With the MR2 finally here, it's been like a damn Delorean equipped with the flux capacitor each time I sit in it. I guess its because it seems like I've been out of the aftermarket industry forever. The countless builds you see, all the experiences you have, and most importanly all the friends you make are awesome. Now that I work at a normal nine to fiver, I truly envy those who do what they love for a living. I mean, sometimes the money might not be the greatest, but its definately worth it. When going to "work" becomes more like meeting with your homies, talking about car shit all day long, selling some parts, going to races, doing some tech calls, and wreching on your car afterhours with all the tools and resources you can dream of... it really doesn't feel like "work" anymore at all.
A huge part of these years was hanging with the homies. Fucking around, building cars, eating, track days, street racing, and did I meantion eating? Well the biggest thing I miss everytime I jump in the MR2, was chillen with the crew. We were the young fucks at the time, and back then you respected the OG's, something alot of these new school fucks know nothing about. Well, enough of that. Here's a few memorable pictures from back in the JMS days. JMS for life.
[Shits not a game. Someone left home hurt, pissed off, or humiliated every single day.]
[260lbs plus of airborn jumpkick action. I still can't believe it...]
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