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My dad had a 280ZX with T-Tops back when my parents were dating. He apparently spent way too much money on it, and ended up totaling it. He was pulling out of a parking lot, and some chick sideswiped him. I don’t like to think that it was karma, but then again what sorts of things my dad has done in his past, I cannot say.
Dear friends we’ve decided to put together a special show on May 11th in London at the Scala.
Tickets will go on-sale January 14th at 9AM.
If you’re not familiar with the Scala, it’s a converted cinema with a rich history.
The venue has an amazing sound system, great sight lines and a friendly staff.
We’re working hard to make this a special night and want to start off by offering you an opportunity to purchase tickets before they go on sale.
Starting TODAY at 12PM GMT we’ve made available a limited quantity of tickets that you can only buy directly from me as a part of a bundled package.
We’ll be bundling the ticket with a limited edition (unisex) T-Shirt that I’ve illustrated and designed.
The design is to commemorate the London Scala show on May 11th, 2011.
Each T-Shirt is printed on 100% cotton cut and sew shirts.
The cut is a relaxed silhouette with a looser fit and scoop neck.
The feel of the fabric is exceptional.
This will be the only time you can purchase this T-Shirt, it will not be available for sale night of the show.
The cost of the Ticket and T-Shirt bundle is £20
(with NO additional ticketing or venue fees)
T-Shirts will be available for pickup at the merch table the night of the event and tickets at Will Call.
This picture is from my high school years, circa 2006. You can see the silhouettes of the fros that both my friend and I were sporting with pride. This was my first car and was handed down to me by my dad, after it had sat in the garage for about 8 years. Not only was the exterior immediately striking as stylish and captivating, but the meters spaced out across the dashboard in front of the driver gave one the experience of being in a spaceship as any slight tap of the pedal would jolt the vehicle forward with surprising force. Small and light, with just a 6-cylinder engine, it beat my friend’s IROC-Z28 Camaro off the line and provided just enough space for me to make out with pretty girls before I could get rush them home by 10 PM. Saying goodbye to this beauty, because I couldn’t expect it to get me to all the way to California for college without any problems, was like saying like giving a high school sweetheart one last kiss, except I couldn’t write to it afterwards.