Had a ****ty weekend (broke up with the gf, kicked her outta the house), come into work this morning and before I can even get my keys and phone out of my pocket this glorious thing rolls into the parking lot and I get handed a work order. He wanted it re-aligned so that the rear camber was zeroed out in hopes that it would plant those 345 Micky's a little better. Pretty sure there there's a reason he left a GPS tracker on the passenger seat.
ZR1, caged, BIG cam, 2 stages of Nitrous (with a 30lb bottle, so I'm guessing he sprays it pretty ****ing hard), 2 gallon cell for the meth kit it needs to keep from grenading itself under boost and spray. Had the bad ass Passport radar/lidar scanner that is all hidden from the outside. Tune wasn't right and I work in Graham so it's not like I could really lay into it but just rolling down the street knowing you have 700-800 horse under your foot was enough to put a smile on my face for the next couple hours. The plate is priceless too.