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The Catholic Family House of Corps at Nyanya Abuja was kind to accommodate me after I left the orientation camp, but the mission group controlled life was something I walked away from in the past and was frustrated when I found myself in similar situation in that compound. But most importantly, living there became a big distraction to the most important goal I had coming to Abuja, as time went on. Renting a decent house to stay in Abuja was not an option, considering the meagre monthly allowance from NYSC back in those days. A solution presented itself when I gathered that the then Federal Ministry of Commerce and Industry where I was serving was paying their corpers once in every 4 to 6 months. To my fellow corpers serving at the ministry, it was wickedness. To me, it was a blessing. So as soon as the money was paid after the 5th month or so, I quickly cashed it and rented a room in a rural community called Angwan-dadi, off Nyanya Abuja, deep into a mountain bush, surrounded by big huge rocks. I paid about N24,000 for the 1 year rent, and, it was a Mud house. No kitchen, no toilet. The rest of the mountain was the toilet. And of course, no electricity. In spite of the living condition, I was happier, had peace and gave me the opportunity I needed to re-focus on the goal which I had no income or idea at the time on how to accomplish. And the goal was my dream car: Peugeot 505 V6.

Every week night, I would climb up to my mud house late in the night and lie on the floor (on spread bedsheet) as I searched and read reviews on the 505 V6 on my then Nokia 6630, especially the ones I was able to save before I got home due to lack of GSM or internet reception at the Angwan-dadi, at least at the time. I also had pages of reviews and debates on 505 V6 & 505 GTi I printed visiting cyber cafés, which I kept in the room and re-read with touch light most nights, over and over. Some were scary, some were not. The positive ones kept me going. Nothing else truly mattered at that time but those 505 V6 images, articles, reviews and posts on the phone and those printed papers. But the cost of living in a society and having such dream, goal, desire or choice got to me about 2 or 3 months living in that condition. I walked into an office at the Federal ministry of commerce and industry (block H, Commerce section) and a fellow male corper who I was serving with at the time at the ministry was in that office ( unit, to be specific). He suddenly changed the subject of whatever they were discussing before I walked in and beckoned on everyone in the room to listen to what he had to say. He narrated how he visited the remotest part of FCT the previous weekend and saw me as I walked into a mud house which he believed must be where I was living. He busted out laughing and saying I was a disgrace to the family I came from to live in such environment, and that he would rather redeploy to another state than live in that environment just to serve or live in Abuja. I wasn't just embarrassed but didn't know how to react. I couldn't form any word and so I remained mute. There was also a girl in that office (Female corper), so I guessed he pulled another man down to impress a girl, since young men think with their penis. Again, I didn't know how to handle that situation, but one thing you don't forget undergoing formation in seminary institution is de-escalation. I followed my training and walked away, to let them have their laugh (yes, he won). I recalled when I got back to the mud house that night, I pulled one of the printed images of 505 and stared at it for about 30 minutes. Not questioning the choice I made, but to reassure myself that what I was looking at was worth the odds I experienced earlier in the day. That night, that image boosted my morale to the point that I handled the next high cost of living in that environment with ease when it hit me few days later, and another about 2 months later. There was a Big bag I kept in one corner of the room (Ghana-Most-Go Bag). After that night, I started having weird or unexplained feelings to lift that bag up. I wouldn't understand why I was having that thought, so I didn't act on it and about 4 days or so ed and the thought or feelings kept coming back. So, the next Saturday, I went and pulled the bag up from the ground and there under the bag was a snake. To cut the story short, I ended up killing the snake about 2 minutes later in that room. I didn't need to wonder where or how the snake got into the room. It was a Mud house anyway. The interesting thing was I was living with that snake in that room for however long before I acted on that message I was ignoring. About a month or 2 later, that thought or feeling came back again on that same bag on that same spot. This time, I acted on it immediately and again, found another snake under the bag as soon as the bag was up. That was my journey with Peugeot 505 V6 i never shared to anyone till now, not even to the family.

