I just stepped in from the garage, and came to the realization that I may be in a little bit of trouble. You know, when the thought pops into your mind that you are on your way to becoming like the people you had always just shook your head about in disbelief. There are those among you that might be afflicted with the same sickness as I....hooked by the same inner demons....victims of the 'go-fast crackpipe'. 
Legend says that a Mr. Doug Hayashi was the first to be bitten by this wallet crushing bug. A mod here, a mod there, it was a never ending downward spiral. Before long his friends were sucked in, then people in his region, then it was nationwide...and now it is inside of me.
It all started last year when I bought my second NSX and drove it home. On the drive from Schaumburg, Illinois to my Indiana home I was thinking, 'Hmmm....these wheels are kind of chipped...maybe I will replace them next year,' and on I drove. Within 48 hours of returning to work I felt the first sting of the need for parts, but shrugged it off as nothing. 'Okay,' I thought, '...it is just a set of wheels...I will just buy those and that is it,' and a set of Prodrive GC-06D were purchased. 'I will not install them until spring...heck, I will not even buy tires yet,' and I placed them in the attic. There they sat...calling to me in the night, beckoning me while I slept. Crying out for a set of tires and to be released from the shackles of the boxes that bound them. Was I hearing voices? I kept myself busy and pushed them out of my mind....for a little while.
Months past, and the voices from the attic became more tolerable. I knew how to deal with them, until one fateful day I received a call from one of my friends who said, 'Mitch, you really should put some cool seats in that NSX of yours,' and together we pondered. Ouch!! What was that sting? Why was my arm getting the jitters? Oh no.....the crackpipe again!!
Before I knew it I was ordering a set of black Sparco Torino seats for the NSX. I tried in my head to justify that it was right, that I was not addicted yet, that things like that still only happened to 'other people' and not me. 'I will not even buy the seat rails until spring,' I told myself. See?? I am not addicted yet!!
I fought off the demons until yesterday. The sounds from the attic had grown louder. The wheels and seats together were tearing apart all that I knew to be true in the world. Family and friends just did not understand...they did not know the pain!! Finally the demons were too much to bare any longer....so I reached for what I thought was my phone to call for help. Little did I know, it was the 'go-fast crackpipe' again.
I took a deep hit off of it to sooth my nerves....before I knew it I had ordered a set of Pirelli P-Zero Neros to quiet the Prodrives in the attic....then another hit off the pipe yielded Sparco seat rails and sliders for the Torinos...the voices still raged louder!! They began to scream for more suspension pieces to handle the larger Pirelli rubber....SPRINGS!! SHOCKS!! I HAD TO HAVE THEM!!
Before I knew it I was searching for exhausts, headers, anything to quiet the voices and the longing for the 'go-fast crackpipe'!! So here I sit...a shell of a man....trying to figure in his head how to get that next mod....how to justify to his family and friends why it is essential for his car to have such extravagances showered down upon it....a shell of a man who is now addicted to the pipe.
I know, I know. Hayashi warned long ago about the powers of the pipe. I know I should have listened to the stories of those on Prime with shattered bank accounts that once held larger sums of money than they do now. I just never thought it would happen to me. Learn from me dear children of Prime.....learn by example. Do not take one hit of the pipe thinking you can resist it.....its powers are far beyond that of mortal man. It will leave you battered and broken.....looking for your next fix....yearning for your next mod....the one that will be your last....until the next one.
Legend says that a Mr. Doug Hayashi was the first to be bitten by this wallet crushing bug. A mod here, a mod there, it was a never ending downward spiral. Before long his friends were sucked in, then people in his region, then it was nationwide...and now it is inside of me.
It all started last year when I bought my second NSX and drove it home. On the drive from Schaumburg, Illinois to my Indiana home I was thinking, 'Hmmm....these wheels are kind of chipped...maybe I will replace them next year,' and on I drove. Within 48 hours of returning to work I felt the first sting of the need for parts, but shrugged it off as nothing. 'Okay,' I thought, '...it is just a set of wheels...I will just buy those and that is it,' and a set of Prodrive GC-06D were purchased. 'I will not install them until spring...heck, I will not even buy tires yet,' and I placed them in the attic. There they sat...calling to me in the night, beckoning me while I slept. Crying out for a set of tires and to be released from the shackles of the boxes that bound them. Was I hearing voices? I kept myself busy and pushed them out of my mind....for a little while.
Months past, and the voices from the attic became more tolerable. I knew how to deal with them, until one fateful day I received a call from one of my friends who said, 'Mitch, you really should put some cool seats in that NSX of yours,' and together we pondered. Ouch!! What was that sting? Why was my arm getting the jitters? Oh no.....the crackpipe again!!
Before I knew it I was ordering a set of black Sparco Torino seats for the NSX. I tried in my head to justify that it was right, that I was not addicted yet, that things like that still only happened to 'other people' and not me. 'I will not even buy the seat rails until spring,' I told myself. See?? I am not addicted yet!!
I fought off the demons until yesterday. The sounds from the attic had grown louder. The wheels and seats together were tearing apart all that I knew to be true in the world. Family and friends just did not understand...they did not know the pain!! Finally the demons were too much to bare any longer....so I reached for what I thought was my phone to call for help. Little did I know, it was the 'go-fast crackpipe' again.
I took a deep hit off of it to sooth my nerves....before I knew it I had ordered a set of Pirelli P-Zero Neros to quiet the Prodrives in the attic....then another hit off the pipe yielded Sparco seat rails and sliders for the Torinos...the voices still raged louder!! They began to scream for more suspension pieces to handle the larger Pirelli rubber....SPRINGS!! SHOCKS!! I HAD TO HAVE THEM!!
Before I knew it I was searching for exhausts, headers, anything to quiet the voices and the longing for the 'go-fast crackpipe'!! So here I sit...a shell of a man....trying to figure in his head how to get that next mod....how to justify to his family and friends why it is essential for his car to have such extravagances showered down upon it....a shell of a man who is now addicted to the pipe.
I know, I know. Hayashi warned long ago about the powers of the pipe. I know I should have listened to the stories of those on Prime with shattered bank accounts that once held larger sums of money than they do now. I just never thought it would happen to me. Learn from me dear children of Prime.....learn by example. Do not take one hit of the pipe thinking you can resist it.....its powers are far beyond that of mortal man. It will leave you battered and broken.....looking for your next fix....yearning for your next mod....the one that will be your last....until the next one.
