Every time a write here, could be my last. I don’t know what’s going on. I realize this morning that not only has the internet culture slowly been falling apart, so has my site. To my loyal readers, I apologize. Recently my life has become over run by worries of money, and a beautiful girl.
I have been doing my best to stay away from the car life, but it seems I’m in it so deep, that it keeps coming back to get me. I may have taken the ultimate step, and sold my coupe. What a sad day that would be. And yet… what relief I would feel, to watch that thing drive away and plop a big load of cash in the bank. Even if I spent it all on different car over the next year, for the long and short term I’d be sooo much better off.
Andrew bought a BC6 Legacy which he loves dearly. He’s been co-driving at auto-x with me for 3 years off and on… and all the while, he has confessed to me his enormous love for Subaru. I’ve never really been a fan. (Ironic as I now work at a Subaru shop) My point is… his relationship with his new car, is something I desire. Simple, fun, go anywhere, anytime, bag it without waking up the neighborhood… something like that.
I recently drove Yoshiko and her Mom to Jasper on the snowiest road I ever imagined. I was in the parents new SUV, but I imagine how much more fun and security I could’ve had in a BC6 or GC8 or …
Auto-x, rally-x, solo 1… it’d be cool to have something I could enjoy through all things. I hate worrying about my 86 when I leave it parked at the restaurant, and hate having to roll that car down my gravel alley to stow it in the garage at night. It’s a really focused car, that I’ve poured everything into. I think… even if this buyer flakes, I need to find another way to rid myself of it come spring.
Many months ago, Yoshiko and I had a conversation about hashirya. I don’t recall how it came about. But the gist of it was: hashirya are pour, hashirya have long hair, hashirya wash their cars every day, they don’t have girlfriends, and always listen to euro-beats. Yoshiko doesn’t’ like hashirya and neither do any of her friends.
My response to this was… but I want to be hashirya.
Of course, I couldn’t help but laugh at her generalizations. I didn’t really see much truth in what she said at first… but I’ve since been a lot more observant of my hashirya wannabe friends, and thought a little bit about my past life. I’ve discovered she was very right… at least… the majority of her generalizations apply to those friends of mine who are in the deepest. Sinking all there money into cars, haggard clothes, haggard faces, rooms in their parents basements, Initial D soundtracks, sausage fest at someone garage on a Friday and Saturday night, four people huddled around a freaking wiring harness and a turbo. Empty Corona and Keiths abound, but the only incoming calls, are other hashirya buddies needing saving from road side breakdowns and wrecks.
It’s not really like that is it? Sometimes.
Yoshiko and I have since watched Initial D and various Option video’s. We’ve also gone to auto-x and drift events together… and even done a little bit of what the hashirya is best known for. She’s expressed to me her various pleasures, but I see worry in her eyes when I start talking about a new project or my cars needs.
First thing I did… too easy her worries, was go clothes shopping at the mall, shave my stubble, and take M.O.V.E. off my Ipod.
Peace.