I love the fuck outta cars. I like messing with them, looking at them, reading about new models, whatever. That, for me, like most people, will never change. I hate the fuck out of this scene. The "Barretts", the "BPs", the "Morelands" and the "Sonics", and last but not least, Import Alliance. For whatever reason, this scene brings out the scum of the import world. The 240 owners who believe they are all Vaughn Gitten Jr. and feel they have to prove it in the two lane parking lot filled with other cars, the simple honda kids who think VTEC engages when the clutch is depressed and the rev limiter is pegged at 9000 rpm, and the stupid drivers who think a parking lot is their own personal time attack course. The scene is incredebly stigmatized, which troubles me deeply. Because in the eyes of everyone else--law enforcement, general public--if you drive anything even remotely modified from Japan, you are looked at as less than a person. No matter how staunchly you follow traffic laws.
After waking up like a fucking idiot at 6am on a Sunday, I drove down to Turner Field, and exited Fulton Street at 8am. My day might have been a little better had it not been for all of the dumbass people who didnt know the red light at the exit means stop. Loads of people went around me as I chose to remain at the stop light until traffic cleared up, only to further clog the intersection (even for people who werent going to the meet, and were driving the opposite direction of the stadium). Im guessing most of these drivers are 16 years old and just got their license, or are from out of town, and the backwoods towns they live in don't have traffic control devices.
The fun continues at the event, where despite the limited number of parking spaces and the massive amount of registered guests, people thought their primered 94 Civic EXs needed more than one parking spot. And yes, Im also looking at you, Kennesaw crew who I saw parked completely sideways taking up 2-3 parking spots. I don't understand why all the $90,000 GTRs and the half million dollar LFAs by Forged section only took up one space each, but the $12,000 TSX on shitty Enkei wheels needed 3 spaces. Maybe someone can explain it to me. Then to top it off, we were all forcibly evicted at about 2pm. The reason is only rumor and speculation at this point. Some say we exceeded our permit limits for the cars, some say people were surprisingly acting childish, doing burnouts or racing through the parking lots. Whatever the reason, something tells me if this was a parking lot full of Ferraris, Lamborghinis, Porsches, Astons, and so on, there would still be people there right now.
I guess I only have myself to blame, because in the last scene rant I made--consequently enough, it was about the spring Import Alliance meet--I told myself I would never again subject myself to this torture. So I'll say it again, this time with absolution. This is the LAST spring/Atlanta IA meet I'll be attending, and chances are not looking good for the rest of the IA meets.
On an ending note. To the stereotypical entitled, fuckstick, douchbag, second-rate BMW 3 series drivng cock-wallet who thought the Fulton St./Capitol Ave. intersection was his own personal playground, blocking it off for his little Evo driving buddies(surprise, another group of cunts. Birds of a feather.), I am the guy in the maroon Accord with bronze wheels who checked your bullshit. Had it not been for the fact that Im getting married in a few months, and my fiance was in the car behind me, I would have ended your miserable, simple existence at precisely 8:15am. I saw you reaching for your sidearm in your door pocket, but unfortunately, due to your crouched position, you would have not drawn fast enough. If you'd like to settle it like men (which might be difficult for you since you drove a 3 series) I would love to oblige, but I would highly suggest you make sure your medical insurance coverage is up to date.