I’m Working… I Swear

So over this past weekend me and Eric took the RV and the race car up to Buttonwillow to get some good racing time in. I raced in the GTS3 class on Saturday and Sunday during the 95 degree heat, but the best part of the whole weekend was from 6:15pm to 9:15pm on Saturday night. I had been preparing for these three hours for a very long time. Wiring and installing driving lights for the night time, getting tires, removing any car parts or systems that would cause unreliability, etc. This would be the first time I would be running the car without power steering and I was planning on doing it for three hours straight. One of the funniest modifications I did was installing a little pee tube into the floor of my car. Fortunately for everyone behind me I never ended up needing it because I was so dehydrated the entire time.

So after getting second in my Saturday afternoon race we patiently waited for the night race to begin. It is June right now so it was going to stay light up until the last hour or so of racing. Somehow I always seem to be late at getting to grid no matter how early I try to get ready. I decided to go out there early and would you believe it, there was a car parked in my grid position taking up two spots. I was so confused I went around again and wasted about 5 minutes of my time. As I started to put my helmet and harness on the pit marshall blew the whistle for the 3 minute warning. I started panicking and yelling at Eric to help me get everything together. I remember him saying “calm down dude there’s plenty of time” just after they blew the one minute whistle and I yelled back “THERE’S ONE MINUTE”. We literally buttoned up the window net right as the first car started leaving the pit. Not the most relaxing way to start a race. Did I mention it was hot?

After our warmup lap we all lined up for our start and the green flag dropped. I went into turn 1 on the outside with three cars on the inside of me and was forced to drop a couple tires into the dirt momentarily, not a big deal. The beginning of the race went pretty smoothly even though I was not one of the faster cars in the E0 group. I couldn’t keep up with two e36 M3’s that were doing quite well and lapping about 10 seconds a lap faster than I. The first problem I had came when I was trying to pass a slower car on the inside of turn 1. A green ESR car, the fastest car in the race, came blasting up the inside of me and I was already carrying too much speed to make the turn and I went all four off. I had a similar situation happen in the back straight with a super truck scaring me off the track when I didn’t see him. Now little did I know that going off the track onto the pavement run off area at the buttonhook would be considered going off track but it was. I ended up with a 5 minute penalty for going off track 3 times in 1.5 hours as well as a 2 minute penalty for passing under a yellow flag I didnt see. This took me out of contention for third place.

What was funny is what Eric was doing as I was serving my penalty. He went up to the tower and started trying to get them to be more lenient on me. What a good guy, too bad it didn’t help one bit. Our fueling stops were a blast as well. It was a trip watching my friends sprint back and forth trying to fuel up the car and clean windows and get me water I desperately needed all at the same time. It was a rush.

I remember being about an hour and half into the race and my whole upper body just felt like it was so tight I didn’t know how I could possibly go another 1.5 hours. I ended up taking a few laps of the race just letting the car throw me around in the seat because my muscles just couldn’t support me anymore. Having no power steering really did have an effect as well, its not easy to not clutch the steering wheel when its constantly trying to pop out of your hands. Even three days later I still feel like all of the bones in my hands are bruised. I was amazed that the motor on that car could take 3 hours of abuse, I really wasn’t taking it all that easy on it. As the sun went away and the night came down water and oil temperatures dropped but my headlights did not prove to be all I had desired. I spent a good amount of the evening following a car that was about as fast as me because it just felt safer. Once I finally passed him things got a little scary. Fortunately I had been driving on that track for two hours already and I could just about do it with my eyes closed. And that’s what it looked like I was doing most of the time. The other problem I had was the severe dehydration and fatigue that was setting in. I remember blanking out on what I was doing a couple sections and almost losing it. It took a lot just to focus mentally on remembering where the track was going to end.

