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What Does it Cost to Build a TechArt Porsche 992 Turbo?

When it comes to Porsche cars, TechArt is a synonymous name for aftermarket upgrades to the brand for over 20 years. I can remember doing my first Gumball 3000 rally in 2003 where there was a yellow Porsche 996 Turbo with the TechArt front bumper and side duct fins and that’s all I wanted to achieve in life. Having faked it on my 2001 996 Turbo, I finally became part of the TechArt family with a set of side skirts on my 2007 Porsche 997 Turbo. But that is nothing compared to this Porsche 992 Turbo S build we are going to show you.

TechArt has kept true to their roots of Porsche upgrades as you can build full cars from their entire program. Although it seems their main focus is on aerodynamic and aesthetic upgrades, TechArt takes large strides in performance mods, suspension, and wheel upgrades. As a premier name brand in the game, it sure isn’t cheap. And it shouldn’t because you are paying to play. Having the privilege to work with all these different products for different cars over the years, their price is worth the hype. Many brands try to create a culture and dream like TechArt owns, but at the end of the day are just marketing gimmicks. So what does it cost to build the Ultimate Porsche 992 Turbo with a TechArt GT Street R kit? Grab a pencil, calculator, and a shot of whiskey as we are going to go through the costs!  

This customer car came to us to achieve the TechArt dream for his 2022 Porsche 992 Turbo S Cabriolet. Beyond all the products is the need for paint and installation. The GT Street R kit in Forged Carbon Fiber comes in at just over $60,000. With these cars selling in the $275-$290K range, thats 20% of the purchase price already. The full kit includes a new front bumper, fenders, side skirts, rear bumper, hood, and rear wing all trimmed out in Forged Carbon Fiber. Everything down to the vents in the front fenders have been upgraded. The front bumper is comprised of several different pieces to continue the forged carbon fiber accents. The new hood is full carbon fiber and features GT3 style vents. New side ducts are added to to give the car a more aggressive profile. If you know anything about Porsche Turbo cars, its the exhaust outlets. TechArt brought a little bit of the highly desired GT3RS with semi center exit exhaust system. So to use the GT Street R kit, you also need their full exhaust. This exhaust system is valved to work like the stock PSE while bolting up to the stock cats. Coming in at around $5000, this isnt an option but a necessity. Since the Porsche 992 Turbo is produced for the common man driving all around the world, to get an incredible stance out of the car, we added a set of the adjustable springs that work with the stock PASM dampers. This allows you to set the perfect ride height to really get the full aggressive look from the wheels and aero kit. This suspension kit cost rough $1500 which is on bar for pricing with other adjustable spring kits. 

In addition to the TechArt GT Street R parts, this car was also enhanced with a new ECU tune from M-Engineering. The specialists in Porsche Tuning, they are able to squeeze out near 800 horsepower out of these cars. To keep the car running efficient, a pair of CSF intercoolers were bolted on behind the forged carbon fiber vents. With the upgraded exhaust, tune, and cooling parts, this Turbo S now screams 0-60 in the high 2’s.

All said and done, the build project was roughly $75,000 parts to get it to this TechArt GT Street R level. There is roughly $10,000 in body shop work and intallation labor that goes a long with it. If you think this is crazy, TechArt unveiled its GT Street R program and 87 packages were sold out in just 20 months around the world. Thats some serious dollars!

Enjoy these photos of the Porsche 992 Turbo S we did here at Vivid Racing and if you are interested in TechArt products, shop everything at our TechArt Store Here.

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Synopsis -> Y/N, a daring motorcycle racer, catches the attention of seven competitive car racers called ENHYPEN. Driven by lust and rivalry, the boys chase her both on and off the track, but as the tension builds, their obsession with her grows. Will they see her for more than just a prize, or will their dangerous desires consume them?

y/n‘s motorcycle/ Enhypen’s cars

The neon glow of the underground racing meet lit up the midnight haze, a kaleidoscope of color painting the abandoned industrial yard. Engines roared in the background, their growls reverberating like thunder as spectators cheered and gathered around the makeshift racetrack. The air was electric with the promise of danger, victory, and pride.

Among the cacophony, she arrived.

The low rumble of her Ducati Panigale V4 S pierced the noise, its engine snarling like a predator on the hunt. Heads turned, conversations halted, and even the roar of supercharged cars seemed to fade as the crowd parted for her.

She swung off the bike with a grace that commanded attention, her every move deliberate and sharp. The glistening black leather of her riding suit clung to her like a second skin, accentuating her curves in a way that left no room for subtlety. The zipper at the front was tugged just low enough to reveal the teasing hint of her collarbone and the curve of her chest, glinting under the overhead lights. Her toned legs were on full display, hugged perfectly by her fitted leather pants, while her thigh-high boots added an edge that dared anyone to challenge her.

Her long hair, tousled from the wind, cascaded over her shoulders, framing a face that was both dangerously beautiful and untouchably fierce. Kohl-lined eyes swept over the crowd, challenging anyone to hold her gaze for too long. Her smirk—equal parts daring and seductive—was enough to make hearts race faster than any engine in the yard.

