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Every available turn that I can drift through or whip the tail out, I go for it. Tires squealing, smoke billowing. I've gotten around 8000 miles out of each of the last two sets of rear tires I've bought. Replacing tires is going to break the bank soon but I can't stop. Is there such thing as a tire junkie? The local tire dealer smiles when he sees me coming. He has a fan blowing across all the new Bridgestones and the smell brings me to my knees as soon as I walk in the door. He knows my CC number by heart. I wonder if smoking crack is much worse than smoking tires? Please,I need help! (sobbing)
Jonathan Howlett AIM-JRHZ32 1993 Ultra Red Twin Turbo 1990 Pearl Yellow Twin Turbo(Deceased)
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