In the last 30 minutes I remember having a radio argument with my crew about whether I would need to come in again for fuel. I think I had done a mental calculation earlier in the day that I should be able to run an hour and 10 minutes on 14 gallons of fuel and they had wanted me to run 1.5 hours. I didn’t think it was possible so I pitted for an extra 7 gallons with 30 minutes left in the race. I think by fully emptying that first tank and waiting until the 1.5 hour mark to pit again we can finish the race with a one stopper, that should give us quite a big advantage.

Another thing we could work on is not destroying the splitter by bouncing it off the giant curbs buttonwillow has to offer. In the end I remember making one radio call to eric towards the end of the race, “I just want to let you all know that I’m having a FANTASTIC time.” That basically summed up the whole race and the celebration we had afterwards, it was fantastic. I was so happy to be able to do a team competition with my friends and be able to bring us to complete the entire race. At the beginning I really didn’t know if I or the car would be able to handle it, but we did. When I finished the race the radio calls sounded like what happens after a driver wins an F1 race. Eric came on and said “great fucking job dude” and I went “woohoo!!!!” in the highest pitch girl voice I could muster up.

I remember driving the car back to the RV where we were pitted and trying to get out. My hamstring immediately started cramping up horribly from dehydration and I almost fell over. It was fantastic. I told the guys I was already about 4 beers ahead of them and they better work on catching up. Catch up they did, it was a great weekend.

Ok so it turns out its not that good of an idea to give someone a car while loaning them the money for most of the value of the car and only taking 3000 dollars as a downpayment, without checking their credit, or getting any references on the person… whom you’ve never met. Who knew? Ok well you all definitely knew it and I sort of did as well, but I did it anyway. I’m not sure if I though it would be fun to try repossessing a car, or if I just had to much faith in humanity, but it definitely turned out to be a bad idea.

So random ethnic guy from Lancaster drives off with my car on December 8th. The first rolls around and surprise surprise, no proof of insurance or payment has arrived. I text him and he says its in the mail. A week later, still nothing, I give him a call back and my cellphone number is blocked. The freak out begins. I immediately hire a repo guy and wait 2 days before I drive up there myself with Brett. We were a little over prepared since we brought two handguns and an assault rifle as well as a kevlar vest but, better safe than sorry. Turns out this guy had tried to give me as much misleading information as possible. The address on the loan document was an empty foreclosed house he used to live at. We went to the house he had registered the car and discovered, via legal means, that Sachin’s Subaru was in the garage.

We went home that night and made plans to come back up and do some thorough staking out. I think I spent about 4 total days in Lancaster sitting outside this deadbeats house waiting for him to take the car for a drive. He obviously knew what was up because he always kept the car in the garage, and when he would leave he would never stop and get out of the car. He would just drive straight to the McDonalds drive thru, or drop his kid off at school or pick his kid up from school. Other than those three activities I don’t think he ever left the house. A good friend of mine from Lightning actually hooked me up on a free PI who found out that this particular deadbeat was quite awful and had collections all over his jobless self and never answered his phone or the door. It just confirmed to me that this guys intention, from the beginning, was to just pay as little as he could for a nice fast Subaru, and try to hold onto it as long as he could without making any payments. He was like a turtle, driving a stolen STi. Between me and all of my good friends that I convinced to accompany with me to this god forsaken town I think I probably spent 30 hours sitting in a car, pissing in bottles and eating beef jerky. At one point I did have a policeman roll up to me and say that someone had called the police because they thought I was drunk and passed out in my car for the last several hours. I explained my situation and the officer was more than understanding, giving me his direct number and saying “give me a call if it all goes to hell”. The other notable incident would be when we sent someone to go into the guys side yard to see if the car was there and he pulled up right as our man was about to sneak into the brothers side yard.

So anyway, one day my buddy said the PI was going to go and stake out deadbeats house and wait for a chance to snatch the car and that I needed to be there. I met him at the house at noon and around 1:45 the guy went to pick his kid up at school. The PI actually sort of lost him but I drove my old man’s Buick straight to the elementary school since I knew where he was going. I figured this would be another pointless drive as he wouldn’t get out of the car. But since we lost him I parked the Buick and started walking around the school looking for the Subaru with my iPod headphones in and my loud sunglasses on. I’m sure I was fitting right into the whole Lancaster Elementary School scene.

