Lane really does have some talent in visioning this article. We really do appreciate him on doing this. Lets give him a big welcome to the 90's crew! 

Thank you Lane!
IG: Mirage.lane
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Okay... Wow, I haven’t made a blog about these in ages. So I’m going to be pretty rusty in grammar lol who am I kidding, I’m basically a fob. Anyways, couple weeks ago We made a trip to Yokohama for the Nissan factory along with the Nismo Omori Factory also. We took a train from shinjuku which took about 45 minutes and at least 20 minute walking from the station. When we finally arrived we were greeted by a gate keeper who surprisingly spoke fluent English and guided us to the direction to go and also directed us where the Omori factory was at. I will do some photo dump on here and along with some infos.. that’s if I don’t feel lazy. But anywho. Enjoy =)

entrance to Nissan factory museum.

Walking in, you’re greeted by a door lady now lol just kidding it’s the information kiosk. Walking in you’ll start to see some motor blocks dating back to how and what they had started with. It was pretty unique.

A lot of the motors that were in the showroom made me drool and most of the time I was fanboying pretty hard. I don’t think (fanboying) is a real word but who cares right? Let’s get back to more stuff.

Ive noticed that most of Japanese people are really into miniature scales of pretty much everything. In this particular topic, (which is cars) you’ll start to see that the attention to detail to the model nissans are near perfect to the actual car itself.

I was drooling soo much that Roxy had to made me drink some water and the water bottle had its very own Nissan label which I thought was really cool!

as we were walking out, there was this info station which was for kids, cause when we walked In there were a group of kids learning about motor works (I wish I had a field trip like that when I was little...) but anyways on that table, there was a cute little stamp station which had a GTR chassis as the stamp. I thought it was pretty cool so I had to get a souvenir for myself.

baby scale of the VQ block

nissan vending machine as you walk out <3

while walking to Omori Factory you’ll pass a Eneos station

the entrance to Nismo is really dope

with the Nismo line up that are available for consumers to purchase in Tokyo.

the entrance to this warehouse is really eye catching

Reinik motor

Rb26 JGTC GT500 for R34

this long block costs ¥1,274,400 which is $11,350 lol

R2 motor is at ¥4,800,000 lmao.

and the holy grail at $51,000 for this S2 motor. WAAOOO.

this place is heaven for all Nismo parts. This shop is soo damn clean it’s insane.

titanium strut bar. That weight less than a weighted shift knob. Of course I had to lift it. But first, you have to wear the white glove.

the line up of the Nismo skylines T.T if you look closely, you can see the R34 Z-tune there.

its now 4 AM and I’m just wrapping it up for this blog. I don’t know if you guys can tell, but I got pretty lazy with the rest of the captions hahaha but I want to thank the guys at Nissan HQ for pretty much guide and directions to the Omori Factory and thanks to the guys here for some stickers lol. Last but not least I want to thank Roxy for letting me drag her in to these places while I fanboy around like a kid in a toy store. I literally wanted everything down to the baby block scale lol.

Im going to try and post some blogs out for you guys. Please leave a comment and let me know if I should or nah haha. Thanks again for reading good night y’all

-Rodney
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Sun up, blinds closed, alarm blaring, snooze and repeat.

"Hey Virgil wake up, how do you like your eggs?"

I sat up, cold as ice. What the fack? This is Cali why the hell is it this cold? Long Beach, Ca I forgot I lived here for 3 years of my god forsaken life.
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"Ill take it fertilized." If you don't understand the reference then I guess were not friends. I almost forgot where I was, perched on a couch in the middle of a dimly lit living  room. "Ill take it over medium." I guess I fell asleep right after finishing the first episode of the animated Godzilla series on Netflix. 

Roxy hands me a plate of waffles, sausage and eggs. "Here you go. Can you eat and drive at the same time?"  

​Rodney steps out into the living room and throws me a pair of keys. "You're driving the Cressida and I'll be taking the Skyline". I grab my canteen filled with coffee and take a sip. It's still hot from the night before.

          Here is the long awaited Eibach throwback meet. It seems in the past year or so the car scene has been shifting to showcasing the oldies but goodies. A prime example I can come to recall would be the Radwood event late last year with a unique roster of vehicles. Guests were encouraged to rock appropriate apparel to fit the genre and it was a success. Coincidentally, what a better way to rock that old Members Only jacket that you kept in the closet. With what memories of Radwood ingrained in our hearts the Eibach meet is a breath of the same fresh air we were calling for. 

