Something I put together tonight.
Shot some video of my MK6 on air. At the end I raised to my normal ride height and then backed out of the garage. When I drop off the 1.5” drop out of the garage you can hear my skid plate smack the concrete. Go low or go home.
These are my 2 favorite photos of my car from this weekend’s shoot.
I added them to my desktop background rotation today. Some people have kids, some have cars.
Just poured down rain here. While looking out the window I noticed how low my MK6 is compared to a Camry.
I’ve been pretty amazed by the reaction to my car…
The majority of forums love the car. But it doesn’t matter. I didn’t modify this car so the forums would be happy. But the compliments are heartwarming. What I wasn’t expecting was to come to work and have several people call me the most racist of words starting with “N”. Thanks for showing that small-minded, racist bullshit isn’t dead. Dickheads.
An Odd Story…
This weekend I was in my hometown. I had just picked up my freshly bagged whip on Friday. I went to my hometown to see my family. So while I was there, I went out and shot some photos of the whip around town. A little background on my hometown… This is a small Texas town where the majority of the town’s population are not open to new ideas or anything different. The thing to do in this town is lift trucks and make them off-road capable. Lowering cars is silly and just downright dumb. This is where I grew up. So I am shooting my car under a bridge and I hear a vehicle approaching slowly behind me. Without looking, I figured it was a cop looking to harass me since they don’t have anything else to do. I turned and looked and I saw a full size Chevy truck approaching. It looked like a typical farm truck. Base model, CB antennas, regular cab, big tool box in the bed, filthy as hell. The truck passed and the driver was probably in his mid-twenties, but looked at home behind the wheel of the farm truck. I was walking back to my car and he stops right next to my car and cranks his window down.
Him: Nice looking ride you got there!
Me: Thanks! (expecting to hear the next sentence being something about it being hard to drive that low or low is stupid or some other smart assed comment, I continue putting my camera in the car.)
Him: Is this thing on bags?
Me: (My brain processes the question. I was stunned. I slowly turn around and again, look him and his truck over.) Uhh…yeah. Yes, it is bagged. I just had it done so I’m snapping some new photos.
Him: Well, it sure looks nice! Take it easy man!
Me: Yeah, you too.
I got in the car and he watched me air up and then gave me a wave and drove off.
That was the strangest experience I think I’ve ever had in my hometown. This experience gave me hope that even a small, redneck town can evolve to accept things outside the norm. So maybe there is hope for the world.
