Violeta, my heavily-tuned 1993 Suzuki Swift GTi. 1300cc all aluminum engine, Low compression and larger diameter OEM pistons with custom machining, solid lifters, ported head, 49/49 turbocharger, Tial wastegate and BOV, 830cc/min injectors, ARP studs, rod bolts and main bolts, custom 2.5" exhaust with a 3" downpipe, FT450 ECU, 320 L/hour pump, custom full sequential ignition conversion, Auto Meter gauges, GReddy turbo timer, custom bronze clutch disc, heavy duty pressure plate, hydraulic clutch cylinder conversion with a Magnus launch device, cheapo coilover sleeves, custom slotted brake rotors, custom half rollcage, and a nice OMP steering wheel. Dyno'd over 360 FWHP on race gas at 2.600 meters above sea level and our PB is 12,3 on the quarter mile. And she's purple. PURPLE!
I love her, but I've given up on her. She's been parked and dead for almost three months now, but she was once my pride and joy. She brought me as close as possible to my childhood dream of being a racecar driver, even at a very amateur level. And for a while it all worked, and people got to recognize me at the track and I can honestly say I'm perhaps the only person in the world with a degree in Philosophy who at a time was very well respected by their local street racing scene.
That part of me is gone. I've given up. After my girlfriend, my michi, left me I came home and kissed Violeta on the roof and said to her: "When she was here, you weren't helping. Now that she isn't here, I need you to help me out". Well, fuck me. These past two racing seasons she's given me troubles I'd never seen. I mean, a cracked throttle manifold? Seriously? And then, during the final event of the year, gearbox trouble. I just gave up. I can't continue this endless cycle of fixing and breaking down, both with her and with life in general, it just stopped making sense.
There's an Italian saying: donne e motori, gioie e dolori. Women and engines, joys and pains. I lived the joys, now they both brought me pain. They're both essential to my happiness. And now that they seem to be constantly unattainable, I feel each day closer to giving up on life.