So lissen to what my retarted ass did.
I remeber as a dumb kid racing my prelude with nos, I blew a motor doing that. I was going about 130, racing someone on the I-10 over the Acthafalya Basin, racing a 3000gt, that was killing me. I was in fifth but had a little room till the red, I downshifted, into second. The motor exploded like a bomb, there was a hole in it larger than my fist. I don't know what I was thinking. ZThat was the first motor I ever built and I was so pissed. I then got a friend to tow me off the basin bridge (eight mile long bridge) and take me to Baton Rouge, on the way back while towing me his engine seized up. Then I got another friend to tow me and the chain snapped going over the Mississippi river.
Then I bought my parents Impala and forgot all about the four wheel steer prelude. I have only blown two more engines since then, both in my Montero, mudding.
Then I bought my parents Impala and forgot all about the four wheel steer prelude. I have only blown two more engines since then, both in my Montero, mudding.
I do not have stock transmation. I have a new after make one in and changed some things changed so i have totaly control over it and clearly only casued me to kill it b/c of me being retarted lol.