Y/N.

Every racer here knew her name, and for those who didn’t, they would by the end of the night.

From a line of sleek cars parked along the edge of the track, ENHYPEN watched her arrival like hawks sizing up a rival. Their presence was impossible to ignore—seven drivers standing by their machines, each one a force in their own right.

Jungwon, leaning casually against his midnight-blue Nissan GT-R R35, crossed his arms as his sharp gaze followed her. Calculating, assessing. He wasn’t one to be easily impressed, but even he couldn’t deny her aura.

“Looks like the legend herself decided to show up,” said Jay, his cocky grin matching the bright yellow Chevrolet Corvette C8 Stingray parked behind him. “Think she’ll be as fast as they say, or is it all just talk?”

“She’s fast,” came Sunghoon’s quiet reply, his eyes fixed on her as he adjusted his gloves. Standing beside his glossy black Audi R8 V10 Plus, he radiated calm precision. “The question is, how far she’s willing to push it.”

Jake, leaning against his forest-green Mustang Shelby GT500, chuckled softly. “She doesn’t look like the type to play it safe.”

“Safe is boring,” said Ni-ki, perched on the hood of his matte black Dodge Challenger SRT Hellcat. His smirk was pure mischief, his golden hair catching the neon lights.

Sunoo, stepping out from his pearl-white Lamborghini Huracán EVO, tilted his head, his playful expression masking something sharper beneath. “She’s got everyone here under her spell already. Watch out, boys.”

“She’s not here to charm,” said Heeseung, his voice calm but heavy with meaning as he rested an arm on his metallic gray Porsche 911 Turbo S. His eyes lingered on Y/N a moment longer than the others. “She’s here to win.”

Y/N’s gaze swept over them, her smirk widening slightly as she caught their stares. She could feel their curiosity, their intrigue, but she didn’t have time for games. Not yet.

“Who’s ready to lose tonight?” she called, her voice cutting through the noise like a blade. The crowd erupted in cheers, a chorus of both admiration and intimidation.

Jungwon pushed off his car and stepped forward, his expression cool and unflinching. “Depends. You racing on two wheels tonight, or are you going to give real engines a try?”

The tension crackled between them, two forces colliding. Y/N raised a brow, her smirk never faltering. “Two wheels are all I need to leave you in the dust, pretty boy.“

Jay let out a low whistle. “She’s got bite.”

“She’s going to need more than that to outrun us,” Sunghoon muttered.

Y/N turned her back on them, striding toward the starting line with the swagger of someone who knew she already owned the night. Her hips swayed with confidence, drawing eyes and quiet murmurs from the crowd. She threw a glance over her shoulder, her voice dripping with challenge.

“Well? Who’s first?”

The night air pulsed with the energy of the crowd, everyone eager to witness the confrontation between legends. Y/N’s taunt lingered in the air, like gasoline waiting for a spark. The ENHYPEN boys exchanged glances, their unspoken understanding clear: none of them planned to back down.

Jungwon, ever the strategist, stepped forward first. “I’ll take you on,” he said, his voice calm and steady, betraying no hint of emotion.

Y/N tilted her head, eyeing him with amused curiosity. “The leader, huh? You sure you want to start this off with a loss?”

The corner of Jungwon’s lips twitched into the faintest smirk. “We’ll see who’s losing.”

The crowd buzzed with excitement as the announcement spread like wildfire: Jungwon, the calculating king of precision, was going head-to-head with Y/N, the fearless motorcycle queen. Bets were placed, cheers erupted, and engines roared to life.

Y/N turned back to her Ducati, her fingers brushing over the sleek black surface of the bike. It wasn’t just a machine—it was an extension of her, a symbol of her defiance against the world that doubted her. She slipped on her gloves, the leather molding perfectly to her hands, and swung her leg over the seat in one fluid motion.

Behind her, Jungwon slid into the driver’s seat of his midnight-blue Nissan GT-R R35. The low hum of the engine was a stark contrast to the throaty growl of her Ducati, but it exuded an air of quiet dominance, much like its driver.

The starting line loomed ahead, illuminated by the flickering glow of neon lights. Y/N revved her engine, the sound tearing through the air and earning a wave of cheers from the crowd. Jungwon’s car inched forward, the tires screeching slightly as he tested the power beneath him.

Jay leaned against his Corvette, watching with a cocky grin. “You think he can take her?”

“Depends,” Heeseung said, his tone measured. “She’s unpredictable. That could throw him off.”

“Or it could be his undoing,” Sunghoon added, his gaze locked on the scene unfolding before them.

Jake chuckled, shaking his head. “This is going to be fun.”

As the race coordinator approached the starting line, Y/N spared a glance at Jungwon through the visor of her helmet. His focus was unshakable, his hands steady on the steering wheel.

“You ready for this?” she called over the roar of the engines.

Jungwon’s smirk was barely visible through his rolled-down window. “I hope you like second place.”

Her laugh was low and teasing, a sound that sent a ripple through the crowd. “We’ll see, pretty boy.”

The coordinator raised a hand, signaling for the countdown to begin.

