The time George (Powereclipses) and I were swapping his exhaust will never be forgotten. We were under the car for hours. We finally got yelled by his parents (16 at the time) to go inside because we were making too much noise. So we washed up, and started to eat some brownies. He complained that his nose hurt, so I told him to blow it. What was in that tissue was a disgusting blend of road dirt/dust, snot, and blood. Lots, and lots of blood. He was blowing that crap out for days. In school I would ask for updates on the ratio of foreign matter to what was supposed to be in his nose.

Good times? No, great times.

97 RS- Runs, but never driven
2000 Subaru Outback- Daily Driver