Today I spend the last of the money I was saving up to begin a new life with Satomi.
When I get home my car will be sporting 185hp under the hood, courtesy of UPSolute programming, along with a Bosch 4-bar fuel pressure regulator and Forge diverter valve.
Next up are interior niceties to make driving my car feel like driving MY car instead of some other person’s New Beetle.
This includes getting some rubber floor mats, changing the shift knob (and possibly getting a short shifter assembly), new interior trims for the dash, etc.
We shall see. After all, now I am broke. I don’t call it that, though. I call it starting fresh. Any money saved from now on is free and clear of original intent.
Maybe one day I’ll learn to accept. But right now, the thought that fear can and did conquer love really pisses me off. I may not be able to do anything about it, but I can try to put it behind me and try to start again. By myself. So I might as well exert my energies towards goals that I can achieve by myself. With my money. On my car. For my life.