“On my mark!”

Y/N’s grip tightened on the handlebars, her heart racing—not with nerves, but with the thrill of the challenge. The world narrowed down to the strip of asphalt ahead and the roar of the engines beside her.

“Three…”

The crowd’s cheers faded into the background, replaced by the pounding of blood in her ears.

“Two…”

Jungwon’s GT-R revved, the sound a low growl that promised speed and power. Y/N’s Ducati responded in kind, its engine snarling like a beast ready to be unleashed.

“One… GO!”

The sound of screeching tires and roaring engines exploded into the night as the two racers shot forward.

The asphalt blurred beneath them as Y/N leaned into her bike, her body low and streamlined. The wind tore at her hair, and the world around her became a kaleidoscope of lights and shadows. Her focus was razor-sharp, every move calculated to shave off precious seconds.

Jungwon’s GT-R was right beside her, the roar of its engine a constant reminder of his presence. He handled the car with precision, taking turns so smoothly it was almost mechanical. But Y/N was no stranger to high-pressure races, and she had one advantage he didn’t: agility.

As the first sharp turn approached, Y/N leaned hard, her knee skimming the ground as she took the corner with breathtaking precision. Jungwon followed closely, his car hugging the curve as if it were glued to the road.

The crowd roared as the racers emerged from the turn neck-and-neck. Y/N could feel the adrenaline coursing through her veins, her heart pounding in time with the engine. She glanced at Jungwon through the corner of her eye, catching the flash of determination in his gaze.

“You’re good,” she muttered under her breath. “But not good enough.”

She twisted the throttle, the Ducati surging forward with a burst of speed that left the GT-R a car length behind. The finish line was in sight now, a beacon of victory glowing in the distance.

But Jungwon wasn’t giving up. His car roared to life, closing the gap between them with terrifying speed. Y/N could feel the pressure, the weight of his presence bearing down on her, but she refused to back down.

With a final burst of effort, she pushed the Ducati to its limits, the engine screaming in protest as she crossed the finish line mere milliseconds before Jungwon.

The crowd’s cheers still echoed through the night air as Y/N shut off the engine of her Ducati with a smooth twist of her wrist. The buzz of excitement lingered in the atmosphere, but all eyes were on her now. With a confident swagger, she slid off the bike, her high heels clicking sharply against the pavement, her leather-clad body turning heads with every movement.

Jungwon was the first to break the silence, eyes scanning her from head to toe with an unreadable look. But underneath, the desire was clear. “You think you can handle us?” he asked, his voice cool but edged with something else—a challenge, or maybe a warning.

Y/N’s lips curled into a sly smile. “I already did,” she replied, her eyes flashing with defiance, her body language one of complete confidence.

Jay stepped forward, his grin dripping with cockiness. “You’ve got guts, I’ll give you that,” he said, voice thick with intent. “But it’s one thing to race, babe. Another to make it through the aftermath.”

His eyes were locked on her body, lingering on her curves in the tight leather jacket and pants that left little to the imagination. Y/N met his gaze, smirking back. “You think you can handle me, pretty boy?”

Jake chuckled, his dark eyes wandering over her, unable to hide the lust in his gaze. He took a long, deliberate glance at her body, lingering a little too long on her chest, the way her leather clung to her hips. “I think I’d like to find out,” he muttered under his breath, though not so quietly that it was missed by the others.

Sunghoon watched her, his gaze predatory, not bothering to hide the hunger in his eyes. He took a step toward her, lips curling into a smirk. “You’re not as untouchable as you think, babe,” he said, his voice low, almost like a dare.

Ni-ki, who had been leaning against his SRT Hellcat, let out a small laugh, eyeing her like a prize he was just waiting to claim. “You’ve got the right look for it,” he said, voice dripping with want. “But we’ll see if you can keep that attitude when we’re done with you.”

Y/N's smile didn’t falter. Her eyes, sharp and fearless, surveyed the boys standing around her. They weren’t interested in her skills, not really. It wasn’t the race that had their attention. It was her. The way she moved, the way she owned every inch of space she stepped into.

“I’m not here to impress you,” she said, flicking a strand of hair from her face. “I’m here to win.”

Heeseung stepped forward now, his calm, controlled demeanor never faltering. But even he couldn’t resist the way his gaze flicked down her figure. His eyes met hers, a flicker of something carnal in them. “You might have won tonight, but there’s more to racing than just speed,” he said, his voice smooth, but there was an undercurrent of challenge. “And more to winning than just bragging rights.”

Y/N arched a brow. “I’m not here for your damn bragging rights. Just don’t expect me to slow down for any of you.”

Jungwon’s eyes narrowed, and his lips curled into a half-smile, but there was a dangerous edge to it. “We’ll see about that.”

The tension was thick, simmering under the surface, but it wasn’t about the race anymore. It was about them all wanting her. The way she moved, the way she spoke, the way she dominated their attention—it was all too much to resist.

Sunoo, who had remained mostly quiet, watched Y/N closely. He leaned against his white Lamborghini, looking her over with a smirk. “You think you can keep this up?” he asked, his voice almost teasing.

