I was bored yesterday wrote a few threads here clicked on a bunch of fake add "Catch the kitty and win!" and checked how good is the firewall on this computer I've bought not much 200 bucks refurbished I can acutally see the videos on this site. Afterwards I went to the backyard and saw the mercedes filled with dirt and with crap on the inside. I remembered all the *** I did on that car, and it hit me....."One last run balls-out." I got the batter off the floor recharged it put in 60 weight synthetic oil with the little bit of money I got till next paycheck and tried to make it run by putting very lean Gourmette (is that how its spelled) cooking oil and diesel, got a foam fix a flat and refilled the flat on the rear passenger side. After all of that I looked around the garage and tried to see if there was anything else. It was late in the afternoon now and the only thing visible was orange when a dry hot breeze fumbled carburetor/ starter fluid can out under the car. I looked and decided to place it in inside the turbo. I took off the pipes and saw inside.... Tragedy almost all the fins selfdestructed there was no dirt inside but some on the tube so I had troube calculating the risk.
      I decided not to think I held one of the intact fins with my left index finger and got the compressor hose with the other and cleaned out the metal fragments in the housing. It did not look like debris for there was not abrassion on the falling fodder but more like streess bends. That thing must've overspooled like a muthafucker I thought. I got the starter fluid and sprayed inside with a maniacal grin and put the piping back together. My hands were now complete black on the palm side and my arms where sport moarked with smudges and scratches from inside the tight engine bay. I took out the air filter and sprayed air into it and not much dirt got out.  It was about 6:30 now and it was now a much darker orange and you could see the color of the desert sand. I decided to hurry and duck down as I tryied to start the car. I thought 'well if I don't get it to run I can say I wasted good time." I heard a seizing nois and the turbo lugging like if it was a steam engine; it did that for about 10 seconds when...Oh shitt the thing turned on!  I put it in reverse and looked back and floored it with now a maniacal laugh through my closed teeth. Good for me *** up dirt roads are around 10 feet from my house! I got out of the backyard sunk down through the ramp which leads to an open 3 acre lot; spun the wheel until I could see nothingness and put it back into a forward motion.  
      My teeth opened and my chuckle became a scream... I floored it and the chugging motion of the turbo became a hisss. The  back tires spun and I was off. In that moment my senses awoke I could hear everything feel everyithing....Zen in its purest sense unadultered perhaps. I saw a turn dug deep when I turned and saw the whole left side of the car sink I smashed on the gas (diesel) and saw the car roar. The turbo made a sputtering sound I heard the engine rpm scream in what I can say is a wanting for more.... I saw waves of fine sand spew up like waves of energy ripping appart like flower pedals the sound went away the different rumbling feelings disappeared until I saw the ground again. The car was landing left. I turned the wheel and took my foot of the gas (diesel). The car jolted and duck waddeled for a few moments but I turned the wheel everywhere the car turned and mashed on the gas pedal. We were off the first turn. A laught that looked more like an exorcism was more than apparent inside the cabin. Another left and L sahped one. I turned on the wheel and pressed the brakes. I waited for the oversteer and then turned the wheel the other way and mashed on the gas then turned on the wheel again and pressed the gas. I did not hear anything or... I think I didn't need to. Rocks and dirt clogs flew almost in paralles on the windshield (actually it was inside the cabin I'd forgotten the window next to me was perpetually open) it looked like I was watching the HD tvs at SEARS.  
      My mind was calculating every subtle turn as it aproached and somewhat did tiny scenarios upon which my hands would turn alittle until the turn came up and they would turn alot. Then after about a half hour in my mind or 9 minutes in real time the turbo made a sound again or my brain decided it was a sound worth listening to. The Tach dropped down to nothing the steering was not as responsive and a loud continuous beep was heard. I was breathing hard or out of breath I couldn't tell at the time. The orange sunset was almost gone and the sky started turning violet. I stopped near a cannal a big-ass pecan tree probably a hundred feet tall was on the other side of the cannal partly shading the hood of the car. I got out and looked at the tree for a few moments and thought someone should cut it down.... it was annoying to look at. I rested against the back windshield on the trunk of my car until my brother passed by on his blue ranger and saw me. He cut right through the field going somewhat fast with the same grinn all but avoiding the dirt roads that intersected his path. the truck stopped, but made little of scattering trailing dirt. My brother got out and said "What you doin'?" I grinned tiredly and shrugged my shoulders saying "Someone should cut that tree down...."