The Stig 2004-2012 RIP
My WRX committed suicide last night.
You were faster than fuck, you rattled like Johnny Carson’s lungs and nothing made me happier than seeing your speedo hit 130MPH on a paved county road. I miss you so much.
I hate the month of May. Dad died just short of a year ago and now my beloved car blows itself up. Turbo blew and took the cylinders and rods and camshafts with it, when it blew all the oil out the bottom, on fire, of my car.