“Oh, I can keep up just fine,” she shot back, her confidence not faltering for a second.

The boys exchanged glances. They didn’t care about her backstory. They didn’t care if she was tough or smart. All they cared about was how much they wanted her. The way she made them ache with desire just by being in the same space.

As she swung one leg over her Ducati and started the engine, the sound revved through the air, almost like an invitation—provocative, loud, and full of defiance. Y/N looked over her shoulder one last time, her eyes glinting with challenge.

“Catch me if you can,” she called, her voice dripping with disdain, a taunt more than anything.

And with that, she shot off into the night, leaving the boys behind, watching her, their thoughts no longer about the race. They weren’t thinking about anything but how badly they wanted her.

As the sound of her engine faded into the distance, they stood in silence for a beat, all of them burning with the same desire. They wanted her. They didn’t care about anything else. Just the way she made them feel.

“She’s something else,” Jake muttered, his voice laced with frustration.

Sunghoon exhaled a sharp breath. “I think I need a cold shower.”

Jungwon looked after her, but the words that came out were more of a challenge than anything else. “She’s going to regret underestimating us.”

None of them cared about her winning or losing. Not anymore. All that mattered was that she’d left them wanting more.

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would simply expire to read your take on mechanophilia, free choice pairing but i feel like it fits mark?? <3

🙏 thank you r one thing about me is that if i am prompted to write carfucking i will. really run with it.

mark webber/his porsche 918 spyder. one interesting thing about these cars is they have a top pipe exhaust design, where the exhaust pipes are either side of the rear window instead of at the floor.

Maybe he’s a silly, sentimental old fool, but Mark loves his cars. More than some people, if he’s honest with himself, although he’s sensible enough not to admit that in public. It’s not that unusual, in his line of work. They’re all obsessives, to some extent. They all love their cars.

It’s just that for Mark, it’s physical.

He spends time with them all. Runs his hands over the sensual curve of a headlamp, down the arc of a door panel. Presses his stomach against the 997 Turbo S, smoothing his cheek against the spotless cool of the window architecture. He’s half-hard already, nudged up against the seam of his jeans. He breathes a cloud of mist across the pristine enamelled surface, wipes it with the cuff of his fleece.

The Spyder waits for him, resplendent in red with her Salzburg livery glowing faintly in the dim light. Mark’s cock twitches as eagerly as it had for any woman he’s ever bedded.

“Hello, beauty,” he murmurs, reaching out to touch her bonnet.

He’s doing the thing properly today. The weather’s been fine and dry, no rain or muddy splashes to mar her paintwork or dirty the windscreen. Took her out for a spin after lunch. She’s warm, still.

Mark groans, lets his hips roll forward. His jeans are digging in now. He burrows his hand beneath the hem of his fleece, pops the first button on his jeans, then the second. His cock flexes as the cool air hits him through his boxers.

This is almost the best bit. The thrill as he glances back to check the garage door is locked, cups himself through his boxers, showing the heft of his cock to his waiting car. It makes him feel like a dirty flasher, somehow, showing himself off like this as the Spyder waits to take whatever he gives her.

There’s a sticky wet patch over his cockhead already. He’d been horny just driving her, letting the rumble of the engine soak through his tensed thighs and tickle the soft skin behind his balls. Foreplay, his hand curved around the gearstick, rubbing the smooth shaft while he idled at a traffic light.

He tucks a thumb beneath the waistband of his boxers, tugging them over his cock. It bounces jauntily once it’s freed, sticking right out from his opened jeans.

“There you go, girl,” Mark says, soft. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

Mortifying, really, but Mark’s always talked to his cars. Why should it be any different now?

He cups himself in one hand, steps in close. Presses the spongy head against the unforgiving edge of the door trim, tracing the aerodynamic curves and undulations. There’s a chamois in his back pocket to clean things up after. He’s prepared.

His cock fits perfectly into the depression meant for his fingers to unlatch the door. He rubs himself against the smooth dip, jacking himself until a few droplets smear across the pristine surface. Anointment complete, he moves on to the air inlet notched above the wheel trim, pushing his cock into the small gap so hard it hurts, faintly. He’s never been afraid of the pain his cars can cause.

He’s breathing fast already, thighs shaking and hands fumbling. The perils of middle age. He’s not got quite the endurance he might once have enjoyed; less still when he’s with his favourites. He needs to be canny about it now, spend his limited pleasure only on the parts of his girl most worthy of worship.

He gets to his knees. His jeans are a bit tight for this, really, but he likes to stay fully dressed for this.

It’s a terrible angle, but if he shuffles sideways, he can rub the length of his cock, more or less, against the channel that runs along the bottom of the door. He’s come into this channel more times than he can count, watching his semen paint the deep red white.

But that’s not what he wants today.

He fumbles the condom out of his back pocket with uncooperative fingers. It’s heartbreaking, really, that he has to suit up for this bit. He’s wanked about it endlessly, imagining his seed working its way inside her, mingling with petrol and engine coolant. But he can’t risk messing up her insides, never mind the health of his own manhood.

