Update - Day 5: Still on Vacation Hello from beautiful Los Angeles, CA. I'm busy previewing the West Coast for the upcoming update, and as I expected, it's really nice. I haven't had much opportunity to drive, since I'm too busy enjoying the glorious weather out here. Anyways, I'll be back in East Coast, USA on Sunday! See ya then!
*I get carried out of the back of the Roamer* Ah Mr.Flippster we have someone very important we would like you to see...
*I get sit down in a chair facing across from a larger man in a suit* Hello Mr.Flippster.......I'm sure you know why we have you here. Um.....no? *yawns* I'm sorry who are you?
-sipping coffee- -*Me* I wonder how Srockzz is doing- -*Jessica* homey, we don't say his name till WCUSA, remember?-
You might be wondering, "Where the hell have I been?" Well, I've been putting the finishing touches on the shop bitch, a 1955 Burnside Special Fordor Coupe that my techs call the Blacktop Bruiser: Believe it or not, there's actually some pretty deep backstory to this car. Back in the 1950's, as prohibition was starting to die down in the mid-West, this Burnside was used by bootleggers to get booze from Wet States and Counties to Dry States and Counties. After that, the original owner parked the thing in a barn down in Nevada, where the car sat. Originally, and when I bought it, it was an odd combination of alpine white (a new color for 1955 - and the last year of the 53-55 styling for the Burnside) for the main body, and royal blue for the roof. The reasoning was, it would be a distinctive enough car to stand out from other bootlegging crews, but would be innocuous enough to where a cop could look at it and go "Meh, it's just an ordinary car." Well, it wasn't quite ordinary - Originally it had a 423cui V8 w/ two-barrel carbs (Again - a new option for '55, and would be standard in the Burnside all the way into the 1970's). The previous owner (the guy I bought it off of) found it in its would-be final resting place in '71, and by that point it was a shell of its former self - thieves and parts pickers had nicked the right fender trim, left headlight, right mirror and the front bumper. He started turning into a grassroots Gasser in the mid-70's, but ran out of funds to do so, and it sat in his garage, where he'd tinker with it every so often. I approached him on buying it, and that's how I came into possession of it. Once in my hands, I repainted it to the silver and gold you see before you, and gave the engine a complete tune up. You'll notice, however, that I didn't bother replacing the missing trim, headlights and mirror - That's deliberate, as I wanted the car to keep some of its character.
*Undisclosed location, Northern Canada* (THIS MEANS NO ONE KNOWS WHERE I AM, AND I IM IMPOSSIBLE TO LOCATE) *Day 12* I keep hearing voices in my head... my wife.. my kids... everyone sems to come back and then leave...... Last night i saw them back.. in my dreams.. we were back before everything.. back in the city. my job was back.. i wasnt stuck in a shitty camper that i brought from a junkie when i arrived here.... why did i do that.. for real... my wife was right... this was a mistake.. why did i get my dick in the fan? why did i decide to destry my life this way...? I had everything, and not even a week later... nothing... even my family is gone... maybe for good.... oh fuck... why did i do this to myself....?
-meanwhile- -*Me* I should check on Srockzz- -calls the flipphone from the glovebox I told him to take with him- -no answer- -*Me* dammit, how will he know when his pickup is?- -*Jessica* pickup?- -*Me* yeah, you think I was going to leave him in Canada? Ha, he is so American he sticks out like a sore thumb there, I was arranging to have his catch a bus to California to meet us there, I'll try calling him again-
Alright, this is severly offtopic: West Coast is on the Horizon so lets make this story line clear, so we all are on the same page uppon the arrival of WCUSA. I was an accountant on Belasco for some very fishy buissness. I tried to crack that mess open, and did not manage to mesure how bigger that was than i intended and got some people angry. Very angry. I had my family, and a yellow Bolide Corse. And i decided to leave town and run away. I ran, and swapped identities a couple of times, before ending in Harriman, where my family reached a breaking point, and decided to split out. My wife left. (Or atleast i think she did), and a good friend got me a way out of this, to run away into canada, where we pick up again i post or two ago.
