Author: daBooker
Title: stranger
Posted: 7/18/00 02:31 PM
IP: 216.163.191.2
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Subject: The H.I.D. Kid. Part 1
Its 10:30 pm. Prime time Friday night and Delio, along with Peelboy, Lordrandall and Y2KevSE are walking down the boulevard. The trio has just finished dinner & dessert at TGI Fridays, and is walking off the serious caloric overload.
Y2KevSE: “You know, I love the food in that place, but I HATE that menu!”
Peelboy: “Whadaya mean? They’ve got everything on that menu.”
Y2KevSE: “I know, that’s what I mean – that stinking menu is like, forty pages long! Reading that thing is like reading War and Peace! How the hell can you make a decision in that place??”
Lordrandall: “I feel ya, bro. It is a little bit out of control.”
Y2KevSE: “A LITTLE BIT?!”
Delio: “What are you idiots talking about? If the menu only had two or three things on it, you’d be pissing and moaning about that. Why don’t you….
They continue to walk and the stimulating, intellectual debate rages on. The boulevard is in full cruise effect tonight. There’s imports, muscle cars, exoticars, you name it. Eye candy for the true auto enthusiast.
The boys are waiting to cross at an intersection. They have a red light. Peelboy checks for on coming cars and starts to cross anyway.
Lordrandall: “What are you doing?”
Peelboy: “Crossing the street, what does it look like?”
Lordrandall: “My mom told me that I have to wait for the man and, and that’s what I’m doing. See (points to the cross walk indicator) we’ve got the hand right now, that means we don’t go. We have to wait for the walking man – you don’t go on the hand or when the hand is flashing.”
Y2KevSE: “Good grief.”
So they wait.
As they are waiting for the light to change a few cars pull up and stop along side of them. One of these cars is a dropped, flared and blared Honda Civic. You know the car. This thing is three inches off the ground, has a 5 inch tail pipe that makes more noise than a moose in heat, blue tint headlights, BadBoyz Racing decal, the whole nine yards. The three Maxima owner are looking it over in bewildered amusement.
Y2KevSE: “Hey, look at that! What is it, a Modena, no, wait…a NSX? No,…I’m wrong….that’s one of those Aston Martins – right?”
“Baaaaahaaha”
Peelboy: (knowing they’re fake) “Yup, is must be an Aston. You pretty much have to spend that much money to get a stock H.I.D. set up like that.”
Delio (in all seriousness): “Those are HID’s?”
Peelboy (assuming that he’s just joking): “Yup. Good ‘ole blue tinted headlight lenses – that’s an HID system for ya.”
Haaaaaa.
Peelboy, Lordrandall and Y2KevSE enjoy a laugh at the quip. Delio, however, just gets a quizzical look on his face.
Delio: “Hmmm.”
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The following morning, Delio is up and out of bed early. He hops in his Max and heads straight down to the Ace Hardware store. Delio is a man on a mission. He knows just what he wants. He strides directly to the paint department and starts perusing the spray paint selection. He spots it! Reaches out and grabs two cans of the paint and heads to the check out counter. Five minutes later, Delio is on his way back home with two cans of Kelly Moore Aqua Blue Mist in the back seat and a grin a mile wide on his face.
Delio (thinking to himself): “HID city – here I come! I can’t believe it, four bucks! This is going to be the cheapest mod I’ve ever done!”
Upon arriving home, he swings around and backs the Max into the garage. He parks it so that the front end of the car is sticking out of the garage a few feet. This way he’ll have more light to work with, the fumes from the paint won’t get trapped in the garage, and the sun will help dry the paint more quickly.
Delio: “WooHooo! I’m getting HID today!!”
Delio takes the sports section from yesterday’s newspaper out of the recycle bin and begins masking. He carefully masks off the bumper, lower hood, the grill and the side markers on each side. After a half hour of meticulous work, he’s ready to get HID. Looking at the front of the car, only the headlamp lenses are exposed. There’s next to no wind, so over-spray shouldn’t be an issue. Here he goes.
Delio picks up a can of the Kelly Moore spray paint and methodically applies it in slow, sweeping, left-right strokes. First to the passenger side, then the driver’s. It takes about 15 minutes, and then he’s finished. A perfect job – no runs, no drips, no errors.
Delio can barely contain his excitement. He’s got HID headlights now! He can’t WAIT until tonight, to go out and show them off. But the can says that this stuff will take up to three hours to dry, so he’s not going anywhere for a while. Delio tosses the spent cans in the trash, grabs a lawn chair & places it in the driveway, right in front of his car. Yup, his fun this afternoon is going to be, literally, watching paint dry.
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