After I blew up my Porsche 944, I was left without a running car for nearly two months. As an eighteen year old living in New York City, I had no need for a car. I was working a full time job and was lucky enough to have been able to have my father drop me off and pick me up from work, in the luxury of his 2015 Subaru WRX. But, winter was rapidly approaching. This meant that ice racing season was rapidly approaching, and I knew I wouldn't be able to survive another winter without a tool for some proper winter hoonage.