He stands on wobbly legs, walks his way around to the back of her. She’s resplendent, open and waiting for him as he toes off his shoes.

The biggest act of sacrilege is when he climbs on top of her. Every time, he’s terrified he’s going to leave scratches, or worse. But she’s tough. She can take it. That’s why he loves her.

He’d wanted to fuck her from the minute he saw her. The twin exhaust pipes mounted on the rear assembly, three or four feet off the ground, stirred him the same way a dirty magazine would. There’s something obscene about her, holes open to the world. She wants it.

It takes a bit of awkward manoeuvring until he’s in position, but once he’s settled into place, it’s like he’s made to be on top of her. Knees nestled into her dips and curves, socked feet braced against the rear spoiler.

She’s hot inside when he slides into the waiting exhaust pipe. He breathes out, shuddery and grateful, resting his forehead against the curve of her roof. The condom is lubed, and he slips in right to the hilt without resistance, the machined edge pressing into his swollen balls.

“Oh, girl,” Mark breathes, and presses his mouth to cool metal. She tastes of wax and metal.

He moves his hips, careful, and she groans beneath him. Her suspension bounces as he fucks her.

He presses his cheek to the wet patch his mouth had left, traces her body with his hands. He fits perfectly inside her, like she was built to take him. Cold exterior, hot as any wet cunt inside, a secret space meant for him to worship.

It doesn’t last long, but she doesn’t mock him for it, doesn’t sigh and make a barbed remark. He gasps sweet nothings into her grilles, drives his hips into her as it builds and builds until he’s cresting, emptying himself inside her.

As he comes, he prays the condom snags on some poorly machined burr of steel and splits, spilling his tribute into her, but of course there isn’t, and it doesn’t. She’s too well-made for that.

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Title: Crest - A. Aretas ❤️‍🩹

Fandom: “Bad Boys” Film Universe

Character: Armando Aretas

Paring: Armando Aretas + Female Reader

Main Storyline: You meet Armando Aretas for the very first time.

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2024

While previous criminal Armando Aretas escaped law enforcement, hiding for survival kept moving along until life circled right back to Miami, Florida.

Miracles still pulled through when Armando even booked this flight without facing drama. One wrong move could lock grounding handcuffs.

When Aretas finally boarded this red-eye plane and drifted by shadows, someone took the window seat.

Securing luggage overhead, you sat down without realizing who joined this row as well.

Exhaustion should've helped during this late hour, but Armando quietly noticed your presence.

As your body shaped this hopefully comfortable outfit, you've styled your hair and held this “new” manicure, clearly planning something while traveling to the vibrant lanes of South Beach.

You look so pretty. Armando thinks. Butterflies almost swarmed within like the movies.

Ignoring various devices as others welcomed that flight, you take out this book and start reading from one of the bookmarked pages.

Even your focus caught his intrigue, but Armando moved on, trying to sleep until further notice.

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Several hours later, you gently nudged that random hoodie stranger when other passengers gave enough room for everyone else to leave.

“Sorry, but we need to go.” You whispered to avoid startling this guy.

“Oh, shit, my bad.” Slightly accented English rasped near your direction when Armando pulled away from slumber.

Stepping near the aisle for your exit, Aretas tried waking up even more to face the upcoming terminal hustle. Drifting again offered freedom.

“Thanks.” With luggage prepped, you stood in front of Armando and bid farewell near the crew, heading down this tunnel while greeting Miami.

“You're welcome.” Armando nodded without smiling to avoid those rattled butterflies.

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Finally standing in that large-scale airport terminal, you quickly noticed that your window seat partner looked confused.

He's wearing sunglasses and took off that hoodie, wearing this black tank top despite the heat that raged outdoors.

“Damn.” Armando gritted his teeth upon realization.

“What's wrong?” You questioned.

“My ride’s not here yet.” Aretas nearly frowned at this point. “I'm waiting for somebody.”

“Don't worry. Traffic’s crazy often.” You tried helping again “What car are you looking for?”

“911 Turbo.” Aretas stepped closer and pointed toward his bargained cell phone.

“The Porsche?” You smiled.

“Yeah.” Armando nearly chuckles as your face keeps lighting up.

“Have fun.” You turned in the opposite direction this time as one vehicle service car pulled up and brought your path elsewhere.

And just like that, you disappeared to leave Aretas by himself.

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“Sorry I'm late, man.” Lowrey drove the classic Porsche and rolled toward one curb as Armando joined this passenger seat. “Traffic was crazy.”

“It's okay” Aretas wouldn't argue, especially in public.

“How was your flight?” Lowrey asked.

“Good. I'm still tired, though.” Aretas offered his truth.

“We'll be at the house soon. Let's get out of here first.” Mike steered away, prepared for this new role.

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Mike's wife Christine, an experienced physical therapist, stood on this porch when the car arrived.

“Hello.” Welcoming both men into the house, Christine smiled once more.

“He's home, babe.” Mike gestured near Christine and Armando.

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“I'm glad.” Christine nearly giggled, but waves as Armando planned to rest.

After taking this much-needed shower, very few belongings rounded the pleasant space when Aretas organized essentials for himself.

