The evocative sounds of Benny Benassi play quietly in the background. Windows down, a slight breeze, the sound of my engine humming a bassy tune at low revs and, searing humid heat that could convection cook a small rodent. Mmmmm the makings of a good race story.
To my left another burgundy/maroon colored satria with a custom exhuast. Sounds bad ass I must say. Comparable even to mine, hah! A careful glance to the left, told me i wasn't to be afraid, no boost meters from what I could see! It's go time!
I roll back and forth lightly reving between 1 and 2,000 rpm (Yeah, yeah i am a ricer), just to let him know I'm there. I catch him looking at the adjacent light, watching for yellow, no doubt! That can only mean one thing.... He is down with the flip mode masta pimp flex gear riding hog trailing shit kicking drag race, yea yea! (Whew say that fast 3 times!)
Green flares up and i am all geared up to go! I soft launch to try to get him on board then, floor it like there was a cockroach under my foot! Zooooom! And there I go, faster than greased lightning I tells yah! But wait! Where has my interim foe to my foe(s) gone?! Backwards of course! (Silly you!) But then again he wasn't racing me in the first place! BAH! Nevertheless I shall take the victory, thank you! That should make up for the trashing I received at the hands of a turbo satria! >:(
Yup, ricing should be a sport and, if it were I'm so sure I would get an A* (*--> loosely translated at star) You may commence by sending your fan mail to "I am a bronze god" at "king ricer chin chin la killer!" K thanks! >:D
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
Sunday, April 09, 2006
Mon arme de choix
It comes in various forms and yet, all can be found in one convergence of force! It hides behind it's sublime shell, formed meticulously by machines, there lies the weapon, my weapon of choice!
Turning the key: "check engine" flickers on, it denotes a self diagnostic being activated. It is a state of readiness, ready to begin it's prowl with just one more turn of the key.
Firing the cylinders results in an emotive fire and growl, deep from the bowels of the Netherworld! The sounds that proceed are reminders. Reminders, of those who have fought and died, and those who have yet to meet their maker! Spewing what could only be it's battlecry, it lets loose a roar with the slight release of the clutch and the injection of engine adrenaline. It is the sound of music, a mechanical symphony.
The soft melodic rumble only means the calm before the storm. Merging on to it's playing field it quickly assumes the role of wolf in sheep's clothing. While it announces it's presence wherever it goes, not all see it's fury unleashed. For it is a patient warrior, make no mistake it wants you to be pensive when it is around. It needs you to know, that it is there.
It haunts and hunts.... It, for lack of a more macho name is, My Killer Chin Chin La. (And yes, i am aware that it isn't that fast yet!) >:P
Turning the key: "check engine" flickers on, it denotes a self diagnostic being activated. It is a state of readiness, ready to begin it's prowl with just one more turn of the key.
Firing the cylinders results in an emotive fire and growl, deep from the bowels of the Netherworld! The sounds that proceed are reminders. Reminders, of those who have fought and died, and those who have yet to meet their maker! Spewing what could only be it's battlecry, it lets loose a roar with the slight release of the clutch and the injection of engine adrenaline. It is the sound of music, a mechanical symphony.
The soft melodic rumble only means the calm before the storm. Merging on to it's playing field it quickly assumes the role of wolf in sheep's clothing. While it announces it's presence wherever it goes, not all see it's fury unleashed. For it is a patient warrior, make no mistake it wants you to be pensive when it is around. It needs you to know, that it is there.
It haunts and hunts.... It, for lack of a more macho name is, My Killer Chin Chin La. (And yes, i am aware that it isn't that fast yet!) >:P
Saturday, April 08, 2006
Chasing the magic dragon!
Much to your dismay, this post has absolutely nothing to do with Puff the Magic dragon (Getting stoned).
Re-counting encounters this week ended with an unfamiliar feeling. I shall start here:
Putra Q8 oils sticker
Once again, on my way to work i took noticed of a Putra, blue in color. He was steadily doing his own thing until, i arrived on the scene (Notice how most stories are about me arriving somewhere)! :P We got to the toll and he, having a touch n go card beat me out of the tolls, by some good 6 or 7 car lengths (Damn not having correct change at the toll!). I did what anyone would do if they saw someone accelerating hard away from my killer Chin Chin La - I followed suit! Having caught and passed him and his unmodified grey to white smoke spewing exhaust, i felt slightly elated to know that i whooped someone on the way to work. The day couldn't have started any better! ;)
Drumming of death appears in the flesh
Oddly enough as i was rushing away to the color separator to make some last minute changes, when i had a run in with none other than the bane of every Mivec and GTi's existence...... A B16A EG6!
Even though there was work to be done, i sacrificed all for just 5 more minutes of fun.
There he was, just walking driving down the street singing, do-wah-diddy-diddy-dum-diddy-do....
Back to the story, he was driving relatively fast minding his own business, when of course yours truly appeared. Checking the car over i felt the feeling of pure animosity towards him. I pondered to myself whether he was a ricer or maybe, just maybe, he was the real deal!
I rev up, run hard all the way up to his boot just to give him an unfriendly "Hey what's up bitch?!" Ironically, he plays along and gooses the throttle just to get me full fledged on board. That exercise was hardly in vain. With me in reasonable pursuit and nowhere to go, we kept it at a leisurely pace until..... He turned towards the stretch all people in KL know and love.... The Kiara stretch (Cue drama)!!
Having a car on his left side, i pulled up behind him raring to get my chance to show this Honda a thing or 2 about skillz. Revving lightly, i patiently waited, as he too monitored my throttle modulation.
