Well shit. Life has evolved to a point where nearly everything I post here should stay out of the public eye. Good thing I’ve never used “Google” as a character reference. This post comes to you courtesy of The Chemical Brothers, Co-op brand IPA, and old men who leave voicemails.
I’ve had the pleasure of making a meager living for the past 7 years doing things that I’ve had passion for – i.e. cars and driving and racing. I’ve built my livelihood on layers of experience, relationships and a small range of physical assets. It’s been a rush, and every year that has passed I’ve found myself deeper and deeper into those things. That has been something I’ve taken pride in…
But as tall as I have been, the waters are deep now. I sure as hell can’t touch bottom.
The world of motorsports is full of big dreamers and schemers. No matter how grounded I have tried to be, I have failed to avoid getting caught up in nonsense. As kids aged and obligations summed, I got in bed with hairier and hairier ideas.
My Scion FR-S is gone.
It was outstanding and will continue to haunt my imagination. If all my dreams and projects came to completion tomorrow, it would still be the first car in my fleet.
おやすみなさい。