
I somehow seem to park in this exact spot hundreds of kilometers away from our home every year around new years. It is near some ancient Khmer ruins, and I really just like this tree.
Raising a family in Thailand // Documenting Issan food, culture, music, and people
He’s right, though… Street racing is a young man’s game.
I take quite a few photos of random riders; I can’t believe this is the first “generations” photo I’ve posted for seven years! The last one was in Vientiane.
Why didn’t you tell me there’s a fifth season of Initial D being released?
My daily driver is an FR JDM kyusha with a 5-speed RB-20 – you would be so proud!
nuff said.
After five months of being held hostage by a rogue body shop, a brief return home, and then a serious accident caused by a negligent repair shop, the Kuj has returned.
These are the kinds of photos I really wanted to take before the accident, but I never had the chance. The body shop to which the work was outsourced did a good job – they pounded out parts I thought would be impossible to save, and finished the job slowly while looking for parts.
Only one rare part was totally lost – the lower right front turn signal lens and frame. The shop returned the car to me apologizing for not being able to source the parts in four whole months. At that point, I just wanted the damn car back so I agreed to accept it with this one glaring omission. Then I got my Google on and found the part in one day, shipped from a fellow Crown fan in Bangkok.
Ironically, a good smack in the front end seems to have cured several chronic engine issues. For now, I am just very happy to have the Crown back.
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Location: Maha Sarakham bypass, just around the corner from my neighborhood.
Yes, I got stuck.
I arrived a bit late to the first wedding of two only to get trapped in the parking lot due to idiots who had parked every which way Undeterred, I squeezed through a couple of pickups to a promising dirt field that appeared to be damp, but solid. A couple feet into it, the car bogged down a bit, but not wanting to get stuck, I pushed forward… and got stuck further into the field.
Anyway, lemons into lemonade I say. This is what my car would look like slammed, with brown tires:
Eventually, a truck came and pulled our trusty Cefiro out of the muck, and I took it to get washed before Nam came home.
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By the way, this is the semi-finished parking lot at the new wedding hall of Marin restaurant in Maha Sarakham.
Yes, please use the whole goddamn highway (@ Rayong outskirts).