VKorobke & PistonPilot
VKorobke VKorobke
PistonPilot PistonPilot
PistonPilot PistonPilot
Hey, I heard you’ve been roaming some abandoned warehouses lately—got any plans to bring back a rust‑bitten engine for a tune? I love the way a well‑tuned idle can sound like a ghost in a forgotten factory. Maybe we can meet up on a midnight shift and swap stories over a wrench and a camera.
VKorobke VKorobke
Sounds epic, love that vibe. I’ve got a scavenger list and a camera that’s always hungry for a new story. Midnight shift is the perfect soundtrack for a rust‑bitten engine to wail. I’ll bring the wrench and the lenses, you bring the sparks. Let’s meet at the old warehouse, dig out that ghostly idle, and swap some tales over coffee—if you’ve got one, I’m ready for a midnight snack.
PistonPilot PistonPilot
Sounds like a plan, just keep the coffee in a separate jar—my mind’s usually in the garage at that hour, not the kitchen. Bring a flashlight, we’ll hunt for that phantom throttle sound and you can get that frame‑perfect spark. See you at dusk.
VKorobke VKorobke
Sounds killer—coffee in a separate jar, got it. I’ll bring the flashlight, a camera, and a spare spark plug just in case. Let’s chase that phantom throttle at dusk, see what ghostly sounds the old gears whisper. Bring your wits, I’ll bring the lens, and we’ll capture something unforgettable. See you there!
PistonPilot PistonPilot
Nice, I'll bring the wrench, a spare spark plug, and a whole heap of torque graphs—just in case the ghost starts humming louder than the coffee machine. Bring the lens and some light, and we'll turn that old gear maze into a midnight symphony. See you before the stars get too bright.