So Brian's been telling me about a friday night meet going on in alhambra, so I decided to roll with him to it.
We met up at my house and headed out, and stopped for some gas.
As I was filling up, 3 cops came into the parking lot from the 60, each with a car in front of them that they had pulled over.  awesome. friday night + end of the month. i picked a very wrong night to drive around in my sc on, especially with only 1 working headlight.
Welp, I finished filling up my tank and we built up the courage to cruise by in front of the ticket-orgy that was going on to the side of Fry's, and we were off.
Brian decided to take the 10 to another sc owner's house that was close to the meet.... I remembered why I had avoided the 10 for the last 3 years.  for about a mile straight, I heard rubbing every 5 seconds...
We made it to the meet in 1 piece nevertheless












And when the hell did flickr start becoming so casual?




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