More is less.

Remember that car, the first one that you worked so hard for, it set trends, sparked somthing new in a small city filled with naysayers, next thing you know, that car just became your everything. The car was somthing you would go on a "Ramen binge" for, things no women could take from a man, his food. Then came the car, the scrap of tin wrapped so intricately around an engine. An engine you couldn't ever build enough, sink your gut into the seat enough. If you just can't get your head around it, maybe I can help. Playing a part in the Roots, and also being the first car I have ever featured, it means a lot to feature a car that played such a large roll in my choosen lifestyle.

It's not always about exspensive rims and flashy body kits. Somtimes it's about getting through school while hitting up the local car meets to ease the stress of pesky essays or hard hours of caffine induced study sessions.

Somtimes it's just about the experience, the excitement you get just driving your car. Maybe it's just the stimulating feeling the instant your turbo spools and your ass end gets footloose.

Being low, it's no ricer fad, it actually descended from the muscle car era.

Rawr...

Somtimes knowing where to overdo it is what counts. Proper fitment is almost a given on today's S-chassis.

"There is no happiness except in the realization that we have accomplished something."

HF