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- super13brotary
Authors notes, I write this in hopes that it is not to late to save your Bob from the rock star lifestyle and the fine line these guys encounter. Stars which burn the hottest also burn the fastest, remember that when your Bob shows up to the 24 hrs LeMans without sleep and fresh off a 36 hour bender...
Back story on Driver:
Once the recent morgage and commodities speculative bubble burst, this left Bob as an unemployed 9-5 real estate broker with a nasty 24/7 cocaine habbit. His wife of 25 years just took the kids and left him for a 22 y/o with blue eyes, a B.B.A. and a Audi key fob. Bob was forced to take his much loved x2010 off full coverage insurance and now makes minimum monthly payments for 'liability only' since his state welfare just expired, his lawyer's fees from filing chapter 12 are pile-ing up and he spends most nights crying over a cup o noodle and tall can of PBR, which he calls 'dinner'. Behind the train wreck that is my Bob's life he has a dream and a passion which is RACING, along with alcohol, cocaine, hep-C and a trace of white blood cells, racing is in his blood and is his 1st passion. In the peak of his career Bob had it all, the sponsors, the trophies, the fame, the money and the woman. Long since memories are the days of filling his x2010 tank full with C-16 race fuel at the private runway after stepping off his personal G6, as are the days of racing each race a new set of Bridgestone Pole Position race tires, now Bob is stuck in his x2010 waiting in line at Arco for $2.75 per gallon 87 octane while driving on mis-match sumotumo and hankook economy tires which are dangerously close to the wear indicators i add, as you can imagine the car is in a state of disarray. Bob has since voluntarily entered a rehab house and bunks with Charlie Sheen most nights, Bob has left me the x2010 and wanted his story told so maybe it can save someone else Bob.
Back story on Car:
The x2010 started life as shady as it will eventually end life. The car was involved in a off the record trade for a used 98 Toyota Corolla, Bob didn't answer the hard hitting questions his friends and family asked about the car being illegitimate or stolen, as Bob didn't care of this x2010's murky past life or owners of this car As the x2010 sits now, a un-sponsored has-been race car with a story to tell. Sporting a wannabe Macco two tone red/blk paint job which like Bob has seen better days under the sun. It's uses a huge FRP wing straight from a 94' civic in the back end, even sporting a racing #5 in an attempt to fit in with other true race cars. One look at the big-huge-dump-o-carbon-and-rubber-thingeys-front-end will lead trained eyes to careful consideration of the bondo peaking through and the rattling suspension components this race car points to a scandalous past. The XM satellite subscription has not been paid for in 6 months and Sirius recently canceled the radio, leaving Bob the only things to listen to now are the bumbly rusted exhaust and the out of circle wheels vibrating as Bob races recklessly down the track or jersey turnpike. The lubrication system hasn't been flushed in 8k miles and now consists of a thicker, darker version of something which could resemble fine aged Diet Coca Cola complete with some sort of white fuzz when the dip stick is checked. Bad signs are everywhere you look. The windshield wipers broke so now Bob has to apply a liberal coat of rainX before each wet race, just like a homeless guy standing on the corner of 3rd and Union would do for spare change as cars pass him by. This particular x2010 has no A/C and it smells like a familiar basement Chinese food buffet Bob used to frequent during dimly lit closing time hours, preferring to eat Chinese food alone in his car most nights, the interior has a coat of sweet and sour sauce on the surface of pretty much any knob or dial you can reach. Between race events Bob passes out in a local motel6 right off exit 162 on the turnpike, Bob leaves the x2010 unlocked and with the ignition key under the seat, both Bob and I know no one would be caught dead using his x2010 in A spec' anyways and figured the $299.99 saved on the alarm system could be better spent on air fresheners and a nicotine patch, if the smell doesn't keep people out the busted door handles will not allow entrance to the sneakiest crooks.
In an attempt to get his life back on 'track' (pun intended) Bob asked me to put his x2010 in storage while he went to rehab. Believing him and seeing the flame still inside I agreed to this, being the only thing Bob really ever cared about I had one condition, Bob would race for me once he is off the dope and back in shape. So here I sit with this abused and very used x2010 which actually decreases the value of my private garage like a forclosed meth house would on the street of dreams. I trust Bob can make a recovery and get his life and racing career back on track, until then I will hold this x2010 for him as a reminder of the slippery slope that life is and how easy it is to screw it up.
