There is something-possibly better left unsaid-about pulling out of a garage with new meats on yer rig. Like a kid with a new pair of kicks, running fast and humping around, we teared outta that parking lot with a reckless abandon unmatched in Multnomah county. Wear and tear got the best of us again, so we cruised out to Sears and popped for some new meat. Back in October we threw two new ones on the front, rotating the best chaff towards the back. That put a dent in the ol’ pocketbook too, motherfuck. With summer upon us, and miles and miles of drunken cruising ahead of of us, we thought we’d prepare Big S with some much-needed rubber. He’s lethal.

Next big automotive event on the horizon: Oil change.

Stay tuned.