Podcast by Anon on Sunday, November 22, 2009

my is heart pumping furiously. i hear the tempo of its beats rise steadily in my ears. like someone is pounding huge drums in my chest. the asphalt appears to be swaying as it travels backwards, it's dark surface is slick with the light rain and is obscured periodically by my white sneakers. i look up and my eyes blink automatically to avoid the raindrops. i am running away from civilization... lamp posts and city blocks long left behind are replaced by trees and fences. cars glide past slowly, their wiper blades dancing synchronously across the windshield, their red tail lights and orange turn signals glowing brilliantly under the misty gloom. the tires raise even finer mist and leave tire tracks in their wake, which promptly dissolve into the black inkiness as rain water lays its blanket over the tarmac. the road narrows and winds up through the forest. rain falls steadily over the canopy, generating a constant static - like someone turned on the TV, but there was no broadcast. unlike the electronic version though, this seems pleasant in the otherwise serene surrounding. water trickles down my brows and percolates through my saturated clothes. i look down to see the wet fabric clinging to my body like second skin. if i'm breaking a sweat, it's not discernible. the road is now narrower, deserted. the cars are few and far between, and have to cross over the painted separators to pass me. daylight dwindles. crickets start their incessant chatter - like overhead high-voltage electric wires. acorns fall generously, noisily and scatter off among the dense vegetation.  i get off the road when 2 cars cross nearby, and i feel the malleable mulch and the lush grass crush softly from underneath the thick sneaker soles, as if i were running barefeet. unwillingly, i get back on the tarmac which now feels harder than ever. my pace is steadier now. every stride jolts my body into awakening... i can feel my calfs, my thighs, the pit of my stomach, like i have never felt before. i feel the crisp, fresh air circulate within my lungs and my heart pumping rich, oxygenated blood through my veins. i feel i was born to run - to gently caress the soft earth beneath my toes and let the cool breeze do the same to my face.  dear mother, forever caring, giving; i can never thank you enough. why? why do you care so much for a spoilt, greedy brat, who will destroy your gifts and then throw tantrums? answers elude me, comprehension fails me, but i keep running. the incline is steeper now. my pace slows. my steps are less and less further apart. my breathing is heavy, deep. my mouth opens to take in more, but the lungs are filled to capacity. almost on the verge of exploding. my mouth is dry, throat parched. i wipe off water from my face as a dull ache begins to make its presence felt somewhere in my guts. each step is an effort. my feet are lead, and the road is a powerful magnet, resisting any attempt to separate the contact. my insides feel like they're on fire. every nerve and sinew has started screaming for attention. "stop, i can't take it". but i ignore the voices. how can i give up? i haven't reached the top yet.  as if on cue, one of my shoelaces comes undone. is this a test? i keep going. the laces turn into wicks, soaking water from the rivulets and thrashing voilently against my ankles, spraying excess water. i am mildly amused for a brief instant. then a strange thing happens - suddenly, i don't feel exhausted anymore. the pain, if it existed, is gone now. it's a miracle - i feel rejuvenated. it's like i've attained escape velocity - freed from the shackles of my feeble mind. i could go on running for miles. the struggle is over.  i reach the top effortlessly and stop. there is no point in going on. i know i can, if i want to. my insides feel like ember. however, the skin is cold to the touch. i feel like there's steam rising from my arms, like it does for horses that have finished a race. obviously, there is none. i turn and start jogging - i'm a long way from home. the return journey always seems faster somehow. as i near the base of the hill, i cross another solitary runner who is just starting the climb. i smile and give a thumbs-up for the uphill battle.


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Podcast by Anon on Friday, October 02, 2009

What is Civic Si?
it's a civic that grew up.

What is Mugen?
copied this blurb from the glorious internet:
"The name MUGEN symbolizes Honda performance throughout Asia and around the globe. MUGEN, under license by M-TEC Co., Ltd., of Japan, has been closely associated with Honda for more than three decades in the design and manufacture of racing and premium aftermarket performance products."
in short, it's like Mopar for Honda.

What are the specs like?
"i though you'd never ask", replied Ace Ventura, taking a super deep breath.
Engine:

Engine Type: In-Line 4-Cylinder
Displacement (cc): 1998
Horsepower @ rpm (SAE net): 197 @ 7800
Torque (lb-ft. @ rpm): 139 @ 6100
Redline (rpm) 8000
Bore and Stroke (mm) 86 x 86
Compression Ratio 11.0:1

Transmission: Close-Ratio 6-Speed Manual with helical-type, limited-slip differential.

Gear Ratios:
1st: 3.267
2nd: 2.130
3rd: 1.517
4th: 1.147
5th: 0.921
6th: 0.659
Reverse: 3.583
Final Drive: 4.765

Are you fn kidding me? those are the same specs from the Si sedan. what the fk is wrong with you? what's with the Mugen?
ah. but you are right.
God, my friend, is in the details.

okay. AND?

this is what comes pre-installed from Mugen.

MUGEN sport-tuned exhaust
MUGEN track-tuned suspension
MUGEN Limited-edition placard
MUGEN 50mm spherical aluminum shift knob
full aerodynamic body kit including adjustable MUGEN rear wing spoiler - functional - front spoiler with a sports grille, side skirts and a rear diffuser(!)

Wheels: Forged MUGEN GP 18x7.5 (pattern 5H-114.3 +48)
Tires: BFGoodrich®2 g-Force KDW 215/40ZR18 high performance summer

okay, go on. i'm listening.

let me put some details on the above points:

sport-tuned exhaust: full "cat-back" system reduces back pressure downstream from the catalytic converter. Additional 6HP on an engine dyno, according to Honda engineers. (which brings the figure to 203hp! W00t!)

The track-tuned suspension: tested at the Twin Ring Motegi racing circuit in Japan, lowers the vehicle by 0.6 inches, bringing the ride height to 5.3 inches, with aggressive spring and damper tuning for enhanced handling performance. Compared to the conventional Civic Si Sedan dampers, front and rear damping force (both bump and rebound) increased between 8 and 24 percent.

Wheels are 17lbs ea., 27% lighter than the stock 17x7-inch alloy wheel.

whoa. that's a mouthful. but why don't i just take the stock Si and put all these mods in?
you sure can. one slight minor detail. you void the Honda warranty when you do that. plus, the insurance company is not gonna like it too much.

nice. so what do you think is the best part?
the best part? pun intending, undoubtedly, the fact that on paper, it's just a Civic!

i'm impressed. i'll take mine in Nighthawk Black Pearl, please.
well, like Henry Ford said, you can have it in any color as long as it is Fiji Blue Pearl.

what? no color choices?
no sir. and better hurry. there are only a few available. (probably half a dozen out of a 1000 left. but you could ask me and i can point you to a few dealers who still have them)

seriously? what's the retail on one of those things?
sorry my friend. you know how it goes. if you have to ask...


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