Get better Bob
Sincerely, super13Brotary
Back story on Driver:
Once the recent morgage and commodities speculative bubble burst, this left Bob as an unemployed 9-5 real estate broker with a nasty 24/7 cocaine habbit. His wife of 25 years just took the kids and left him for a 22 y/o with blue eyes, a B.B.A. and a Audi key fob. Bob was forced to take his much loved x2010 off full coverage insurance and now makes minimum monthly payments for 'liability only' since his state welfare just expired, his lawyer's fees from filing chapter 12 are pile-ing up and he spends most nights crying over a cup o noodle and tall can of PBR, which he calls 'dinner'. Behind the train wreck that is my Bob's life he has a dream and a passion which is RACING, along with alcohol, cocaine, hep-C and a trace of white blood cells, racing is in his blood and is his 1st passion. In the peak of his career Bob had it all, the sponsors, the trophies, the fame, the money and the woman. Long since memories are the days of filling his x2010 tank full with C-16 race fuel at the private runway after stepping off his personal G6, as are the days of racing each race a new set of Bridgestone Pole Position race tires, now Bob is stuck in his x2010 waiting in line at Arco for $2.75 per gallon 87 octane while driving on mis-match sumotumo and hankook economy tires which are dangerously close to the wear indicators i add, as you can imagine the car is in a state of disarray. Bob has since voluntarily entered a rehab house and bunks with Charlie Sheen most nights, Bob has left me the x2010 and wanted his story told so maybe it can save someone else Bob.
Back story on Car:
The x2010 started life as shady as it will eventually end life. The car was involved in a off the record trade for a used 98 Toyota Corolla, Bob didn't answer the hard hitting questions his friends and family asked about the car being illegitimate or stolen, as Bob didn't care of this x2010's murky past life or owners of this car As the x2010 sits now, a un-sponsored has-been race car with a story to tell. Sporting a wannabe Macco two tone red/blk paint job which like Bob has seen better days under the sun. It's uses a huge FRP wing straight from a 94' civic in the back end, even sporting a racing #5 in an attempt to fit in with other true race cars. One look at the big-huge-dump-o-carbon-and-rubber-thingeys-front-end will lead trained eyes to careful consideration of the bondo peaking through and the rattling suspension components this race car points to a scandalous past. The XM satellite subscription has not been paid for in 6 months and Sirius recently canceled the radio, leaving Bob the only things to listen to now are the bumbly rusted exhaust and the out of circle wheels vibrating as Bob races recklessly down the track or jersey turnpike. The lubrication system hasn't been flushed in 8k miles and now consists of a thicker, darker version of something which could resemble fine aged Diet Coca Cola complete with some sort of white fuzz when the dip stick is checked. Bad signs are everywhere you look. The windshield wipers broke so now Bob has to apply a liberal coat of rainX before each wet race, just like a homeless guy standing on the corner of 3rd and Union would do for spare change as cars pass him by. This particular x2010 has no A/C and it smells like a familiar basement Chinese food buffet Bob used to frequent during dimly lit closing time hours, preferring to eat Chinese food alone in his car most nights, the interior has a coat of sweet and sour sauce on the surface of pretty much any knob or dial you can reach. Between race events Bob passes out in a local motel6 right off exit 162 on the turnpike, Bob leaves the x2010 unlocked and with the ignition key under the seat, both Bob and I know no one would be caught dead using his x2010 in A spec' anyways and figured the $299.99 saved on the alarm system could be better spent on air fresheners and a nicotine patch, if the smell doesn't keep people out the busted door handles will not allow entrance to the sneakiest crooks.
In an attempt to get his life back on 'track' (pun intended) Bob asked me to put his x2010 in storage while he went to rehab. Believing him and seeing the flame still inside I agreed to this, being the only thing Bob really ever cared about I had one condition, Bob would race for me once he is off the dope and back in shape. So here I sit with this abused and very used x2010 which actually decreases the value of my private garage like a forclosed meth house would on the street of dreams. I trust Bob can make a recovery and get his life and racing career back on track, until then I will hold this x2010 for him as a reminder of the slippery slope that life is and how easy it is to screw it up.
Get better Bob
Sincerely, super13Brotary
Very nice, Jac. It reminds me of that old machinima of what happens to your sims after you delete them.