“You kept the shirt.” Mike chuckled back in the kitchen.

“Oh…” Aretas glanced down. Lowrey realized that Armando wore that Bud Light t-shirt from their previous McGrath mission.

“What happened? I missed a lot.” Christine sat down at this table.

“We found some clothes while running from authorities.” Mike rolled both eyes while making his plate.

“These random people camped with shotguns and we almost died.” Armando pulled details for once. “Burnett wouldn't stop talking.”

“Oh, no!” Christine almost gasped this time around.

“Don't stress out.” Mike still knew better. “Let's talk about something else.”

“Good point.” Christine understood more often than not. “Did anything special happen on your flight, Armando?”

“Not really. I slept most of the time.” Aretas continued to speak.

“Fair enough.” Christine nodded as peace settled in the home.

*****

By the early afternoon, Armando started checking this guest bedroom window.

“What's going on?” Both Mike and Christine joined Aretas.

“Somebody's moving in.” Armando described one moment as this U-HAUL truck parked across the street.

“You think something’s wrong?” Mike glanced near Armando just in case.

“No. Just curious.” Aretas stepped back from the window and returned downstairs to think.

Regardless, Mike and Christine would still follow Aretas.

_______

With each passing second, curiosity nagged more and more. “I'll be right back.” Aretas stood from this patio chair after sitting outdoors with Mike.

“Ay, where you going?” Mike arched his brow, definitely puzzled.

Ignoring Mike once again, Aretas guided the walk right back around and located that new driveway. Even music echoed inside this house.

Still taking this chance, Armando finally rang this doorbell.

Before long, the music would stop playing moments later.

When the door opened, Aretas nearly froze this time.

“Hi.” You smiled at him.

“Hey.” Revealing his slightly accented English once more, Aretas knew that butterflies swarmed as this return.

“What's your name?” You offered this question and didn't fear possibilities.

“Armando.” Aretas couldn't hide the truth anymore because Mike waited somewhere right now.

“I knew it. Recognized you on the plane, but I didn't want to frighten everybody.” You cleared your throat and grounded reality.

For quite some time, headlines and rumors scattered news about this dangerous man.

“I've cleared my name and Mike Lowrey set me up with the police department. You don't have to be scared anymore.” Armando explained his new opportunity.

“How can I trust you?” You crossed both arms while standing on the porch.

“I won't hurt you, okay? We live right across the street.” Aretas pointed backward. “I'm staying with Lowrey and his wife now.”

“Hold on. Is Detective Lowrey really your father? I keep hearing things.” For a moment, you glanced around just in case.

“Yeah.” Armando revealed.

After facing questions or encountering different secrets over time, Detective Mike Lowrey would take responsibility as Armando's biological father.

“Fine.” You dropped the subject.

“I saw that U-HAUL truck earlier.” Aretas refused more personal questions. “Do you still need help?”

“No thank you.” You welcomed the gesture, but declined. “I just took a break while unpacking and ordered some food.”

“Cool, but why travel by plane if you moved here?” Armando squinted.

“I flew with my luggage to avoid some long road trip.” You nearly rolled both eyes. Driving would've prolonged so much this time around.

Just before Armando could ask you more questions, another voice called out.

“Yo, what are you doing?” Detective Mike Lowrey corrected Aretas.

“We're talking.” Armando leveled words as he noticed his estranged father.

“I'm so sorry. Excuse us.” Lowrey took charge despite apologizing to you.

“Of course.” You nodded.

Given no other option, you watch Armando and Mike leave your house.

_____

“Listen to me.” Back home, Mike whispered in this hall. “Law enforcement cleared your name, but I'll be damned if we start trouble again because you bother people.”

“She was on my flight last night.” Mentioning you at last, Armando defended himself.

“Let me get this straight: one girl you saw on the plane is our new neighbor?” Mike still questioned your place across the street.

“Yes.” Aretas stopped debating your spot and knew that Christine might hear this argument.

Seconds later, Mike's phone started ringing out of nowhere.

“Shit!” Lowrey cringed toward the caller ID for once.

“What's up?” All jokes aside, Armando seemed puzzled and concerned.

“I forgot that Marcus would visit for dinner tonight.” Mike revealed the truth.

Fuck! Aretas immediately casted both eyes toward the ceiling and prepared himself.

_____

“Marcus, don't start crying, all right?” Mike welcomed his best friend Marcus Burnett into the house.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Marcus scrunched his face behind glasses. “I'm just having dinner with you and Christine. What's going on?”

“Turn the corner.” Mike walked toward that living room with Marcus.

“Who's sitting on your couch, man?” Frustrated, Marcus couldn't understand the point yet.

Shutting down this game console, Armando stood from the couch.

“Ah, shit! Why didn't you tell me, Mike?” Burnett finally realized everything. “Nephew’s back!”

“Don't hug Armando, Marcus.” Mike gently warned his brother again.

“All right. Let's eat. ” Settled, Marcus calmed down his recovered heart and joined dinner.

******

The next day, you wake up hearing that doorbell first. Sunlight just illuminated this morning.

