One of my favorite local speed shops, S&R Performance, merged with Vortex Motorsport recently and on Saturday night my wife and I attended the massive grand opening of their new shop, VSR Motorsports. (more…)
A few years back, I bought a brand new GReddy Ti-C cat back exhaust for my Mitsubishi Lancer. The day it arrived, I was under the car, removing the sway bar, removing rusty bolts, getting rid of the raspy factory exhaust. And then, when I got it all lined up and bolted back together, I went to reinstall the Progress sway bar, and it wouldn’t fit! This was the first time I ever modified a car to such a level (it was a base model and didn’t have a sway bar from the factory) that parts were discovered to be non-compatible with one another. I drove it without the bar for six months or so, loving the exhaust note and the new lack of hesitation in the upper rev range, but hating the loss of cornering ability. This was when I first heard on Evom about S&R Performance, a shop in Tampa, FL. (more…)
To quote the title of the old Monty Python spinoff, “and now for something completely different.” As I mentioned previously, a few weeks back when I went to Cars & Coffee at duPont REGISTRY, there was a stance car show the very same day, just a few hours later. This isn’t the typical performance-focused content that I feature, but this was the first meet of this particular title/series, so I decided to check it out. (more…)
I was so excited about Cars & Coffee that on Friday night, like a kid about to go to Disney World, I couldn’t sleep. At 6AM, I went out and got the biggest can of Monster that they sell and a quick bite to eat. The main thing I’d been excited to see was Lamborghinis, but from what you see here in this opening image of the Ultima GTR, there were Lambos and so many other cars to get excited about, that I’d only previously seen in magazines. Here are the best of what I shot.
A week prior to the Honda Grand Prix of St. Pete, I stumbled upon a post in the Tampa thread on evolutionm.net (a Mitsubishi Lancer and Lancer Evolution enthusiast site that I frequent) about a local meet just around the corner from my house. I’d never seen a meet happen so close to home before (literally, right outside my neighborhood), not to mention that there would be an Evo VII there, so I knew I had to check it out. These were some of the first pictures I took with the new Nikon D90. I didn’t realize that they’d also be the last I’d take of my Lancer, Lucky Thunder, before it would be sold just three weeks later.
It’s been a long road, and at long last it’s come time to sell my Lancer. It’s reached what you’d call it’s full and final stage of tune for what I wanted to do with it. I held it off for another few months to enjoy it for a little while longer, and now I’m ready to sell. I’ve got to pay some bills and I also made a new year’s resolution in an Answer of the Day on Jalopnik.com, to sell the car and use part of it to buy a camera. The camera has been bought, now it’s time to do the other part.
Project cars start out as something fun to spend your time on. They grow on you slowly, until the thought of getting rid of it (assuming you don’t have so many that you don’t care) makes you weep, like the thought of saying goodbye to a loyal friend. Well, I got to that point this past week. I had the timing belt changed, the AC was working again, the brakes were bled. The only thing left was to change the engine mounts back to stock. That’s when my father in law borrowed it to get from our house, back to his (coming from the airport, long story). Saturday, we went to visit the family and afterward I end up driving my old Lancer back home. About ten minutes into a thirty minute drive home, I got tired of laying on the brakes because of overly nervous traffic, and start driving the hell out of it like I did back in the good old days of running nearly late for class, in college. I got home and I was nearly tearing up because it just didn’t seem right to be planning a trip soon, when I was selling my car “to save money.” It was like dancing on my car’s grave. I put my foot down, my old friend would stay.