My hobby is peeking through windows. I admit it. Ever since I was 14 years old, I ran the city streets looking in windows. Now, before you jump to conclusions and accuse me of being a peeping Tom, just hear me out. The windows Im referring to were a part of a machine that had four tires and a steering wheel.
I was always aware of the danger of being caught, and the possibility of running into an angry, hairy guy wearing a red fishnet shirt and sporting a wicked mullet (that would be the mini-truck mullet). Getting beat over the head with a six-pack of Natural Light was not my idea of funbut screw itI was in search of ICE. Just a glimpse of a cool stereo or subwoofer setup would lead to hours of daydreaming fun. I would sit back and wish I was the one with the killer mullet, a loud stereo, and my girlfriends name painted on the back window.
In the front driver-side window of Raks ride, I wouldve seen this Pioneer head unit. Panning the front of the interior with my x-ray vision, I would have seen the Boston Acoustic separates in custom-built kick panels. Already knowing that this setup was top-notch, I would have guessed that he had a Street Wires cable running the audio signals through the guts of the interior. Moving around to the back window, I would have looked in toward the trunk. I would also see Sound Stream amps pump power into the speakers in the cabin and the two trunk-mounted Boston Acoustic Pro series subsassuring Rak an eardrum hula dance wherever he decides to go.