Finally pulling yourself together, you headed downstairs and checked the new RING Camera.

Two figures waited on the porch.

“Hi.” You welcomed Armando Aretas and Christine Lowrey into your home.

“Sorry for being so early.” Christine arrived with meals. “We had leftovers for dinner and I even plated breakfast for you.”

“Thank you so much.” You accepted generosity and led Christine towards the kitchen.

Armando trailed in silence as you and Christine organized items.

“Mike's at the police station, but we wanted to apologize for what happened last night.” Christine knew the drama on your porch.

“I appreciate it.” You smiled and felt thankful once more.

“Of course. I'll give you two privacy.” Christine gestured near you and Armando, stepping back outside.

_______

“Sorry. Marcus showed up last night.” Armando nearly scoffed.

“Lowrey's partner?” You questioned placements just to be sure.

“He's dramatic.” Aretas offered the truth regardless.

“That's funny.” You laughed. “Did you take the day off or something?”

“Yeah.” Armando nodded. “It'd be dumb to ignore what happened last night.”

“Is everything okay?” You somehow checked on this stranger.

“We're good. Don't worry.” Armando only grinned for a second and planned to leave.

“All right. Thanks for the food.” Your voice expressed gratitude for so many reasons.

“You're welcome.” Regrettably, Armando walked away, but still respects limitations.

****

Ever since Christine stopped by your house with meals, Armando visited you on a regular basis.

“Finally left the house?” You noticed Aretas leaving this coffee shop.

“Very funny. What are you doing?” Wearing sunglasses on top of his short hair, Aretas flirted this time.

“Nothing.” You've held another book to read this morning.

“See you later.” Glancing over his shoulder, Armando winked toward you and left.

No longer playing around, you'll exchange phone numbers tonight.

[hirocimacruiser]

ALL JAPAN GRAND TOURING CAR

CHAMPIONSHIP

●All Japan GT Championship Series

Eric Comas took the GT-R championship from 1998 to 1999, but as the competition became more intense year by year, the GT-R was unable to win the championship three times in a row. However, Komas/Masami Kageyama (winner at the opening round at Motegi) and Kazuyoshi Hoshino/Tetsu Motoyama (winner at MINE at round 6), who drove the latest BNR34, managed to finish in 2nd and 3rd place in the series by a close margin, showing an outstanding performance. It showed stability. Additionally, the duo of Ukyo Katayama and Michael Krumm, who have recently joined the Nissan team, won a special race in Malaysia, and the oldest active driver, Masahiro Hasemi, retired from the front line after the 2000 season, so there is no shortage of topics to talk about. There wasn't. The GT-R has a 2.6-liter straight-six turbo in the front, whereas the Supra has a 2-liter straight-four turbo in the front, and the Honda NSX has a 3.2-liter V6NA in the midship, and the individuality of the three cars makes the race even more interesting. Also, in the GT300 class, there was one car among many Porsches.

The Silvia S15 fought hard, and Nobuyuki Oyagi/Takayuki Aoki finished 4th in the series.

[vividracing]

New Post has been published on https://www.vividracing.com/blog/suspension-upgrades-you-need-for-a-porsche-911-turbo/

Suspension Upgrades YOU Need for a Porsche 911 Turbo

In some past articles and videos we have discussed the best upgrades to get more power out of the Porsche 997 Turbo. Our long history of modifying the Porsche 911 Turbo cars has brought us to our most recent video where we talk about the best suspension upgrades to really get the car to handle. The 997 Turbo like most 911 isn’t made for aggressive enthusiast. Its quiet sounding exhaust, tall ride height where you could stick a fist in the wheel wells, and less than stellar handling is designed for the guy who just wants to own a Porsche Turbo. Lets be honest, everything that is done from Porsche is perfect for that guy. But you and I are not him and we want to have GT3 Cup handling and drive the piss out of our cars to the edge.

Vivid Racing and myself have big proponents of KW Suspensions as our coilover of choice for our Project Cars and customers. Having used them on everything from my personal Porsche 997 Turbo, 997.2 Turbo S, 991 Turbo, and plenty of other cars, their is no substitute. KW Coilovers are highly engineered in Germany to perform the best in the purpose of that vehicle. Proven in events like the 24 hours of Nurburgring, KW does testing on a 7 post shock dyno in its facility to the level of an F1 team. This is not some overpriced Chinese shock with 36 way adjustable dampening and a cute brand name. KW is the real thing. Their coilovers range from the V1 to their latest V5. In my opinion, the V3 is the best dual purpose coilover. With a monotube shock setup, independent rebound and compression, front progressive spring and a rear linear spring with helper spring, the KW V3 gives the best for a daily driver that wants to hit the mountain roads or setup impressive times on the track.

Shop KW Coilovers Here

Coilovers cannot be the only thing to change how your car handles. So we recommend doing a set of sway bars. Sway bars help balance the cars over and under steer. Even though the car has factory sway bars, doing adjustable, larger diameter sway bars help you really stiffen up the handling and get a neutrally balanced car. With the adjustment holes on the bar, you are able to alter how much over steer or under steer the car has. Most sway bars work with the factory sway bar links. Though for those wanting to really dial in the adjustments, getting aftermarket sway bar links is helpful.

