Smoking Leopard

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Some hi res shots from Zach Richards at an evergreen open drift DSC_9600 DSC_9556 DSC_9477 DSC_9433 DSC_9389 DSC_9284

Awesome shots, thanks Zach!

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The F31

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The F31

So, i bought an Infiniti M30 (Nissan F31) about a month after the crash and drove it stock for another month or two. Then I tore it down and put the sr in along with some upgrades and some s chassis suspension. It took a couple weeks. I’ve been out to two events now and I’m planning on a few more soon. This weekend I also did a lot of Industrial and on-ramp drifting with some friends. Including my buddy Darren with the cressida above. I’m just enjoying this car too much to document the work. 😉

S13 progress

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Downpipe was hanging too long.

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Had Jeff cut it shorter by an inch and weld it up with a 3″ inlet, so I could use my Silk Road Elbow.

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My buddy Alex helping out on the car. He’s the guy with the grey hatch with white wheels you’ve seen on here. He’ll be posting with us soon.

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Replaced an RLCA after a freeway on-ramp incident a while back.

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Replaced the leaking oem bov with a Greddy unit and did regular maintenance along with much better plugs and water pump.

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Also made a methanol spray set-up for my smic.

All this stuff was done months ago, but my car hasn’t changed much since. I got tired of being super-low and raised the car an inch in the front. I will never lower it again. It handles so much better with the current height. I’m getting ready for another round of events here soon. Looking into making some lock-stops tomorrow!

What’s going down.

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A preview of some crazy things to come in my trunk.

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Found this hat in some stuff I moved from my old place. Michi Takatori signed this for me at 08′ FormulaD.

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Finally wired my horn and reverse lights.

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Definitely doesn’t look pretty, but I pushed out the dent on my Silk Road elbow with an exhaust pipe expander.

 

“Pull off at the next intersection!”

Last night a little before sundown, Nick and I had a super close call. We were drifting our usual spot for a few passes back and forth in my car. As we were heading out of the complex a security guard pulled his cruiser out into the road to block us from leaving. Everything fell into place within a second. My car had been sitting near the road for a couple days prior and we drift there daily. They caught onto us and this guy was about to catch us. We didn’t have enough speed to 180 at this point so I came to a stop a few feet from the car. Just as he stepped out of the car I saw there was enough room to get past the front of the cruiser on the left. I dropped into gear and peeled around him as he stared in disbelief. He gave chase for maybe a block and stopped. Now Flying down the narrow road and barely slowing down to make the turn onto the main street, I see the cruiser disappear in my rear-view. We weren’t off yet. Security guards have the local police on speed dial. We assumed that the description of my car was all over their scanners that instant. We considered pulling off some place secluded and laying low for a bit, but opted to make a straight and fast dash for home. We made it a couple blocks in light traffic to a red light. My foot was still shaking a bit as I depressed the clutch. I glanced up into the oncoming lane and froze. I saw the silhouette of a new charger with lights and all sitting at the light facing us. I felt somewhat safe being tucked in between traffic. His light turned green and we were still stopped waiting for ours. As he passed by he turned his head and looked straight at us. I felt my heart beat in slow motion when I saw his brake lights come on in my side mirror. He made a U-turn. Our light turned green. We knew he was after us. With one car between us and a fuck-load of trouble I drive as carefully as possible. After one block he flips on his lights. Every car except for us pulls off the road, cause I knew what he wanted. His voice blares over the loudspeaker,”Pull off at the next intersection!.” We know we’re in deep shit. I pull off and come to a stop and the cop gets out immediately. I expect the next command to be, “get out, hands on the car!” He calmly asks where my front license plate is. I tell him my “painting my bumper” spiel and he communicates a code into his radio. He walks back to his car with my documents and I mumble to Nick, “he’s trying to keep it cool til back up arrives. We’re fucked.” I keep looking into the mirror to see more patrol cars and the security guard. The cop returns with my documents and says, “Get that bumper back on there and have a good night.” This is my 17th time getting pulled over since I got the car (only 1 ticket ever). Nick and I start smirking as he walks away and start to laugh uneasily as I start the car. Not going back to that spot for a few weeks…