Rumors of my death have been greatly exagerrated. Much to the chagrin, I'm sure, of Bowel Movement and No Cock.
I've just been up to my ears in work. I've also been autocrossing quite a bit. Tomorrow was supposed to be the Viper's first day on the road course, but my slicks are corded---I was going to run on the trusty street tires, but when I jacked up the car to change brake fluid, I had HUGE chunks missing out of my rear. So tomorrow I'm running the wife's CLK320 at the track. She's pissed.
I wonder if this had anything to do with the stock tires chunking to the cords at <5000 miles?
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