My ride is an interesting story. My dad bought it new, but wasn't cared for. Ask any of the SoCal guys from back when I was a fresh bitch In a hollister vneck. Car was a piece of shit, but I built that POS bucket into the ride it is today. Spent hours by myself wrenching only posting on r3v for help. One day a drunk bitch told me I didnt earn my car. That shit cut me deep knowing how much effort I put in it.
Fixing the OP's fuck ups is one thing. Building it as your own is when it really becomes yours. Don't listen to all the shit talk on r3v. I shaved my fucking hood roundel, paint matched my kidneys/mirrors/handles, shaved my antenna, I'm rocking 4x4 with a fat shopping cart wing but dammit that bitch is mine. Like I said we will see. I was your age once on r3v. You'll get there.
Fixing the OP's fuck ups is one thing. Building it as your own is when it really becomes yours. Don't listen to all the shit talk on r3v. I shaved my fucking hood roundel, paint matched my kidneys/mirrors/handles, shaved my antenna, I'm rocking 4x4 with a fat shopping cart wing but dammit that bitch is mine. Like I said we will see. I was your age once on r3v. You'll get there.
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