Trip Down South

So its a week later, and I've decided I can't wait anymore for the midpipe. Been aching to get the catback on, and staring at the muffler sitting by my bedside (yes, I give it good night kisses before I go to bed), makes things worse.

So we packed our bags (myself, Ghetto Chek, and Yi Mun aka Wifey), and started out bright and early on a Saturday morning.

We had some dim sum first after picking G.C. up from Cheras, and set out with our tummies filled.

The trip was in my mother's Naza Ria. Nice, big and spacious, but a pain-in-the-ass to maneuver.

4 hours later, we arrived in Johor Bharu. Deciding not to waste time on food since we weren't familiar with the area, we proceeded straight towards customs to get into Singapore.

Who needs tow trucks? Dump trucks work just as well...

It was almost 3pm by the time we cleared customs. I called the douche-bag seller and he said to meet him at Ikea.

The bitch ass thing about Singapore is the highways are horrible!
You can be driving straight (and i mean straight, no left, no right turns, STRAIGHT) for 10 minutes on their idiotically named highways (CPE, NPE, GRO, etc... ETC could even be a highway name goddammit) and suddenly you're on a different one.

So needless to say, directions from Wifey's Singaporean friend led us in circles and we ended up at a petrol station outside Orchard Road, LOST.

In the end, we decided the easiest way was to head to "Char Siew's" house and he would guide us to Ikea in his car.

Char Siew's place was actually quite quaint. Expensive as heck for such a small ass "house", but definitely cozy.

So by the time we reached Ikea, it was already 5.30pm. We were hungry, I was exhausted, and on the verge of punching the seller if he made any other smart ass comments.

We headed to grab some grub after picking up the midpipe. We had seafood, which was alright... I guess the hunger made everything taste good.

Char Siew's daughter. z-0 wants to munch on her arms.

We waved goodbye to Char Siew, kissed his daughter on the forehead, and headed back to Johor after the hearty meal.

On the way in, we spotted a sign that caught our attention: "DUTY FREE ZONE".

Rang a friend and he said thats where all the bars and clubs were. It was called "The Zon".

THE BEST PART: DUTY FREE ALCOHOL!

We had a blast drinking up and recovering from the exhaustion, and Johor sure has some weird ass toilets...

Girls Lavatory. Squat on the metal bits, and pee/poop into the hole between!

So was the mid pipe worth the trip? Or should I have just saved the balance SGD100 and money for the petrol and toll and got a custom 2.36" piping done in KL.

On hindsight, yes, it might have been a better idea... but then having a full RM01A catback is always a bonus. Trusted company, trusted item, definite results...

So heres how it sat coming back from Singapore.

Necessary Gaskets were all included.
Unfortunately, there were slight dents on the piping from bottoming out.

The lovely couple back together.