I finally spotted my car and figured out through the dark tinted glass that our deadbeat was sitting in the car in the parking spot. So I’m standing there, cursing, on the phone with the PI telling him that I’m 3 seconds away from walking up to the car and ripping our deadbeat out of it. But I wait, our boy gets out of the car and walks about 10 feet away from it and looks towards the school waiting for his kid. At that point I was fed up with sitting outside this guys house for 10 hours a day 3 times a week so I just walked up to the car with my copied key that I wasn’t sure would work. I get to the door and put the key in. I can’t remember which way to turn it, and the guy is still facing the other direction. I try to unlock it and the key just grinds in the lock and nothing happens. I force the key and the lock grinds and unlocks. I open the door and sit down in the car and look at the guy, who still hasn’t noticed me. The key grinds again as I try turning the ignition and the engine fires up. I rev the car up way too high as I pop it in reverse and deadbeat finally turns around and gives me a perplexed stare, and doesn’t move an inch. I back out slowly and drive off and immediately dial the police department. “Hi, I’m calling to let you know I’ve just repossessed a vehicle…?”

I had looked forward to making that phone call for weeks. It was a good day. I drove the Subaru home after filling it up with oil and came back up a few hours later to pickup my Dad’s Buick.

I learned so much this month besides “Don’t loan random people money who don’t have any intention of paying you back”. The biggest lesson I learned really was how good it felt to know that my friends were there when I needed them. These days it seems like we all have such separate lives because we all have jobs and are extremely busy, but when shit hit the fan with this and I needed people to accompany me to a shitty ass neighborhood to sit in a car for hours on end, my friends were there for me. It’s a weird thing for me because I’ve never really had to rely on my friends for anything serious like this, but it felt good to know I had people supporting me. Ever since this happened I vowed I would always be the same to my friends, whenever they need me no matter what, they will come first. I also learned how lucky I am to have a girl in my life that understands when I need to handle my business and her willingness to help me out even when its a boring, waste of time, potentially dangerous activity. I’m thankful my friends never let it come down to my girl having to accompany me to Lancaster but she definitely is going to be the person who will always be there for me no matter how many times she tells me what I’m doing is a bad idea, and I do it anyway.

Oh and for all those people who asked me why I would do something like this, a big factor was my old man telling me he thought it was a good idea. I usually listen to the old man. I think I learn to be a little less trusting than he is.

Check out the video for what happens when me and Brett have been sitting inside a car for 8 hours straight.

Lancaster from Andrew Lang on Vimeo.

You know what’s weird is that I never bothered writing any blog about Burning Man 2010. I kind thought it would be a really amazing time that would change my life but it hasn’t really done that yet, at least not in a detectable way. Although I did find myself thinking a little differently this week, I’m not sure what it was. I was having dinner at Juans house (my dad’s long time friend) and my dad was explaining his China factory to Juans wife. Its funny because when he speaks spanish he is unable to speak eloquently or gently because he just doesn’t have the language capacity. He was talking about the factory workers there and how they are given meals of rice and vegetable every day of the week and they get some meet maybe 2 or 3 times a week. This is a service we charge them for by the way. He also said that they work 12 hours a day 4 days a week and they will work Sunday if they can as well, I remember the quote “they like to work 80 hours a week if possible”. Bullshit, nobody wants to work 80 hours a week. He went on about how we also provide some kind of education encouragement and then finished his thought by saying “we pay for some of it, hardly any though.” Ugh, I was a little annoyed.

