Sam tune means, your shit is bound for a fucking burn down.
Sam's tune got Dville started and running 90% of his way to where he is now. His car didnt burn down.
Yet.
Neither have the other 4,552 (obvious estimated number) other cars ive tuned in the past 8 years. You can make jokes all you want about the fire but you have nothing else. I have two past customers who dislike me and that is because I made them dislike me. You cant make everyone happy but ive managed to keep 99.998% of my customers that way.
Maybe you should reconsider your posts about me and my work.
I'm going to bring the Nikon and a few lenses on the trip. I hope David doesn't mind me hanging out of the Cobra to get some highway shots I've been thinking about.
Looking for no-front-plate violators?
I really hope I can make it. But I kinda doubt it. I'll go ahead and post a pic to give me an impetus to be there.
Is scared of his dad. Fuck it man. Auto and street tires, unless you slam it into a wall, you will be ok and dad will never know. Dew it!!! I'll buy you a beer if you make a pass in it
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