Well, I don't want to hijack this thread, but you asked for it!
Pat... yes that Pat, said hey Brian, do you want to make some money doing a commercial thing?
I said yes.
So then one day I am told that we will make $500 for doing this shoot. All I know is that it is in an old blimp hanger in Orange County (not the show or movie) ((well, yes THAT orange country, nevermind)
So I drive my car there that day all low and body kitted out. scraping the freeway and any bump that is anywhere on the road.
Then finally I come to the old air field and I see signs pointing to go in.
There is a fence, so I can't see IN there, but I turn the corner and all the sudden
FUCK ME
It is a LONG ass dirt road with woops that reminded me of riding my XR80 when I was a kid. you have got to be fucking kidding me.
so, clearly this is THE ONLY way in there, so I just go for it.. lurking forward in FOERST.. just idling. swearing and looking out the side window like Ace Ventura so I could try and see whats ahead.
I snowplow the whole entry way and break my bumper in little places, but somehow it doesn't break all the way off.
FINALLY I make it onto asphalt and I see a few huge hangers in the distance. Great, which damn way do I go now. SO I start driving around and see a group of construction workers and they point me in the other direction. Finally I make it and there are already tons of workers there setting up everything inside and a coupel drifters are there. They all stare at me as I roll up and ask ... ummm did you DRIVE that here.
Yes. I did.
I drove it over the monster truck course.
so I start putting my huge Pink GodziRa sticker on the window to look cool. Done.
Then there is a lot of standing around and bullshitting...
oh wait I forgot. My car was still running like a WRX.. 3 or 2 cylinders most the time. (later on in life realized the injector wiring was all loose and half assed) I don't even want to turn my car off because sometimes it doesn't start. Why risk it?
Finally there is a meeting and the director explains what he wants us to do and that they want to put number stickers on the windows on the pass. side. I said NOPE. I'm not convering up my cool stickers.
Then he asked if we wanted to wear helmets.
NOPE. fuck that. this is drifting.
by the way, the number stickers were BLACK. black stickers dont even show up. idiots.
long periods of time pass while standing around not doing anything. I notice they have catering. cool.
Oh I forgot, they had all this wiring on the ground and these little "ramps" that cover them up that are sort of like speed bumps. You have to cross those in order to get in the hanger.
Me and "Alex Kors PG Baby Drift" tell them, hey man, our cars are low. we cant get over that speed bump. So they have to figure out a new way JUST FOR US to do all of this. Well, damn, I forgot what ended up happening. I think we just went around some other way or something. I dont remember. fuck it.
So we start driving. It is concrete. it is like ice in there. Kind of neat.
Pat still had his corolla back then and it was loud as FUCK in there. I laughed.
I was doing pretty good actually. It seemed like my power was just right. I would do a lot of FOERST and get it in second and be able to spin pretty nice. You go around 3 barrels painted to look like steel... they were really plastic. so its like a drag race with 3 donuts in the middle.. I guess.
So we drive for a while. it is fun. There are some stupid cars and like 2 cool ones. Me and Baby.
Baby hits the center fence one time and rips the rear bumper off. it was cool. I happened to put a HUGE bend in my rear wheel. They had these anchors in the ground to tie the blimps I guess. Well, I went sideways over one and it bent the wheel pretty bad. I didn't even know though, so whatever.
Then it starts to get boring after a while. I'm smoking everybody that I race. this is easy.
so I go around and find the catering table. Nobody is there but they have tons of shit. I take a bunch of drinks and packs of gum and other little shit. snacks and whatnot. I was hungry.
So then finally they want to do some REAL shooting and they want me and Steven (red s13) to face off or something. They want him to do a burnout and then me to do a burnout and roll to the start
that is where this came from.
Let me tell you. it was really hard to do a burnout when it was like ice because your front tires just slide while locked up.
Umm sir, i CANT stay still, it just slides.
SO after like 4 takes of this crap, we finally get it.
Then they want to film me inside the car like I am looking nervous or something. so thats where my stupid face came in and it looks like my jaw is fucked up. I was chewing gum.
oh yeah, this WHOLE part took probably an hour. They would have to set up cameras forever so I would just let my car sit there running sounding like a putt putt putt putt car hoping it didnt die.
this is getting really long now and I am losing focus so I'm sure I'll end it fast now.
They had a badass Mercedes film rig SUV that filed us. It was badass. All blacked out with huge BREMBOS on it and whatnot.
So we just drove some more laps and it was fun.
Then they wanted me to LOSE to the kid in a Camaro (director's son)
oh well, I would have beat him anyway. it was HARD to lose to him. I just did HUGE donuts like a drifting beginner or something.
blah blah blah
oh, they had a cheerleader team practicing a routne all day.
then in the evening they had some high school rock band come in and FAKE play a concert.
There were NO fans there.
T1000 was not there.
a lot of the stuff in the prom video came out of.... nowhere. haha
Then had to wait until like 9pm to get paid.
that fucking sucked.
so then I drove home over the dirtbike course and Baby's car broke or somthing. oh no, mine did. my bumper broke off like always.
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