22/09/2025
I won’t be attending G*t this year. I tried to take the car on a cruise and ended up bending the passenger-side control arm, which caused a lean, ate the tire, blew it, cracked my pan, and twisted my subframe. On top of that, my truck just got pulled in for a full engine recall and is being swapped right now.
Because of that, I refunded everyone their money back—doubled. I raised $1,500, I sent back $3,000. It was never about the money. What I learned through this whole thing that originally started as a joke, is who actually supports me and who just wants to talk sh*t—about me, my age, my bank account, and as always, about Quinn. I got 1500 in under 48hours from my followers and had people talking reckless making videos and false accusations about me like I wouldn’t pay it forward if I had something happen…
The only thing I care about is Quinn. People say I’m broke, but Quinn goes to school dripped out in fashion and shoes worth more than some of y’all’s car payments. Call me what you want—I don’t care about G*t or even my car compared to making sure she’s good, happy, healthy, loved!
Most people build their cars for that one weekend, for recognition, for other people’s opinions. To me, that’s lost its touch. I see too much criticism and people openly searching for flaws instead of enjoying the builds. I built my car for myself—for my ideas, my vision—and I don’t care how anyone else sees it.
People say I’m broke for driving a stance car, but my top and wheels alone are worth more than a lot of full builds out there. Ironic, right?
With all that said—thank you to everyone who donated, even a dollar. Take your doubled refund as my appreciation. Y’all wanted me to show up, and that means more than you know. I’ve never really felt welcome, but I love everyone who supports me—and even those who hate me too.
*t *tlinburg