Friday, January 22, 2016
Saturday, January 9, 2016
GC8V vs. FC3S
Special thanks to ᴅᴀᴚᴉᴏ ᴠᴏᴌᴀᴚᴉᴄ and for being the two newest recruits to the "Idiot Dick Wankers" that poisoned the reputation of Initial D fans this month. Pilfering site content and deleting negative commentary pointed your way really shined a light on what amazingly stupid narcissistic douchebags you both are. May your tires hook the gutter improperly and flip you into a ravine.
Did you soil your pants already, reader, pondering this race in your head while you waited for your pizza-for-one to cool off in your "studio apartment" that is your mom's attic? Well, at least you've proven yourself literate enough to follow me on this late night ride of words. If you can't read, I will provide a picture for you to look at and +1 because it's tangentially related to the real life documentary series about my life called Initial D.
Get at me. My son Takumi may be regarded as some sort of drift wizard, but he's a tadpole in a big pond, and a lot of bigger fish are starting to look his way for an easy meal. He's nowhere near his true potential, and I believe that his emotional episodes lately are curbing his progress, probably for a long stint. I've been hitting the mountain as he does his little practice runs, and it's almost laughable how easy it is to catch up to him. Back when I first got the Impreza, he put up a good fight before dropping back in my rearview. Now, it's hardly what I would call a challenge. I need to put a fire under his ass to get him motivated, if the Sport of Kings is what he truly wants to do with his life. Professional racing is nothing like unsanctioned kiddie racing in street cars.
I taught Takahashi Kunimitsu everything he knows, and he passed that on to Tsuchiya, who still reveres me as a deity. Takumi learned most of his skills on his own, which shows in their imperfection. He refuses to learn anything from me ever since he was on a team with some big name hotshot drift doctor, instead saying he wanted to do it on his own. At least he's as stubborn as his old man. One day he'll share a smoke with me, unfiltered.
Unfortunately, that's not going to happen soon, as I'm pissed at him for destroying his car again. He raced some kid in Kanagawa and ended up blowing the engine. He still won, because he's my kid, but it's an expensive fix that he can't cover by himself. I took out some funds to cover the costs of repair, and he declined, as he's now on the market for a newer car. I guess seat time in the Impreza opened his eyes to more technologically advanced driving.
He also told me a bit about his plans for the future. His racing team disbanded after that race, since their leader had other things to do, but he wants to keep driving. He wants to drive for a living. I'll keep it under wraps until he makes a hard choice on the matter, but stay tuned for more information right here.
Did you soil your pants already, reader, pondering this race in your head while you waited for your pizza-for-one to cool off in your "studio apartment" that is your mom's attic? Well, at least you've proven yourself literate enough to follow me on this late night ride of words. If you can't read, I will provide a picture for you to look at and +1 because it's tangentially related to the real life documentary series about my life called Initial D.
I only share cool images.
Get at me. My son Takumi may be regarded as some sort of drift wizard, but he's a tadpole in a big pond, and a lot of bigger fish are starting to look his way for an easy meal. He's nowhere near his true potential, and I believe that his emotional episodes lately are curbing his progress, probably for a long stint. I've been hitting the mountain as he does his little practice runs, and it's almost laughable how easy it is to catch up to him. Back when I first got the Impreza, he put up a good fight before dropping back in my rearview. Now, it's hardly what I would call a challenge. I need to put a fire under his ass to get him motivated, if the Sport of Kings is what he truly wants to do with his life. Professional racing is nothing like unsanctioned kiddie racing in street cars.
I taught Takahashi Kunimitsu everything he knows, and he passed that on to Tsuchiya, who still reveres me as a deity. Takumi learned most of his skills on his own, which shows in their imperfection. He refuses to learn anything from me ever since he was on a team with some big name hotshot drift doctor, instead saying he wanted to do it on his own. At least he's as stubborn as his old man. One day he'll share a smoke with me, unfiltered.
Unfortunately, that's not going to happen soon, as I'm pissed at him for destroying his car again. He raced some kid in Kanagawa and ended up blowing the engine. He still won, because he's my kid, but it's an expensive fix that he can't cover by himself. I took out some funds to cover the costs of repair, and he declined, as he's now on the market for a newer car. I guess seat time in the Impreza opened his eyes to more technologically advanced driving.
He also told me a bit about his plans for the future. His racing team disbanded after that race, since their leader had other things to do, but he wants to keep driving. He wants to drive for a living. I'll keep it under wraps until he makes a hard choice on the matter, but stay tuned for more information right here.
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