Fuel cell using the stock sending unit, Brake booster change, intake, flowmaster exhaust, and a couple others...
Body work is done... Now I just need to spray it... Shaved door handles, emblems, gas door, antenna, Full rear skin wo/ the bodylines between the taillights, Moved the front bumper up closer to the grill/headlight housing, probably more that I'm forget'n... Cross drilled and Slotted brakes...
I don't know exactly when I stopped brushing my teeth before bed. I know it was before I met Squid Squeegie though. We met in an empty church. He danced on top of the alter and smiled. The tarter weighed down my mouth, making it difficult to return Squeegie's smile. I had to get to a dentist. Tthis tarter was killing me. It slowed my run two minutes, from a six to an eight minute mile, so I arrived at the dentist's office two minutes late (and sopping with sweat). I turned to admire the gross nimbus hanging outside Dr. Ganji's window before commiting to his chair. Squeegie danced in my pocket to the music of scraping tarter and buzzing polishers - eucalyptus melody. Squeegie tugged at my leg hairs and I discharged a noxious fart. We all three laughed. Dr. what's-his-name handed me a sucker for the effort as I left his office. "An ivory smile" he said.
BYC control arms, 4 link with the airbags on the bars, Slams all around, Z-ed the frame clip, Boxed in frame, Bodydroped, Rebuilt the crossmemebers, changed the brake booster and a couple others to make the beast lay out... Will lay out on 22"s in the rear... The front is close for 22"s but needs a litle fabrication still... Kudos to *TODD WILT for helping making this happen over the 2,000 years of the buildup!
Some Black wheels... or Polished wheels...
Believe it or not Squid Squeegie is a techno fan. After powdering our faces in the bathroom, Squid threw up a Sandstorm beat-box, and tied mini glow sticks to my leg hairs. Squeegie twirled those glow sticks like I've never seen. He had eight sticks (one in each tentacle) criss-crossing a sandstorm rainbow. I did my part by flicking the lights off and on as fast as I could but I started to feel light headed. "I'm not gonna make it," I said. Squid Squeegie smiled that tarter free shit eating grin, and twirled faster. They spun at a 150 mph velocity. I too picked up the pace and now felt a hot spot on the fatty portion of my index finger. My brow glistened. "Squeegieeeeeeeeeeee." And just when I was going to break, Squid Squeegie lost control of all eight sticks. Seven of the sticks slammed innocently against different walls, but the eighth stick launched through the front window. Outside 250 pounds of flesh (somewhat resembling a woman) jogged along the street. The eighth stick, like a missile, headed right for her. Squeegie cupped his tentacles to his mouth and screamed as loud as he could, "Fore!" The stick slammed the mobile lard scattering her all over the street like pancake batter. It was glorious.
Thank you thank you... I want to thank the big JC, my parents, family and all my friends who supported me. All my fans... If it wasn't for your support I wouldn't be up here right now. And whatever happens don't let anyone tell you that it can't be done, because it can be! Believe in yourself... Thank you...
I've come to the realization that this will never be done... So I'm gonna sell it and buy a house!
