MR-S

This is not the week for easy fixes for me. Yesterday, I had a unique experience with Javascript that made me die a little inside. To visualize, imagine trying to translate a book from English to Spanish, but instead of writing out the Spanish copy, you must instead fashion a complicated set of mirrors that project individual letters from the English pages onto the wall en español. Now imagine that you have fat fingers and that they are covered with Cheeto dust, so as you fumble around with these tiny mirrors, you inadvertently muck them up with grease.

No Photoshop trickery here. This is the same car I slid into a tirewall last night. Besides the crazy frunk gap and some fist-sized flat spots, my car looks spotless from a distance of 10 feet or more. Get close, and you'll see that the paint is cracked, scraped, and obliterated in places, and that there is a dodgy crease in the fender. I'll be washing, buffing, and touch-up painting tomorrow, as well as getting the alignment checked.

How did I do it? With an assload of help from my awesome girlfriend. It took us about 9 hours, but it was well worth it.

Today has not been a very good day. It began with an extremely intricate task at work, that was beset by technical difficulties that made even the simplest tasks impossible. The onset of new tax laws cutting into about $30 of my weekly paycheck was certainly unwelcome, and even the ATM I wanted to use to deposit said check was out of order. The guy who normally cuts my hair quit and the gas station around the corner from my house was out of order.

I think this is how mercenaries feel after they've been grazed by their first bullet.

This was easily the longest drift session I've ever had. I took the time to find a spot on google maps that would suit my purposes: a 2-lane 90° curve that terminates with a big concrete apron on one end, and a long straight on the other.

It looks like someone from the Taco Bell crew paid me a visit late last night. They took my $100 JVC stereo after doing $1000+ worth of damage to my MR-S to break in. They went through my glove box and popped the engine lid, probably looking for speakers.

They were kind enough not to cut any of the stereo wires, and they even unplugged my MP3 player cable and left it on the ground by my car. Orange County got a smudgy handprint with "latents" on three fingers, which I guess is a good thing.

I can't even begin to express the pure electricity I'm feeling right now. I've been very concerned with my drifting efforts to this point, as a majority of my amusement has been tied to power-over drifting (a.k.a powersliding) well after the apex of a turn. To me, this isn't really drifting at all, and I'd become very frustrated when trying to emulate the practice menu of drift bible.

As some of you know, I've been trying to push the limits of myself, and my MR-S, on the deserted backroads of Orlando for months now. Learning to control my "undriftable" car and developing some sort of reliabilty in my performace has been... well... elusive.

I have pitch black video of my latest practice, which I am unsure if I will upload for your enjoyment. I can deliver a short screenplay for those who are interested: