Velocity Outlaws Media Arhive

Linkan · 2025-02-22T23:20:26Z

The Restoration of an Old Pickup
Date: 22/02/2025
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The shop was quiet, save for the hum of the overhead lights and the rhythmic tapping of my tools. The pickup sat there, its grey-beige paint dull and faded from years of neglect. It had seen its share of rough days—scratches, dents, and rust that marked its history. But I wasn't here to dwell on the past. Today, I was here to make it whole again, piece by piece.

I started with the doors. The driver's side was a straightforward job. The old door came off with a little muscle, and the new one slid into place without a hitch. The hinges needed some attention, but nothing I couldn’t handle. A few twists of the wrench, some careful adjustments, and the door was solid. I stood back and admired it—tight, sleek, and secure. That was one down.

The passenger side door was a different story. It was in worse shape—twisted hinges, the frame a little more warped than I’d hoped. But after a few hours of careful adjustments, the new door was finally in place. The bolts went in just right, and the door closed with a satisfying click. It was a battle, but I had won it. The truck was looking better already.

I moved to the front bumper next. The old one was completely shot—bent, twisted, and barely hanging on. I set it aside and brought in the new one. It was heavy, solid, and built to last. I secured it with the bolts, making sure it was tightened down properly. With a final turn of the wrench, the bumper was on. It gave the truck an instant upgrade. The front end now had a bold, ready-for-anything look.

Next was the hood. The original had seen better days. Rust had eaten through the metal, leaving behind a patchwork of dents and decay. No problem. I slid the new hood into place, lining up the hinges and locking it in. With a quick twist of the latch, it clicked into place, and the truck’s front end looked whole again. The truck was starting to show some real potential now.

I moved on to the trunk. The fit was easier this time. I tightened the bolts, lined everything up just right, and the trunk was on. It was solid—no squeaks, no wobbling. It was secure, ready to hold whatever the truck would carry.

The rear bumper went on smoothly too. The old one was practically falling apart, but the new one? Sturdy and strong. I secured it in place, tightened everything down, and took a step back to admire the work. The truck was starting to take shape, each piece fitting together like it was always meant to be there.

I wiped my hands on the rag, stepping back and taking in the truck’s new look. It wasn’t the same vehicle that had rolled in a few days ago. The faded grey-beige paint still told a story, but now, it was a story of revival. Each part I had replaced, each adjustment I made, had breathed new life into this old pickup. It wasn’t just ready to drive again—it was ready to live again.

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Edited 8 hours ago by Linkan

Ace · 2025-02-22T23:25:11Z

The Parts
Date: 22/02/2025
Story:

Today i was working on a nissan skyline but i was missing some parts so i gave my good friend hernando a call to see what he had in stock. luckily he had what i was searching for so i grabbed my van and went to downtown los santos to meet with him and get the parts. we met up loaded the van and i paid him the money and i went back to the shop.

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fl0wz · 2025-02-23T00:57:36Z

The Bullet Heist
Date: 23/02/2025
Story:

Las Venturas, 12:45 AM – The neon lights flicker outside as I fine-tune my custom Sultan in the underground garage. The city buzzes with energy, but tonight, my focus is sharp. Just then, my phone buzzes with a call.

“Got a target. A rival racer just picked up a custom Bullet, fully tuned, matte black. It’s parked outside the Cuban Garage. Steal it clean, lose any tails, and stash it. You in?”

"I’m on it," I reply, adrenaline flooding my veins as I prepare for the heist.

As I roll up to the Cuban Garage in my grey van, I park a block away and watch the street racers flaunting their rides. I spot the Bullet, its owner—Vance Carter, a cocky racer known for his flashy vehicles.

This is my chance. I slide out of my car, pulling my hoodie up to obscure my face, a heavy AK-47 tucked inside my van. As Vance approaches the Bullet, I step in.

2 quick shots was all it took before Vance fell to the ground.

I snatch the keys from his pocket and left him on the ground, jumping into the Bullet. The engine roars to life, its twin turbos hissing as I slam the pedal and take off down the Strip.

I hit the garage door just in time, slamming it shut as sirens fade into the distance.

Leaning against the wall, I take a deep breath and pull out my phone. One new message pops up:

“Clean job. Payment sent.”

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