Going too fast?
Make sure your not.
The Racer comes ready,
The Racer finally looks.
Revamped to put out,
Modified for performance,
Racing is set off,
Unnecessary, but plenty.
The Racer perks up,
To make sure the speed.
When going to fast,
A Demon is released.
Original Text:
Nissan's newest customer racing car has finally been released. The 370Z RC (Racing Competition) Nismo race-spec features plenty of competition-specific gear along with a terrific look, to make sure you're not only going fast but looking good doing it.The 370Z RC Nismo benefits from a competition-spec exhaust and a revamped ECU. The racer features on a 3.7-liter V6 engine tweaked, along with the aforementioned perks, to put out a solid 355hp and 276lb-ft of torque.
The 370Z RC also features racing parts like a new clutch, flywheel and transmission. The interior features a necessity-only build, completely stripped out of all unnecessary weight. A Recaro racing seat equipped with a six-point harness strap and carbon fiber dashboard help cut plenty of fat off the Japanese sports car. Total weight has been measured at 2,954lbs.Available for customers to purchase, it comes ready for FIA GT4 and World Challenge GTS racing. It can also be modified to race in the Grand-Am GS class.
Pricing is set at $164,560 for the race-ready 370Z Nismo, however a bare-bones version will also be made available for sale running only $138,230.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Sunday, October 16, 2011
People
Our minds are vast, more information than any computer can process. Alone, because we can never know another mind as we know our own. Do we understand ourselves, do we understand others?
What is the lady looking at the vegetables at the grocery store thinking, what is she going through? does anyone care?
What is the taxi cab driver thinking, does his brain only process info about sights and making conversation, or does he have deeper, conscious thoughts?
What is the quiet person in class thinking, are they brilliant, or dumb. Can you classify anyone as either?
What is the loud, popular class clown thinking, does he only think of jokes to say in class, or are the jokes merely a complex subterfuge to hide insecurity or problems?
What is the salon lady thinking, does she really like your hair? Or is her excitement paralleled with the size of her pay check?
What is the fleeting businessman in the airport thinking, are they suffering from a disease, are they in complete bliss, do they love?
What am I thinking, do I really like them, is my life really that bad, do people actually see the flaws I see in myself?
Questions asked but never known, why strive for answers when we're all alone.
What is the lady looking at the vegetables at the grocery store thinking, what is she going through? does anyone care?
What is the taxi cab driver thinking, does his brain only process info about sights and making conversation, or does he have deeper, conscious thoughts?
What is the quiet person in class thinking, are they brilliant, or dumb. Can you classify anyone as either?
What is the loud, popular class clown thinking, does he only think of jokes to say in class, or are the jokes merely a complex subterfuge to hide insecurity or problems?
What is the salon lady thinking, does she really like your hair? Or is her excitement paralleled with the size of her pay check?
What is the fleeting businessman in the airport thinking, are they suffering from a disease, are they in complete bliss, do they love?
What am I thinking, do I really like them, is my life really that bad, do people actually see the flaws I see in myself?
Questions asked but never known, why strive for answers when we're all alone.
Monday, October 10, 2011
Musings of Death
Life would be better if everyone understood that we are all gonna die. I too often find people who's focus is life. I think mine is too.
If you had 6 billion dollars would you be stressin if you lost one?
we don't even matter if we die. no one cares, or at least they get over it. What are we to a universe of infinite size.
Do our small futile actions obstruct or disturb the raw paths of celestial bodies?
What is a sum of money to Steve Jobs now? I'm quite confident he is not spending it, whether in heaven, hell, or nothingness.
He is reduced to human, equal to you, me, equal to the hobo of cedar hills.
What is there to live for, if to live there is death.
luckily there is God.
If you had 6 billion dollars would you be stressin if you lost one?
we don't even matter if we die. no one cares, or at least they get over it. What are we to a universe of infinite size.
Do our small futile actions obstruct or disturb the raw paths of celestial bodies?
What is a sum of money to Steve Jobs now? I'm quite confident he is not spending it, whether in heaven, hell, or nothingness.
He is reduced to human, equal to you, me, equal to the hobo of cedar hills.
What is there to live for, if to live there is death.
luckily there is God.
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Wood
One word, Wood
Wood is equisite. It's classy, it's smooth. Put it on furniture, and it's scholarly. Put it in a car, and it's pimpin. Put it on a phone, and it's more than unique, it's BAMF.
Along with leather, cotton, and ganja; wood was once alive. Composed of cells, now dead, just a skeleton remains. Which outlasts, mortals or wood? From the 5000 old bristle-cone pine, to the 400 foot tall redwood, it's grandeur is real, whether in present or past form.
Contained in one word is more feeling than be said in this infantile language. Enumerable possibilities, defined by mere letters. Poetry based off the foundation of thought, advanced beyond words.
Although short, why say more, when contained in the title, is meaning galore.
Wood is equisite. It's classy, it's smooth. Put it on furniture, and it's scholarly. Put it in a car, and it's pimpin. Put it on a phone, and it's more than unique, it's BAMF.
Along with leather, cotton, and ganja; wood was once alive. Composed of cells, now dead, just a skeleton remains. Which outlasts, mortals or wood? From the 5000 old bristle-cone pine, to the 400 foot tall redwood, it's grandeur is real, whether in present or past form.
Contained in one word is more feeling than be said in this infantile language. Enumerable possibilities, defined by mere letters. Poetry based off the foundation of thought, advanced beyond words.
Although short, why say more, when contained in the title, is meaning galore.
Sunday, October 2, 2011
I should try some of these..
You've been given a direct order to rock the F*** out.
Rock out like you can do cool tricks on a scooter, Rock out like Epic Rap Battles of History is you and your friend, and no one knows, Rock out like your the first person since Aladdin to find the genie, Rock out like you know the difference between your and you're.
Rock out like you just got struck by lightning.. twice, and lived.
Rock out like daddy bought a new car, Rock out like your thinking about a song, and it comes on shuffle, Rock out like EVERYBODY is rocking out, Rock out like you can freestyle like Eminem, and "shook ones pt. II (instrumental)"comes on in a public place, Rock out like Michael Jordan showed up to late night pick-up ball.
Rock out like you got a new seating chart in class, and the prettiest girl in the school is sitting next to you.
Rock out like you drop your phone and it doesn't break, Rock out like no one knows who you are on blogger so you can say whatever you want, Rock out like Jason Bourne is your personal bodyguard, Rock out like you order fries at Wendy's and they burn your fingers.
Rock out like you got some new socks.
But, most of all.. more importantly.. the biggest deal, Rock out like you're gonna die, cause you will.
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