I don’t know what’s going through my head lately, I just finished reading Rant by Chuck Palahniuk and I loved it. One of the major concepts in in was liminal time which I was reading up on earlier tonight. Turns out something this dude didn’t invent on his own. Oddly he actually mentioned burning man in his book seems strange that I picked it up just having gotten back from there eh? Anyways he cites Burning Man as one of the examples of liminal time. Essentially this is where a group of people come together and interact in a way in which their conventional social status and former lives have no bearing. I hadn’t thought of it but this is a huge part of what makes Burning Man so interesting. When you’re there there’s really no discussion about who you are outside of the Playa, just what’s going on while you’re there. Nobody will specifically bring up what they do at home too much but they would if you pried and asked. The entire concept is similar to the idea of Party Crashing in Rant, essentially a bunch of individuals come together and play a game for a few hours in which who they are in their daily life doesn’t matter at all. One requirement of liminal time though seems to be that it has to be relatively short lived. If it were longer eventually social structures would form within the event. You could definitely see this happening at Burning Man and maybe it already does, there are different camps which could be interpreted as different cliques which could probably turn into different social statuses. But I digress.

I used to only think of my dad’s business primary goal as just making money but I don’t know what would happen if I ended up in charge of it at this point in my life. I’m starting to think that it would be more important to make a positive impact on as many peoples lives as possible rather than make money. I don’t know if I could actually pull this off though. Maybe its just a dream.

But anyway my old man really likes fishing I discovered, 4 days a row in fact, 5/7 days. Its a real feat for a night timer like myself to get up at 5:30am every day to get on a boat and do almost the same action about 100 times. I’ve caught enough fish this week to last a lifetime of fish catching, but I imagine I’ll be doing quite a bit more of this in the future.

What’s really rewarding about this trip is the few windows of time that I can actually get my dad to open up and tell me a little bit about his feelings and some of the stories about his life he doesn’t like to tell as much.

I should put aside some money and try to help a stranger that could really use it instead of buying car shit. Maybe just a grand sometime, probably would make a big difference to someone somewhere rather than putting new wheels on my race car. There was a quote in that book Rant… “There are worse ways to die than dying”. New tattoo idea?

So I just got back today from Vancouver for James UFC 115 fight. Good times up there with the guys. I ended up couchsurfing with a lovely young lady named Fay. She was pretty cool, 19, worked at a tattoo shop, had a clothes pin through her arm for fun when I met her. We had a few pretty good late night conversations, she was ridiculously welcoming for some reason, hopefully one day I’ll get to return the favor. Had some fun experiences, like figuring out how to take the bus to and from Fay’s house to downtown where James and all the guys were. Apparently buses in Vancouver don’t appreciate when you try to pay them in American dollars, considering they only take Canadian money… in coin form. I think the bus drivers reaction was something like this “Really? It’s not even Canadian… I think that’s the least prepared I’ve ever seen… there’s really not much to say, just go sit down.” I’d never thought a bus driver could make me feel like such a loser before but this man accomplished it. Needless to say I made sure I had appropriate payment for every subsequent bus trips. Vancouver was pretty rad, and so is my phone for being able to navigate my drunk ass back to Fay’s place at 4 am using buses. I think I must have spent under 100 dollars the entire time I was there. It really helped that I won that bet against James on the Lidell v Franklin fight.

Saw a naked bike riding protest while walking to see the fights. More Ass Less Gas?

It’s fun spending time with the guys from the gym in a none training setting, and going out to clubs with Joker is always interesting, that guys a character. We saw a girl get hit by her fat drunk boyfriend and had to keep Mike from head kicking him. I’m glad he didn’t as I hate bailing people out from Canadian jail. Oh also Vancouver smells like marijuana everywhere, literally. I was bummed that I had to leave this morning as Fay was having “Acid Sunday” which just sounded like a fantastic way to spend Sunday morning.

Madison and I started texting a little bit one afternoon last week. It was good hearing from her. I miss her a lot sometimes. At the same time I know there’s a good reason we stopped seeing each other. I did love her a lot and probably still do a little. I think she likes messing with my head a little bit, she thinks I deserve it for breaking her heart probably. It’s kind of weird still having her entire life at my work. I think I miss being in love and having a meaningful connection with a girl, which is hard for me to have.

