RAGE..... I h8 h8ters........
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You kids make this forum awesome, just like a bunch of goofy friends.
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I had a bad dream last night, that I was racing a red civic with a huge spoiler and no matter how hard I tried I couldnt keep up...... Think of your most typical ghetto civic with an intake and fart can and faded red paint.... That was the car, and we kept stopping at red lights and I kept trying and trying and trying and it was just owning me sooo badly and there was nothing I could do about it....... Then I woke up 
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I dont know why some people take things too personal when it comes to cars, specially Americans, its just a matter of choice. All cars have a positive and negative thing about them, even our cars. I choose the mk3 because i was raised in a Toyota family, and i love the 80s cars, people say you only take a mk3 because its cheap but i had a 86 mk2 before and it was 3 times more expensive then my mk3, the only reason i changed cars was because i didnt want to tune my stock mk2, that is why i sold it to a friend that will take care of it and keep it stock. others dis the mk4 because they dont want to be looked as fast and furious, but the mk4 is also a great car, also the honda civic is a great car, it looks good and preforms great if put in the right hands. people blame the car but what they should do is blame the person that owns the car.
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The MA70 is a really obscure platform, and is always going to have people hating on it for stupid reasons. It's not the kind of car to own if a person is insecure.
I usually don't let people bait me in; there's no point in giving anyone else the satisfaction.
I usually don't let people bait me in; there's no point in giving anyone else the satisfaction.
:burnout:I like to satisfy myself. Its one of the only ways it gets done right:burnout:
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I was just floating around the forum and ran into this. They must get this stuff from a jackass script or something somewhere on the internet, because basically the exact same thing happened to me.
A green V8 Ford Explorer packed full of dudes that were about my age (probably 20ish at the time) pulled up to me at a light and started talking to me about my car. I don't remember how it started exactly, but it was something like "Hey, what kind of car is that?", which of course I thought was genuine interest because I was young and didn't know that nothing positive could come from this situation. Then it was "Did you get that little toy out of a cereal box?", and then "You should've gotten something with a V8 instead of that little piece of shit!" of course, followed by V8 Ford Explorer revving. Which is obviously very intimidating because a V8 Ford Explorer full of dudes is the height of performance driving.
Anyways, I told them my little POS 2004 Nissan Sentra SE-R Spec V (longest titled car ever) would kick the bajeezus out of that Ford Explorer, and then they got all pissy with the angry words and told me to pull in to the bank next to us so we could fight. Which they did. And I obviously didn't, as tempting as it was to fight 5 guys at once.
Do not even give these people the satisfaction of being angry lol. They are the scum on the bottom of societies boot, you can't do anything worse than what life has in store for them already.
edit- I was all worked up about it at the time too, it's just part of being younger. Everything works you up.
A green V8 Ford Explorer packed full of dudes that were about my age (probably 20ish at the time) pulled up to me at a light and started talking to me about my car. I don't remember how it started exactly, but it was something like "Hey, what kind of car is that?", which of course I thought was genuine interest because I was young and didn't know that nothing positive could come from this situation. Then it was "Did you get that little toy out of a cereal box?", and then "You should've gotten something with a V8 instead of that little piece of shit!" of course, followed by V8 Ford Explorer revving. Which is obviously very intimidating because a V8 Ford Explorer full of dudes is the height of performance driving.
Anyways, I told them my little POS 2004 Nissan Sentra SE-R Spec V (longest titled car ever) would kick the bajeezus out of that Ford Explorer, and then they got all pissy with the angry words and told me to pull in to the bank next to us so we could fight. Which they did. And I obviously didn't, as tempting as it was to fight 5 guys at once.
Do not even give these people the satisfaction of being angry lol. They are the scum on the bottom of societies boot, you can't do anything worse than what life has in store for them already.
edit- I was all worked up about it at the time too, it's just part of being younger. Everything works you up.