One teaching I didn't accept while in the Seminary was the virtues of forgive and forget, because it contradicted observable human nature. Sure, you can forgive, which is not for the sake of the person that wronged you, but for the sake of you (relieved mind always healthier than the vindictive one). However, memory is part of human nature which tends to be triggered, revived or brought back to surface when having certain experiences. I understand the "Out of Sight - Out of Mind" can subdue certain memories, but once in sight again, that Christian virtue goes out of the window. Fast forward 6 years later, I drove into a park in Abuja. As I was walking away from my car, a man walked towards me. Even though he looked thinner, I could recognise him. He was the corper that made mockery of me publicly for living in the mud house. He said he could see evidence of good living on me and would like to ask for my assistance incase I come across any job opportunity since he hasn't secured any meaningful job since we both finished our NYSC years back, he pleaded. While I took his phone number, I kept wondering within if he ed what he did. That evening , I drove back home in one of my other cars I drove to work that day and went straight to where I packed my 505 V6 and stood there for some minutes, reminiscing the odds I went through, specifically the incidents that took place while living in the Angwan-dadi to have this car staring back at me. If you are a man, there are lessons no western formal education curriculum or religion will teach you except life itself. Even when the 505 V6 came, there were condemnations, mockery and insults from animals I share specie with call Humans concerning the car. But what is interesting is, some of them have gone or part ways with me since then, but the car is still here, remaining loyal, almost 2 decades since he materialises and came into my experience. Sometimes, I wished young men today had anyone to teach them about people's stupid opinions and their decision makings. But then, I would always that I was once in their age bracket and ignorant as well. If there is one thing you should take away from this, know that humans fickle. They are only loyal to their interests and emotions.

Peugeot 504 GL made me a Peugeot freak, but the 505 V6 boosted it and made me international. You can't visit Google and type Peugeot without seeing me popping out somewhere as you scroll down, depending on the prefix or suffix. From every indication, I am probably the only person that has a good running 505 V6 in a whole country called Nigeria. What's interesting is that mine isn't even the standard 505 V6, but the maniac version, specially made for only few markets (North America really lose on this one). One distinctive attitude a 505 V6 posses which modern German powerful RWD performance cars lack is the front and rear ends behaviour during the up and go hard acceleration, even though they are all RWD. The electronic aids have ruined some things that make driving certain cars unattractive to people that actually enjoy driving. The figures under the hood matters of course, but you can barely tell a difference driving a modern performance RWD from FWD, unlike the powerful RWD back in the era of cars like the 505 V6. The way the tail presses down to the ground and the front end pulls up, as you gear into action, listening to the music playing under the hood. Yes, the music. The whole of last week, I drove the 505 V6 and for the first time for almost 2 decades the car has been mine, I didn't switch the radio on, not even for a second, just to enjoy that V6 sound, which is usually more pronounced when you hold on a little longer on gear 3. I don't know why they don't make cars like this anymore. When men buy cars, they will proclaim they added another wife. When I look at my 505 V6, I acknowledge a best friend in my life. He doesn't nag. He just wants to have fun and we are both a matched energy. I have even gone to a point to modify the car injection wirings from factory to custom connections to sync with my breath. In other words, the car existence is tied to my breath, since no one can be able to keep the car running without me, at least, not with that engine which is what makes him to stand out. He is 39 years old, yet I have never had to top up engine oil before every oil change. I am not in any form of long term medication. HBP is a thing, but never came up or even expecting it, considering few general medical check ups I have done so far, sometimes, unwillingly, like the recent one. I understand male biology and nature which most men deny themselves. I am biologically mechanically and I chose no stupid opinion to talk me out of it, especially since I can afford to exercise that trait. Custom and tradition expects every Igbo man to have an Ikenga, even though the western religion has thwarted the meaning and purpose of it. Not every African tradition is tied to Paganism or other forms of African traditional religion. One purpose of Ikenga is to remind every Igbo man his successes, the struggles that led to achievements and encouragement to aim more. My 505 V6 Manual will always be a reminder of certain experiences and newer ones I would want to have, against all odds.

Ikenna Udeagwu (Lion King)

Good read.

Ikenna351:
The Catholic Family House of Corps at Nyanya Abuja was kind to accommodate me after I left the orientation camp, but the mission group controlled life was something I walked away from in the past and was frustrated when I found myself in similar situation in that compound. But most importantly, living there became a big distraction to the most important goal I had coming to Abuja, as time went on. Renting a decent house to stay in Abuja was not an option, considering the meagre monthly allowance from NYSC back in those days. A solution presented itself when I gathered that the then Federal Ministry of Commerce and Industry where I was serving was paying their corpers once in every 4 to 6 months. To my fellow corpers serving at the ministry, it was wickedness. To me, it was a blessing. So as soon as the money was paid after the 5th month or so, I quickly cashed it and rented a room in a rural community called Angwan-dadi, off Nyanya Abuja, deep into a mountain bush, surrounded by big huge rocks. I paid about N24,000 for the 1 year rent, and, it was a Mud house. No kitchen, no toilet. The rest of the mountain was the toilet. And of course, no electricity. In spite of the living condition, I was happier, had peace and gave me the opportunity I needed to re-focus on the goal which I had no income or idea at the time on how to accomplish. And the goal was my dream car: Peugeot 505 V6.

Every week night, I would climb up to my mud house late in the night and lie on the floor (on spread bedsheet) as I searched and read reviews on the 505 V6 on my then Nokia 6630, especially the ones I was able to save before I got home due to lack of GSM or internet reception at the Angwan-dadi, at least at the time. I also had pages of reviews and debates on 505 V6 & 505 GTi I printed visiting cyber cafés, which I kept in the room and re-read with touch light most nights, over and over. Some were scary, some were not. The positive ones kept me going. Nothing else truly mattered at that time but those 505 V6 images, articles, reviews and posts on the phone and those printed papers. But the cost of living in a society and having such dream, goal, desire or choice got to me about 2 or 3 months living in that condition. I walked into an office at the Federal ministry of commerce and industry (block H, Commerce section) and a fellow male corper who I was serving with at the time at the ministry was in that office ( unit, to be specific). He suddenly changed the subject of whatever they were discussing before I walked in and beckoned on everyone in the room to listen to what he had to say. He narrated how he visited the remotest part of FCT the previous weekend and saw me as I walked into a mud house which he believed must be where I was living. He busted out laughing and saying I was a disgrace to the family I came from to live in such environment, and that he would rather redeploy to another state than live in that environment just to serve or live in Abuja. I wasn't just embarrassed but didn't know how to react. I couldn't form any word and so I remained mute. There was also a girl in that office (Female corper), so I guessed he pulled another man down to impress a girl, since young men think with their penis. Again, I didn't know how to handle that situation, but one thing you don't forget undergoing formation in seminary institution is de-escalation. I followed my training and walked away, to let them have their laugh (yes, he won). I recalled when I got back to the mud house that night, I pulled one of the printed images of 505 and stared at it for about 30 minutes. Not questioning the choice I made, but to reassure myself that what I was looking at was worth the odds I experienced earlier in the day. That night, that image boosted my morale to the point that I handled the next high cost of living in that environment with ease when it hit me few days later, and another about 2 months later. There was a Big bag I kept in one corner of the room (Ghana-Most-Go Bag). After that night, I started having weird or unexplained feelings to lift that bag up. I wouldn't understand why I was having that thought, so I didn't act on it and about 4 days or so ed and the thought or feelings kept coming back. So, the next Saturday, I went and pulled the bag up from the ground and there under the bag was a snake. To cut the story short, I ended up killing the snake about 2 minutes later in that room. I didn't need to wonder where or how the snake got into the room. It was a Mud house anyway. The interesting thing was I was living with that snake in that room for however long before I acted on that message I was ignoring. About a month or 2 later, that thought or feeling came back again on that same bag on that same spot. This time, I acted on it immediately and again, found another snake under the bag as soon as the bag was up. That was my journey with Peugeot 505 V6 i never shared to anyone till now, not even to the family.

One teaching I didn't accept while in the Seminary was the virtues of forgive and forget, because it contradicted observable human nature. Sure, you can forgive, which is not for the sake of the person that wronged you, but for the sake of you (relieved mind always healthier than the vindictive one). However, memory is part of human nature which tends to be triggered, revived or brought back to surface when having certain experiences. I understand the "Out of Sight - Out of Mind" can subdue certain memories, but once in sight again, that Christian virtue goes out of the window. Fast forward 6 years later, I drove into a park in Abuja. As I was walking away from my car, a man walked towards me. Even though he looked thinner, I could recognise him. He was the corper that made mockery of me publicly for living in the mud house. He said he could see evidence of good living on me and would like to ask for my assistance incase I come across any job opportunity since he hasn't secured any meaningful job since we both finished our NYSC years back, he pleaded. While I took his phone number, I kept wondering within if he ed what he did. That evening , I drove back home in one of my other cars I drove to work that day and went straight to where I packed my 505 V6 and stood there for some minutes, reminiscing the odds I went through, specifically the incidents that took place while living in the Angwan-dadi to have this car staring back at me. If you are a man, there are lessons no western formal education curriculum or religion will teach you except life itself. Even when the 505 V6 came, there were condemnations, mockery and insults from animals I share specie with call Humans concerning the car. But what is interesting is, some of them have gone or part ways with me since then, but the car is still here, remaining loyal, almost 2 decades since he materialises and came into my experience. Sometimes, I wished young men today had anyone to teach them about people's stupid opinions and their decision makings. But then, I would always that I was once in their age bracket and ignorant as well. If there is one thing you should take away from this, know that humans fickle. They are only loyal to their interests and emotions.

Peugeot 504 GL made me a Peugeot freak, but the 505 V6 boosted it and made me international. You can't visit Google and type Peugeot without seeing me popping out somewhere as you scroll down, depending on the prefix or suffix. From every indication, I am probably the only person that has a good running 505 V6 in a whole country called Nigeria. What's interesting is that mine isn't even the standard 505 V6, but the maniac version, specially made for only few markets (North America really lose on this one). One distinctive attitude a 505 V6 posses which modern German powerful RWD performance cars lack is the front and rear ends behaviour during the up and go hard acceleration, even though they are all RWD. The electronic aids have ruined some things that make driving certain cars unattractive to people that actually enjoy driving. The figures under the hood matters of course, but you can barely tell a difference driving a modern performance RWD from FWD, unlike the powerful RWD back in the era of cars like the 505 V6. The way the tail presses down to the ground and the front end pulls up, as you gear into action, listening to the music playing under the hood. Yes, the music. The whole of last week, I drove the 505 V6 and for the first time for almost 2 decades the car has been mine, I didn't switch the radio on, not even for a second, just to enjoy that V6 sound, which is usually more pronounced when you hold on a little longer on gear 3. I don't know why they don't make cars like this anymore. When men buy cars, they will proclaim they added another wife. When I look at my 505 V6, I acknowledge a best friend in my life. He doesn't nag. He just wants to have fun and we are both a matched energy. I have even gone to a point to modify the car injection wirings from factory to custom connections to sync with my breath. In other words, the car existence is tied to my breath, since no one can be able to keep the car running without me, at least, not with that engine which is what makes him to stand out. He is 39 years old, yet I have never had to top up engine oil before every oil change. I am not in any form of long term medication. HBP is a thing, but never came up or even expecting it, considering few general medical check ups I have done so far, sometimes, unwillingly, like the recent one. I understand male biology and nature which most men deny themselves. I am biologically mechanically and I chose no stupid opinion to talk me out of it, especially since I can afford to exercise that trait. Custom and tradition expects every Igbo man to have an Ikenga, even though the western religion has thwarted the meaning and purpose of it. Not every African tradition is tied to Paganism or other forms of African traditional religion. One purpose of Ikenga is to remind every Igbo man his successes, the struggles that led to achievements and encouragement to aim more. My 505 V6 Manual will always be a reminder of certain experiences and newer ones I would want to have, against all odds.

Ikenna Udeagwu (Lion King)

disted and erratic story. Walahi your old age no go good. Peugeout cars can never replace family. The day you cannot drive yr 'babies' I wonder what will happen to you. When you can't take a shit by yourself I wonder if it is your 505 v6 car that will clean up after you. There is more to this life than Peugeout cars. If you don't get it then forget it

Peugeot: The Car for Nigeria

I still picture that sticker😍

I'm a bit disappointed. Wanted to read how you achieved your dreams and got the car.
Ride on with your beast sha.

Dead car. Meant for cabu-cabu

Hello sir

TheBTCinvestor:
Dead car. Meant for cabu-cabu

DUNKA:
disted and erratic story. Walahi your old age no go good. Peugeout cars can never replace family. The day you cannot drive yr 'babies' I wonder what will happen to you. When you can't take a shit by yourself I wonder if it is your 505 v6 car that will clean up after you. There is more to this life than Peugeout cars. If you don't get it then forget it

For you to talk like this, it means one thing. YOU DO NOT KNOW THE MEANING OF A CAR ENTHUSIASIST .

This talk no too much on top 505?

Damn! I understand that we humans are all different and unique in various ways but this op sef, besides his wealth of knowledge & love for Peugeot cars does he even have sex at all or have a woman? Dude seems weird.

Well, to each his own!

HeavenlyBang:
This talk no too much on top 505?

🤣🤣

HeavenlyBang:
This talk no too much on top 505?

Same thing I was wondering, 505 for that matter, I thought I was reading a motivating story of struggle to success, I no know say na car he dey write all this love story untop.

Ikenna351:
The Catholic Family House of Corps at Nyanya Abuja was kind to accommodate me after I left the orientation camp, but the mission group controlled life was something I walked away from in the past and was frustrated when I found myself in similar situation in that compound. But most importantly, living there became a big distraction to the most important goal I had coming to Abuja, as time went on. Renting a decent house to stay in Abuja was not an option, considering the meagre monthly allowance from NYSC back in those days. A solution presented itself when I gathered that the then Federal Ministry of Commerce and Industry where I was serving was paying their corpers once in every 4 to 6 months. To my fellow corpers serving at the ministry, it was wickedness. To me, it was a blessing. So as soon as the money was paid after the 5th month or so, I quickly cashed it and rented a room in a rural community called Angwan-dadi, off Nyanya Abuja, deep into a mountain bush, surrounded by big huge rocks. I paid about N24,000 for the 1 year rent, and, it was a Mud house. No kitchen, no toilet. The rest of the mountain was the toilet. And of course, no electricity. In spite of the living condition, I was happier, had peace and gave me the opportunity I needed to re-focus on the goal which I had no income or idea at the time on how to accomplish. And the goal was my dream car: Peugeot 505 V6.

Every week night, I would climb up to my mud house late in the night and lie on the floor (on spread bedsheet) as I searched and read reviews on the 505 V6 on my then Nokia 6630, especially the ones I was able to save before I got home due to lack of GSM or internet reception at the Angwan-dadi, at least at the time. I also had pages of reviews and debates on 505 V6 & 505 GTi I printed visiting cyber cafés, which I kept in the room and re-read with touch light most nights, over and over. Some were scary, some were not. The positive ones kept me going. Nothing else truly mattered at that time but those 505 V6 images, articles, reviews and posts on the phone and those printed papers. But the cost of living in a society and having such dream, goal, desire or choice got to me about 2 or 3 months living in that condition. I walked into an office at the Federal ministry of commerce and industry (block H, Commerce section) and a fellow male corper who I was serving with at the time at the ministry was in that office ( unit, to be specific). He suddenly changed the subject of whatever they were discussing before I walked in and beckoned on everyone in the room to listen to what he had to say. He narrated how he visited the remotest part of FCT the previous weekend and saw me as I walked into a mud house which he believed must be where I was living. He busted out laughing and saying I was a disgrace to the family I came from to live in such environment, and that he would rather redeploy to another state than live in that environment just to serve or live in Abuja. I wasn't just embarrassed but didn't know how to react. I couldn't form any word and so I remained mute. There was also a girl in that office (Female corper), so I guessed he pulled another man down to impress a girl, since young men think with their penis. Again, I didn't know how to handle that situation, but one thing you don't forget undergoing formation in seminary institution is de-escalation. I followed my training and walked away, to let them have their laugh (yes, he won). I recalled when I got back to the mud house that night, I pulled one of the printed images of 505 and stared at it for about 30 minutes. Not questioning the choice I made, but to reassure myself that what I was looking at was worth the odds I experienced earlier in the day. That night, that image boosted my morale to the point that I handled the next high cost of living in that environment with ease when it hit me few days later, and another about 2 months later. There was a Big bag I kept in one corner of the room (Ghana-Most-Go Bag). After that night, I started having weird or unexplained feelings to lift that bag up. I wouldn't understand why I was having that thought, so I didn't act on it and about 4 days or so ed and the thought or feelings kept coming back. So, the next Saturday, I went and pulled the bag up from the ground and there under the bag was a snake. To cut the story short, I ended up killing the snake about 2 minutes later in that room. I didn't need to wonder where or how the snake got into the room. It was a Mud house anyway. The interesting thing was I was living with that snake in that room for however long before I acted on that message I was ignoring. About a month or 2 later, that thought or feeling came back again on that same bag on that same spot. This time, I acted on it immediately and again, found another snake under the bag as soon as the bag was up. That was my journey with Peugeot 505 V6 i never shared to anyone till now, not even to the family.