I started training a lot more lately, which I really like doing, I think training with Joker in the mornings can really get my wrestling better which would make fighting much easier for me, being able to control having the fight on the feet or the ground would be really useful. At the same time my father boss decided it would be a good week to have me start “helping him do his work because he wants to relax more”. So basically what I’ve been asking to do since I started there since there’s no point in working there if I’m not going to be in a position to run it when he can’t one day. So now I’ve got way too much on my plate… as usual. The Porsche I love needs a new motor, I could probably get away with it for 8k. But the motor I want will cost significantly more than that. Probably should sell the Subaru, since I don’t even particularly like it. It sucks to sell a car with 500whp though when you could almost maybe keep it… sorta.

Oh so title of this post is actually a Metric song, whose music I need to download more of. Kind of makes me feel like its written about me. I feel like the more I continue on in life it takes more and more excitement to satisfy me. Track days aren’t all that exciting anymore even though I’m faster than a lot of race cars. I want to race the M3 so probably going to get a race license this year. I’m still working on that pilots license, which is coming a long ok but slowly. It’s expensive. And the more girls I date the more I realize I’m getting bored with them faster and faster. Which is ridiculous because I’ve dated some really fantastic and “fun” girls lately who I should probably definitely fall for, but I can’t manage to. I’m sure the next girl I fall for will be someone else who is bad for me in some way and that all my friends dislike… again. I felt like such a fool for letting Stephanie back into my life earlier this year, what a retarded thing to do. I realized after my room mate and her started pulling that bullshit how she hasn’t had a positive effect on my life since a year before we broke up. I don’t know why I continually let people into my life who make things difficult for myself.

A month or so ago I really wanted to do this Lemons racing thing that me and Mario had come across and I actually brought it up to Mike and getting really excited about it. But then I realized… why would I do something like that with someone who I don’t even trust, and still resent? I guess I just get excited about things and forget about things like that. Its so weird there have been so few people in my life that I’ve actually cut out because they’ve abused my trust. I never expected that from Mike of all people, but I guess its never the people you’d expect. Sachin was right, I should have cut my losses after the first incident. Maybe I should be more careful who I trust.

It was nice seeing Clouse when she came back for a week or so, that girl is amazing, I can’t believe how well she is doing with everything that’s happened. I’d never tell her but I’m really proud of her for getting through all that shit and for dealing with me making fun of her constantly. I think she’ll always be one of my closest friends even though I rarely see her. And I’m glad she has a guy who is always there for her.

I’m thinking I need to tone it down on the girls, focus a little more on my stuff, get things in order. I’m probably going to want to have a kid some day, but I can’t imagine with whom.

Vancouver had some gorgeous women, I don’t know why, I think I should spend some more time in Brazil or Colombia or something and find someone to have a brief love affair with.

Ball Lickers.

I had these photos and I needed to post them somewhere. Also facebook is blocked at work so that was a no go. Figured I’d write this up here. I found out that the way I deal with unpleasant things in my life is by occupying my time completely with random tasks, working on my car, my gym, or whatever. Anyway, here’s the end result of a break up and being really annoyed with what a friend of mine is doing. I bought some car parts and spent a good couple hours every night working on my M3. Since it has expired registration I also had to go to the DMV to get a ONE DAY driving permit so I could take it to the dyno to do this. It was pretty fun learning how to use a dyno. The M3 runs better now than it ever has so I guess I did something right.

I guess I should probably find a better way to deal with problems, like I dunno, face them.

Oh why hello again Beijing airport, I felt like we just met and here I am again. Oh wait, probably because I was just here a few days ago. Is it sad that I’m getting so good at airports that I can spot a free power port that will accept an american power plug from 30 feet away?