Shop Porsche Sway Bars Here

The last essential suspension upgrade to the Porsche 997 Turbo we feel is the rear upper control arms. Companies such as RSS, SPL, and others manufacture these for the 997 Carrera and Turbo cars. These rear arms also know as Dog Bones, help dial in the camber and toe for a proper alignment. These control arms are usually a billet aluminum center with adjustable spherical rod ends on either side. This replaces the static rubber bushing dog bone. The new rear arms give a more rigid response which means better reaction to how the car handles with minor inputs to the steering wheel.

Shop Porsche Control Arms Here

There are more suspension upgrades that can be done to a Porsche 911 Turbo. These 3 items are great starters and will dramatically change how the car handles on the street and track. Giving you a more responsive and enjoyable, handling vehicle is the goal. Each one of these parts is top tier and purpose designed to meet the quality and expectations of Porsche owners. Remember that all of these parts are not any good with a proper vehicle alignment, good tires, and of course your skills as the driver!

[dennyherdipriyatna]

TF 141 and Los Vaqueros Members (From COD MW Reboot) and Rouge Black Ops Members (From Black Ops Origins) x Initial D JDM & Non-JDM Car list (My Version) :

Team : Akina Speed Force 141

John Price - 2002 Nissan Skyline GT-R M-Spec Nür (BNR34)

Kate Laswell - 1998 Subaru Impreza 22B STi Premium Coupe (GC8)

Alex Keller - 1983 Toyota Sprinter Trueno GT-Apex 1600 3-Door (AE86) ('95 Corolla Levin GT-Apex 1.8L 4A-GE 20v Silvertop Engine Swap and '13 ZN6 GT86 TRD 6-Speed Manual Swap)

Koenig - 1997 Honda NSX Type S "Zero" (NA1) ('02 NA2 NSX-R 6-Speed Manual Swap)

Simon "Ghost" Riley - 2002 Mazda RX-7 Spirit R Type A (FD3S)

Johnny "Soap MacTavish - 2013 Subaru BRZ Premium (ZC6) ('02 JZA80 Supra RZ Twin Turbo 3.0L 2JZ-GTE VVT-i Engine Swap)

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick - 1999 Nissan Silvia Spec R Aero (S15) (2.8L HKS High Response RB26DETT Engine Swap)

Farah Karim - 1995 Honda Civic SIR-II (EG6) ('18 FK8 Mugen Civic Type R K20C1 Engine Swap and '18 FK8 Mugen Civic Type R 6-Speed Manual Swap)

Nikolai - 2000 Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VI GSR Tommi Makinen Edition (CP9A) ('05 CT9A Lancer Evolution VIII MR FQ-400 6-Speed Manual Swap)

Mara - 1998 Toyota Supra RZ-S Twin Turbo (JZA80)

Sergei Race Nov - 1991 Mazda Savanna RX-7 Infini III (FC3S)

Team : Los Vaqueros Southern Alliance

Alejandro Vargas - 1995 Toyota Supra RZ Twin-Turbo (JZA80)

Rodolfo "Rudy Vargas - 1993 Nissan Skyline GT-R V-Spec N1 (BNR32)

Team : Team RBO (Rouge Black Ops) 268

Frank Woods - 1994 Nissan Skyline GT-R V-Spec II N1 (BNR32) ('01 BNR34 GT-R V-SPEC II N1 6-Speed Manual Swap)

Russell Adler - 1997 Toyota Supra RZ Twin-Turbo (JZA80)

Alex Mason - 1996 BMW M3 Coupe 3.2 (E36) ('04 E46 M3 6-Speed Manual Swap)

Grigori Weaver - 1990 Ford Mustang GT V8 5.0 (Foxbody)

Jason Hudson - 1973 Porsche 911 Carrera RSR 2.8 (930)

William "Case" Calderon - 1998 Mazda RX-7 Type RS (FD3S) ('04 SE3P RX-8 Mazdaspeed 6-Speed Manual Swap)

Bell (Male) - 2003 BMW M3 CSL (E46) ('04 E46 M3 6-Speed Manual Swap)

Bell (Female) - 1991 Nissan 180SX Type II (RPS13) (Getrag 420G 6-Speed Manual Swap)

Troy Marshall - 1999 Nissan Skyline GT-R V-Spec (BNR34)

Lawrence Sims - 1992 Honda NSX-R (NA1) ('02 NA2 NSX-R 6-Speed Manual Swap)

Helen Park - 2000 Mazda RX-7 Type RZ (FD3S) ('04 SE3P RX-8 Mazdaspeed 6-Speed Manual Swap)

Elazar Azolay - 2007 Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IX MR FQ-360 (CT9A)

Sevati Dumas - 1998 Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution V RS (CP9A) ('04 CT9A Evo VIII MR FQ-360 6-Speed Manual Swap)

Felix Neumann - 1993 Nissan Silvia K's Aero (S13)

[car-litos-way]

Porsche Turbo GT Street R