And there is a ricer honda sitting in the driveway, blocking the circle turn around. So I'm like WTF? It's one of my younger sisters friends. I ask her to get him to move the car. She gives me the keys and asked me to do it.
Now, this thing is an inch off the ground, huge wing, body kit, stickers...you name it. What do I see when I open the door? these fucking racing seats and a nitrous bottle mounted RIGHT BETWEEN THEM. No shit, just sitting there. Line runs down the console, under the pedals and out into the engine!!!??? WHAT..THE..FUCK!
Now I try to fit in the damn thing, fuck are they tiny. Crank the car up, it sputters and dies. Again, same thing...idle drops and it dies. For 5 damn minutes I try this. Finally, I get it started enough to move it and coast it down to the end of the circle. Pull up on the e-brake and smack my elbow on the bottle valve. I get out, cussing up a storm and he's standing there. As I'm walking back up the driveway, I see liquid all over the place. As I got near it, I caught a wiff of gas. Sure enough, the fucker is LEAKING gas.
So I say to him "what the hell is wrong with your car man? there is gas everwhere!". So he then proceeds to tell me that the shop removed his fuel pressure regulator without asking him (said they didn't need it to "tune" with) and fucked up the threads on the port. They then, in their wisdom, decided to take a piece of fuel line and force it over the threads...then stick a motherfucking **BOLT** in the other end to stop the gas from escaping!!! I open the hood, and sure enough there is raw gas all over the fucking place.
At this point, I basically laid into the kid about what the hell he is doing, and I told my father that my sister is NOT allowed to ride *ANYWHERE* in that thing. I don't want her head being 5" from a full nitrous bottle with a driving time bomb of a honda.
Now I'm very tempted to tell the kid he needs to get a tow truck to take it back to his house. I don't want to read about this kid going up in a ball of flame in the paper tomorrow. I also told him he needs to get him and his parents over to that shop and fucking lay into the owner hardcore about that fuckup. If a shop rigged up my kid's car like that and put his life in danger, I would go LIVID.
He's outside now doing the
to my 3K since he saw all the shit done to it. Uggg. I don't care if your into domestics or imports, COMMON FUCKING SENSE is in order to work on ANYTHING automotive! I can't belive these piss-poor shops around town bilking these kids out of their money for litteraly CRAP workmanship.
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