Bryans’ mom died this weekend. The woman, although slightly crazy and not related to me directly, meant a lot to me. More importantly Bryan means a lot to me. My father was understandably unenthusiastic but understanding of my decision to catch the next flight to Denver to meet Bryan and Nick. It’ll mean 10 days alone in a hotel room, and for a man whose 74 and not in the best of health, it makes his son worry a bit. All I can say is he better not die while I’m doing this, or he’ll have me on his hands. On the plus side I’m pretty sure I’d never need to make the “god doesn’t exist” argument ever again.

So here I am, sitting on the increasingly hard granite floor at gate E30. I wonder if AT&T knows how much I appreciate their unlimited data plan that I can use to connect to the internet while in China. Porn anyone?

It’s also a great way to get around that pesky facebook ban China has. Yeah fuck you communists, you haven’t figured this out.

I’m really not looking forward to landing in Denver. I have absolutely no clue what to say to my best friend. Just a hug I guess. I’ll probably end up making some jackass comments about death or some fucked up joke. You know how I am.

I feel like some major life changes are in order. Not all of my ideas have been the best for my welfare. I’ve considered starting up an addiction. Drugs sound promising but I think it would interfere to much with my regular lifestyle. I was leaning towards sex addiction, the meetings would be more interesting. Also I’m just good looking enough to pull it off without spending too much money on hookers. I mean I’d have to drop my standards way down obviously but I definitely see some promise in sex addiction. I mean most STD’s are pretty treatable these days, atleast the ones I’d catch.

I probably already am a sex addict. You should see the conversations I have with my girlfriend, probably pretty disturbing to the average human being.

Another option that seems like a real blast is becoming a drug dealer. I don’t mean like one of those low level pushers and traders doing drug runs. I mean starting a very serious operation  catering to some people with some money unlikely to get busted. It’d be a fun hobby I think, plus I’d meet some interesting people. Ok, maybe, I have a few tendencies towards self destruction, but at least I’m honest about them. That has to count for something?

Alright so clearly I’m unable to focus on anything serious, like the death of someone I cared about. Add one more line to the list of character defects I suppose, I should ask my ex girlfriend for that complete list sometime, might be helpful when I want to knock my self esteem back down to -1000.

Anyway, book recommendation: God Hates Us All by Hank Moody

Beijing, E30

I don’t know why but for some reason I only have the desire to write here when I’m traveling.

I was reading a book Madison gave to me called “Naked” by David Sedaris. Funny book. There’s a chapter in there where he describes working on someones house and one of the former employees walks in one day after he had stopped working there and just goes through his bosses purse while he watches and takes 63 dollars out of her wallet. Unable to do anything about it he goes down to the bank and withdraws 63 dollars to put back into her purse rather than trying to explain to her what happened. Reading that I just realized my explanation for why I like training.

I remember a few weeks ago when I was having lunch with Madison’s aunt, a very intelligent woman who I gained a lot of respect for. When she asked me WHY I would want to do this fighting thing I didn’t really have a good answer but I realize something when reading today. It’s been a long time since I had to worry about something bad happen to someone I loved or myself and not being able to do anything about it. What happened to Dave in that chapter of that book will never happen to me again because of training. Yes I recognize that that sounds like I had a huge confidence issue that I had to cover up, and that’s probably because I do.

I don’t know why I’m enjoying myself so much sitting in my hotel room watching episodes of Californication and reading books. I definitely had the option to go out and get drunk tonight to. I’m odd.

Sit

Squat

Ray Getting a Foot Massage

Snooker

So here’s just a brief summary of what it took to get from London to Shenzhen. Tube to Heathrow airport, 1 hour. Heathrow to Beijing flight, 10 hours. Going through customs in Beijing and catching the plane to Hong Kong, 1 Hour. Flight to Hong Kong, 3  hours. Finding out I can’t stay in Hong Kong and getting through customs there, 2 hours. Bus to the boat terminal in Hong Kong, 40 minutes. Boat to Shenzhen, 40 minutes. Drive from Shenzhen harbor to the hotel, 1 hour. So what’s that… about 20 hours of travel? Not bad eh?

