![]() ![]() Second, I was recently on a press trip with a bloke from Max Power magazine who had a copy of the latest issue. With confusion reigning supreme, it suddenly became apparent that every car was sporting spoilers, decals and neons, and was piloted by a callow yoot in a baseball cap, all of whom mocked our undressed vehicle as they left us for dead on the M6. In an unprecedented move, the service station was closed and about 200 cars were attempting to leave the car park simultaneously. First, while on a gruelling trip back to London after watching Chester City beat Accrington Stanley away (a proper hobby), we pulled into a faceless Midlands service station hoping to secure a snack from Julie's Pantry. ![]() Thus Far, my experience of the modding phenomenon is largely based on three incidents.
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