Does anyone know whos S14 this is?

[blu808]

Because i would like to shake that persons hand.

http://viceroy.atspace.com/chm1.jpg

[dorifto-san4o8]

your pic doesent work luke

['90RPS13]

yep. no pic. *a

[blu808]

Thats odd. Works for me.

Heres the url
http://viceroy.atspace.com/chm1.jpg

[ThatGuy]

Luke, the answer you seek is chmercer. You fail at searching. :rofl:

[blu808]

Sorry Barry. I guess i do fail this time.
lol

http://www.zilbeer.net/driftgirl.jpg

[tbowzer]

http://viceroy.atspace.com/chm1.jpg
here

[ayuaddict]

the link didnt work, but after looking at the link for a few seconds and reviewing some of the info i picked up on this forum, i noticed "viceroy" in the URL. viceroy is supposedly a group of the hottest S14s in america or whatever. then i noticed "chm". i figured that could be short for "chmercer" which is the user name for the owner of that hot reddish kouki.

:edit: anddd....while i was typing this up 3 people posted and rendered my post worthless.

[dorifto-san4o8]

thats a s13!!! FAIL FAIL FAIL. get some sleep.jk

[chmercer]

yeah mine

the host sucks shit but it was free with no ads, and im not paying money for a joke webpage

[blu808]

thats a s13!!! FAIL FAIL FAIL. get some sleep.jk

The s13 understeering is a representation of how i failed to search.


The red s14 is the win.

[CaoBoY]

viceroy is a joke webpage?!? :keke:

[blu808]

yeah mine

the host sucks shit but it was free with no ads, and im not paying money for a joke webpage

Do your front wheels rub frame at full lock? :love:

[dorifto-san4o8]

The s13 understeering is a representation of how i failed to search.


The red s14 is the win.

oh haha sorry luke! i guess i failed too.

[Siizzzoooo]

what kind of hood is that you got there CHMERCER?

I dig, I'm lookin for a kouki hood myself

[A Spec Products]

viceroy is a joke webpage?!? :keke:

viceroy is a joke to begin with

bunch of tex-ass jokers i tell u what

hahaha

YEEE HAWWWW!

[McRussellPants]

A life luxurious

In a private club in Tokyo's neon-lit Ginza entertainment district, men in dark pinstripe suits drink, smoke and play cards. A few of the men are huddled together in a corner, involved in hushed but animated conversation. Others puff their chests out for the accommodating "comfort women" who adorn the smoke-filled room like well-placed flower arrangements.

The club is on the second floor of a small building where the constant whir and clang of a busy pachinko parlor on the ground floor can be heard upstairs. Pachinko is the Japanese national obsession, a slot machine that sends tiny chrome balls through a vertical maze, like a pinball machine set on end but smaller in size. The relentless chatter of hundreds of moving pachinko balls is softened by the club's sound system, which plays the theme from The Godfather, performed on traditional Japanese instruments, koto (Japanese banjo) and wood flute.

A squat older man sits toward the back of the room at a table surrounded by bowing young associates, who respond to every order and request he makes with an unvarying hail of "Hai! Hai!" ("Yes! Yes!"). The older man is flanked by two women—one in a short black cocktail dress, the other in a schoolgirl's pleated plaid skirt and white blouse. Both women cover their mouths and giggle at the man's every gruff word.

A young man in a shiny sharkskin suit enters the room, his head bowed. The other men immediately take notice and stop talking. The young man approaches the older man's table. He does not dare lift his eyes. Without a word he formally presents an artfully wrapped object to the older man. The package is no bigger than a small piece of candy, but the young man sets it down on the table ceremoniously with both hands. His left pinky is heavily bandaged. The old man stares at the offering, then stares at the young man's damaged hand. The moment is tense until the older man nods, his face relaxing a bit, and orders one of his minions to remove the offering without opening it. Everyone in the room knows what it is, In West Philadelphia, born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days, chillin and relexing and actin all cool, shootin some b-ball outside of school, when a couple of guys who were up to no good, started makin trouble in my neighborhood. I got in one little fight and my mom got scared. She said, "You're movin with your auntie and uncle in Bel Air." I whistled for a cab and when it came near, the liciense plate said "fresh" and it had dice in the mirror. If anything, I could say that this cab was rare, but I thought, "Naw forget it. Yo, home to Bel Air." I...pulled...up to the house about 7 or 8 and I yelled to the cabbie, "Go home, smell ya later." I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the Prince of Bel Air.

[chmercer]

front wheels used to rub slightly on one side at full lock when i was running 265s, one side had a roundy shoulder block. switched to 235s now, no rub under any conditions

hood is off ebay, its c west copy hood with a windshield cowl moulded in

[A Spec Products]

I looked at my kingdom, I was finally there, to sit on my throne, as the Prince of Bel Air.

http://www.sixshot.com/images/images/fresh_prince.jpg

It wouldn't surprise me if you owned a pair of Jams and an OP neon T shirt.

Funky fresh.

[2iv0 sx]

LOL that's my all time favorite show!