To start, that all important thing, that which marks each person out, de name. As I am rather guarded about my true name, I will explain a little more about my gaia name. It is actually one of my Nicknames, the name of my car, and my trick shot. What started this whole little deal is that I shoot. My personal weapon being a Marlin 60 SS. Not only a beautiful gun, but nice and quiet too, although a touch on the tame side. Other guns include the 1911 and an SKS however I can’t do my trick shot with them as they tend to just go ahead and blow the target away. So, what started this whole mess was that I found targets to be expensive, not hard to do when you work part time and am in the middle of building a car. So, instead as we were walking out I grabbed a jumbo pack of playing cards. From here it is pretty easy to fill in what I did. How the clubs came in was that I am not cool enough to be a spade, plus it is overrated. My heart is in the freezer behind the chocolate so that one was out, and no way I am being a diamond, so that left clubs. The 9 came from the idea that hitting the ace is impressive, but in the realm of things easily done, you only have to hit it once. Shoot out more than that, say 9 and you don’t miss. Thus, the 9 of clubs which is currently the name of my car, whose 1st name was Drippy. (More on the car later) because of a handful of reasons 1) he’s flat black, 2) he isn’t cool enough to be a spade either and he certainly isn’t that common 3) there was a hole in the dash that cold air kept coming through that finally annoyed me enough that I stuck the only thing I had on me into it, which happened to be a playing car, 5 of clubs I think that later got changed to the 9 and finally 4) it fit on the license plate. So, if my this little rant of mine is not enough, by all means keep reading.
Mi Coche, also the 9 O_Clubs
My car is perhaps my most obvious obsession, and is often refereed to as either my lover or my child. He is a 1968 Volkswagon Beetle with a 1500cc Single port engine, meaning that in the quarter mile he will pull 6...minutes. Well, that might be a little exaggerated, but really, I have to give it a lot just to keep with the traffic leaving the stoplight. Still, he is a touch modified, since he has the aftermarket .009 Distributor (no vacuum advance - used for racing and Porsche), he also bares an aftermarket exhaust which puts out a lot more air than the stock and also manages to give him a fairly deep grumble. The carb is also newer, along with the alternator and oilstack. Combined with a race clutch and a fully rebuilt tranny, he gets along fine. (The interesting thing, I am trying not to speak car)
The prize of the car however, beyond his dashing looks, is the completely custom sound system. A Kenwood deck, 6 speakers (4 front / 2 back), a 1200W amp, and 2 10 in subs ensure that the car jumps when I want it too. It is set mainly to play older rock songs with the second custom settings designed for metal. Oddly though everyone laughs, since not one of my neighbors has heard my sound system light off. I don't blast in neighborhoods and never at night (unless I'm down at the drag races)
Currently, he is primer black with a semi leather interior that will soon be all black leather. The windows are going in for tinting and a roof rack is being slammed on. The front of the car is lowered about 4 inches now, however here in the next few weeks I am removing the entire front end to replace it with an adjusting one and smaller tires to drop it to the ground. As of right this moment, his wheels are brilliant blue and I spend my mornings practicing pinstriping flames across the front.