Anyways on the flight from Beijing to Hong Kong I sat next to a girl who was actually pretty cool. She was on her way home from Europe back to her home in Australia for the first time in TWO YEARS. Apparently some wedding or something. Anyway I

Yeah so basically I haven’t written much about the trip because well, it wasn’t really that much fun? Ok so its good I came and helped James get ready for his fight and whatever, got to see some cool English countryside and hangout with James and his family. Manchester was awesome, the UFC fights were pretty good (except obviously James lost) which was a big downer.

Manchester was definitely a fun town, especially with Danny and Erik. I definitely enjoyed talking with Erik and I’m going to feel good about going back to California and training at Eriks gym during the day with the fighters. After Manchester we spent one more day at James parents house and then came to London where I spent the rest of the trip. Its true I really could go the rest of my life without coming back to London. Way too posh for me.

I basically spent most of my time here trying to kill time everyday. I went to two movies, saw 2012 and Men Who Stare At Goats, both were pretty mediocre. I also watched Food Inc. and Gamer on my computer, also mediocre. Food was mediocre although I did have some very good Indian food at some point. The hostels here are overpriced and I never really met anyone I enjoyed talking to. I kind of felt disconnected from everything during this entire trip. It obviously didn’t help that I got so sick I spent 24 straight hours in bed at Shreenas house. Her family was very nice, god I got even more movie watching in there.

Ok so not only am I sick but the weather here SUCKS. Yes I know I’m spoiled and I’m coming from California but why do people choose to live here? I don’t understand, its so god damn cold ALL THE TIME. Anyways, I am actually looking forward to going to China and meeting my Dad and getting some work done… or something. Hopefully I can just recover from this cold and get some gym time in so I can be back in shape when I get home. I know I get depressed when I don’t workout for a while and that’s probably why I’m feeling a little off right now.

Yeah so project super offensive/piece of car/veggie oil drinking mobile is pretty well under way at this point. The success of it is that we actually made it run on oil and despite a few minor problems, its still driveable. I’m waiting on a few things like a new relay and some new oil return lines to make everything easy to do on a daily basis but after that we’ll be set.

Collecting and filtering our first two cubes of egg roll oil from the Chinese place me and my father always go to was quite fun. We made a pretty serious mess since we had no idea what we were doing. We’re definitely going to work on setting up a better filtration system that is less of a hassle and less messy. I’m even thinking of investing in this nice fancy oil filtration system but… that might be down the road a bit.

I just added the first 5 gallons of real straight up egg roll oil to the gas tank. Before that we put in 10 gallons of clean brand new vegetable oil we bought from costco and the car smelled like corn when we drove it. I’m looking forward to the nice smell we’ll experience from the egg roll oil.

This has been a really entertaining experience overall and I’m glad I did it. 1600 for the car and 800 for the kit and we have a car that we can essentially drive around for free. Getting oil really isn’t hard, they just leave it outside the restaurant and we can come and pick it up when we need it. Then we take it home and filter it quickly and we can put it right into the gas tank. Is it really worth the money we save? Probably not. Is it hilarious and fun? Definitely. For me personally its definitely a good thing to have a terribly slow car to drive on a daily basis so the cops will stop impounding my car and threatening to imprison me.

Its also fun to have a car that you can put really offensive bumper stickers on without having to worry about your car getting keyed. I hope to finish up the hood rusting soon. My dad thinks we should give the car a nice paint job but with it leaking a gallon of motor oil per day I don’t really think that’s going to pay off in the long run. I’d really rather just continue taking all of the paint off the car and painting it RUST. Anyways if anyone ever wants to borrow a car to drive for a really long time let me know. Or if you just want to run a car in your friends garage and make it smell like egg rolls let me know, I can provide either.