Here's some nostalgia. Rewind back to 1999/2000. I was transitioning from a finance career to accounting because I hated the schmucks and phonies I was working/socializing with. This was my ride at the time - a 1999 Honda Prelude SH
I scrapped the factory sound system and put in a 450W aftermarket system with equalizer and box speaker. If my memory serves me correctly it cost me around $2.5K at the time. Heading uptown on Yonge Street for a meeting one day and stuck in traffic, I threw on The Art of Storytelling LP by Slick Rick. It was a comeback album for him and to this day I bump it more than his groundbreaking 1988 LP 'The Great Adventures of Slick Rick'. So I'm playing the album and I skip to this track
"Impress the Kid"
The bass was pumping, the sun was shining, I was getting looks from honeys galore. 26 years old and in my prime. Damn I loved that car. Sold it the next year to an Asian dude in Scarborough for way more than I should have gotten for it. They just wanted it to do the mods.
I scrapped the factory sound system and put in a 450W aftermarket system with equalizer and box speaker. If my memory serves me correctly it cost me around $2.5K at the time. Heading uptown on Yonge Street for a meeting one day and stuck in traffic, I threw on The Art of Storytelling LP by Slick Rick. It was a comeback album for him and to this day I bump it more than his groundbreaking 1988 LP 'The Great Adventures of Slick Rick'. So I'm playing the album and I skip to this track
"Impress the Kid"
The bass was pumping, the sun was shining, I was getting looks from honeys galore. 26 years old and in my prime. Damn I loved that car. Sold it the next year to an Asian dude in Scarborough for way more than I should have gotten for it. They just wanted it to do the mods.





