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I remember being the Civic Trololol back in the day. I could only afford the little hatchback and a cacophony of aftermarket parts. It was bad man. Bad. Carbon fiber hood, wheels, springs, adjustable shocks, sway bars, intake, exhaust, headers, shifter.. the list goes on and on. Its what I had. It felt peppy, fast even. I felt compelled to challenge the occasional Mustang or Camaro. Of course I was placed squarely in my relative slot on the speed totem pole.
So when these guys do it, sometimes its jealousy, sometimes its admiration. There's a whole slew of reasons. Now that I'm on the other end of the HP spectrum, I feel like I know what's up and just let them handle their business. No harm, no foul.
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