*GREEN* I hit the gas just as he did and we were off!! 1st gear! All the way through, and much to my surprise the Chin Chin La was hitting its stride and carrying me closer and closer to his boot! I cut to the left, having passed the other car impeding my progress, and continued to gun into 2nd! 5... 6... 7,000 rpm! I shifted hard into 3rd only to realise the inevitable had caught up with me! V-tec, a 4 letter acronym spelling disaster for the grizzly Chin Chin La! As my opponent hit his full stride, at the top of 2nd going into 3rd, my Chin Chin La was slowly losing ground which it's torque had built! Knowing there was nothing i could do, i firmly planted my foot into the floorboard, in hopes of extrapolating more hidden horsepower from my 4G93! But alas all was for not, he passed and continued on for about a car length where we encountered traffic. There was nothing left to prove, the Chin Chin La failed to crush, kill, and destroy!
Much like the 1st time i lost to a V-tec powered Honda, i felt dejected, miserable, invalid and impotent. I sms'ed a friend seeking some form of salvageable confidence but everyone knows, try as you might, the word futility will always remind you of folly when you went up against a car, which most certainly has 15 or more horsepower than you do!
Fuck you V-tec, as much as i love you, i hate you! I will destroy you one day, in any form, beware! I am coming!!! V-tec, hell hath no fury like a non variable timing car's scorn, basket!
Color separation has never been so much fun!
Re-counting encounters this week ended with an unfamiliar feeling. I shall start here:
Putra Q8 oils sticker
Once again, on my way to work i took noticed of a Putra, blue in color. He was steadily doing his own thing until, i arrived on the scene (Notice how most stories are about me arriving somewhere)! :P We got to the toll and he, having a touch n go card beat me out of the tolls, by some good 6 or 7 car lengths (Damn not having correct change at the toll!). I did what anyone would do if they saw someone accelerating hard away from my killer Chin Chin La - I followed suit! Having caught and passed him and his unmodified grey to white smoke spewing exhaust, i felt slightly elated to know that i whooped someone on the way to work. The day couldn't have started any better! ;)
Drumming of death appears in the flesh
Oddly enough as i was rushing away to the color separator to make some last minute changes, when i had a run in with none other than the bane of every Mivec and GTi's existence...... A B16A EG6!
Even though there was work to be done, i sacrificed all for just 5 more minutes of fun.
There he was, just walking driving down the street singing, do-wah-diddy-diddy-dum-diddy-do....
Back to the story, he was driving relatively fast minding his own business, when of course yours truly appeared. Checking the car over i felt the feeling of pure animosity towards him. I pondered to myself whether he was a ricer or maybe, just maybe, he was the real deal!
I rev up, run hard all the way up to his boot just to give him an unfriendly "Hey what's up bitch?!" Ironically, he plays along and gooses the throttle just to get me full fledged on board. That exercise was hardly in vain. With me in reasonable pursuit and nowhere to go, we kept it at a leisurely pace until..... He turned towards the stretch all people in KL know and love.... The Kiara stretch (Cue drama)!!
Having a car on his left side, i pulled up behind him raring to get my chance to show this Honda a thing or 2 about skillz. Revving lightly, i patiently waited, as he too monitored my throttle modulation.
*GREEN* I hit the gas just as he did and we were off!! 1st gear! All the way through, and much to my surprise the Chin Chin La was hitting its stride and carrying me closer and closer to his boot! I cut to the left, having passed the other car impeding my progress, and continued to gun into 2nd! 5... 6... 7,000 rpm! I shifted hard into 3rd only to realise the inevitable had caught up with me! V-tec, a 4 letter acronym spelling disaster for the grizzly Chin Chin La! As my opponent hit his full stride, at the top of 2nd going into 3rd, my Chin Chin La was slowly losing ground which it's torque had built! Knowing there was nothing i could do, i firmly planted my foot into the floorboard, in hopes of extrapolating more hidden horsepower from my 4G93! But alas all was for not, he passed and continued on for about a car length where we encountered traffic. There was nothing left to prove, the Chin Chin La failed to crush, kill, and destroy!
Much like the 1st time i lost to a V-tec powered Honda, i felt dejected, miserable, invalid and impotent. I sms'ed a friend seeking some form of salvageable confidence but everyone knows, try as you might, the word futility will always remind you of folly when you went up against a car, which most certainly has 15 or more horsepower than you do!
Fuck you V-tec, as much as i love you, i hate you! I will destroy you one day, in any form, beware! I am coming!!! V-tec, hell hath no fury like a non variable timing car's scorn, basket!
Color separation has never been so much fun!
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
Driving leasurely
So i was on the way to pickup my colleagues for work today when.... *Gasp* I saw my arch-nemesis (Cue suspenseful music) the CALDINA GT4! ..... On the other side of the road going away from the direction i was going >:(
One day we shall meet again CALDINA GT4.... ONE DAY I PROMISE YOU!!
On an interesting side note while passing him, i could barely contain my glee and i waived as if to say "hi." One could say i am an easily excitable type of guy, huh? Unfortunately the guy driving the Caldina didn't notice :P. Nor would he have responded i am sure!
Interesting reading of late
www.ktemoc.blogspot.com
Check him out interesting political reading from all sides. Kinda like Aisehman only pro-everyone.
Other than that toodles!
One day we shall meet again CALDINA GT4.... ONE DAY I PROMISE YOU!!
On an interesting side note while passing him, i could barely contain my glee and i waived as if to say "hi." One could say i am an easily excitable type of guy, huh? Unfortunately the guy driving the Caldina didn't notice :P. Nor would he have responded i am sure!
Interesting reading of late
www.ktemoc.blogspot.com
Check him out interesting political reading from all sides. Kinda like Aisehman only pro-everyone.
Other than that toodles!
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