          What we once knew as our parent’s daily drivers, the same ones that we used to sneak out with once we got our license and get into trouble with (well some of us) are making a comeback. We're talking about cars that were the thing almost 28 years ago, now being called classics. We all remember Tuan rolling up to school in his EK9 while all the EG owners drool and pine over it. Single overhead cam, dual overhead cam not knowing, slap you in the face cause VTEC is the shiznit you poser and this is where it all began with humble beginnings. With the days of neon under glow behind us what is left for these cars and the people that gather to appreciate the boxy straight lines transform into more aerodynamic rounded edges though the years. We lost flip up lights but we won't lose what it meant to us.

Okay guys here's the run down for the ones who missed the meet. I'm not going to be delving into the details we already know. I'll just be giving you the highlights of the meet through my lens. Enjoy the wasted talent. ​

If only there was a Kenmeri parked next to this Hakosuka.

The day had come to a peaceful end. Tired we decided to catch some dinner and take the Skyline out for one last drive. 

"Hey Gary meet us at Sup Noodle Bar in Cerritos."

          Take the 405 northbound to the 710 south. Veer right to the Queen Mary all the way to Terminal Island. Hit Gaffey street and make a right. Drive up the hill and catch a sight for sore eyes. To the left stands the Korean Friendship Bell, to the right one amazing sunset you will ever see. The cliff ends just behind the Basketball court, the noise of waves crashing against the cliff walls and the sun cradled by the Northern Pacific Ocean.  

          "Hey, why do you have two different sets of wheels?" I asked. With a slight scoff and a hint of regret Rodney replied "I did a little board slide at Grange." 

          If you haven't noticed this Mark II is rocking 2 different sets of wheels. Sitting at the front are the tried and true Advan RG2 and the rear Ray's Gram lights 57DR. Both created with a similar 6 spoke design and "almost" as iconic as the TE73.

          The Carmine red shinned deep in the sunset. I took it all in trying to find the right angle. I took a step back and contemplated, "shit, it all looks good" I whispered to myself.  

          Weaving through 5 o' clock traffic isn't something people in their right mind would want to go though especially on the 405 in a drift car but surprisingly this machine was quite subtle. The suspension was tight over the rocky surface but completely bearable, unlike the crazed suspension nuts that tweak their dampening all the way to the stiffest setting possible.

          The exhaust rumbled the majestic note of the 1jz. It wasn't piercing your ears but loud enough for any rice boy to question lining up with this thing. In all honestly I felt I was driving a tamed car, a great daily driver is what I thought in the back of my mind.

            The road eventually cleared up and the curiosity set in, let's take it to red line. I mean who could resist going wide open throttle in this thing. I double checked the mirrors, "no cops" I said in my head, "fuck the police". I slammed my foot down like I was stomping on my ex, boost immediately shot me back into my seat as the needle on the gauge pinned to its target pressure. That tame exhaust note turned into something different, but something I've heard before. Just like all those YouTube videos you all watch of Supras city blocking anyone foolish enough to race them. It put a smile on my face, but not just any smile. It's like when you chase your alcoholic shot with a smile (inside joke) but instead the smile represents the inner you saying we gonna get facked up tonight kind of smile. 

Adrenaline coursing through me I looked down......0MPH. "WTF, I forgot that the speedo doesn't work. I have a general feeling of how fast to drive on the freeway without looking at the speedometer but this speed was something else. Unknown hp/tq on tap in this boat was quite disorienting. I let off the throttle and was greeted by that classic vent to atmosphere sound which I can only describe as God blessing the earth with a burst of wind. Partial throttle let go was also gratifying with the iconic boost building to release, SHHHtuutututu of flutter, quite addicting.

  
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         When you think car meet you imagine a bunch of scrubs, flexing their cars. Nothing better than a bunch of dudes with testosterone filled egos standing under the sun staring at cars. Their mouths open wide, drooling, well at least that's what you would imagine from the viewpoint of someone outside the car scene. WRONG, and sometimes being wrong is a good thing.  

          I like character, things with spirit, I like the freedom of being able to do anything with your car even with all that's already been done out there but still attempting to do it differently. It's all about the small things.                                     

​Here I am staring at my computer screen. It's 5am and i'm wide wake, no sleep and a bottle of whisky within reach...thinking this car is the shit.  Every bump and scrape sent vibrations through your spine but yet the Bride seats still felt comfortable to catch a couple z's. The whistle of the turbo and the whoosh of the bypass would make you turn down any 90's jam you've been turnin up to. The 1jz composes its own symphony. If you don't know what the cressida's tail lights look like just ask any driver that this car city blocked. 


Photo set: TBA