One teaching I didn't accept while in the Seminary was the virtues of forgive and forget, because it contradicted observable human nature. Sure, you can forgive, which is not for the sake of the person that wronged you, but for the sake of you (relieved mind always healthier than the vindictive one). However, memory is part of human nature which tends to be triggered, revived or brought back to surface when having certain experiences. I understand the "Out of Sight - Out of Mind" can subdue certain memories, but once in sight again, that Christian virtue goes out of the window. Fast forward 6 years later, I drove into a park in Abuja. As I was walking away from my car, a man walked towards me. Even though he looked thinner, I could recognise him. He was the corper that made mockery of me publicly for living in the mud house. He said he could see evidence of good living on me and would like to ask for my assistance incase I come across any job opportunity since he hasn't secured any meaningful job since we both finished our NYSC years back, he pleaded. While I took his phone number, I kept wondering within if he ed what he did. That evening , I drove back home in one of my other cars I drove to work that day and went straight to where I packed my 505 V6 and stood there for some minutes, reminiscing the odds I went through, specifically the incidents that took place while living in the Angwan-dadi to have this car staring back at me. If you are a man, there are lessons no western formal education curriculum or religion will teach you except life itself. Even when the 505 V6 came, there were condemnations, mockery and insults from animals I share specie with call Humans concerning the car. But what is interesting is, some of them have gone or part ways with me since then, but the car is still here, remaining loyal, almost 2 decades since he materialises and came into my experience. Sometimes, I wished young men today had anyone to teach them about people's stupid opinions and their decision makings. But then, I would always that I was once in their age bracket and ignorant as well. If there is one thing you should take away from this, know that humans fickle. They are only loyal to their interests and emotions.

Peugeot 504 GL made me a Peugeot freak, but the 505 V6 boosted it and made me international. You can't visit Google and type Peugeot without seeing me popping out somewhere as you scroll down, depending on the prefix or suffix. From every indication, I am probably the only person that has a good running 505 V6 in a whole country called Nigeria. What's interesting is that mine isn't even the standard 505 V6, but the maniac version, specially made for only few markets (North America really lose on this one). One distinctive attitude a 505 V6 posses which modern German powerful RWD performance cars lack is the front and rear ends behaviour during the up and go hard acceleration, even though they are all RWD. The electronic aids have ruined some things that make driving certain cars unattractive to people that actually enjoy driving. The figures under the hood matters of course, but you can barely tell a difference driving a modern performance RWD from FWD, unlike the powerful RWD back in the era of cars like the 505 V6. The way the tail presses down to the ground and the front end pulls up, as you gear into action, listening to the music playing under the hood. Yes, the music. The whole of last week, I drove the 505 V6 and for the first time for almost 2 decades the car has been mine, I didn't switch the radio on, not even for a second, just to enjoy that V6 sound, which is usually more pronounced when you hold on a little longer on gear 3. I don't know why they don't make cars like this anymore. When men buy cars, they will proclaim they added another wife. When I look at my 505 V6, I acknowledge a best friend in my life. He doesn't nag. He just wants to have fun and we are both a matched energy. I have even gone to a point to modify the car injection wirings from factory to custom connections to sync with my breath. In other words, the car existence is tied to my breath, since no one can be able to keep the car running without me, at least, not with that engine which is what makes him to stand out. He is 39 years old, yet I have never had to top up engine oil before every oil change. I am not in any form of long term medication. HBP is a thing, but never came up or even expecting it, considering few general medical check ups I have done so far, sometimes, unwillingly, like the recent one. I understand male biology and nature which most men deny themselves. I am biologically mechanically and I chose no stupid opinion to talk me out of it, especially since I can afford to exercise that trait. Custom and tradition expects every Igbo man to have an Ikenga, even though the western religion has thwarted the meaning and purpose of it. Not every African tradition is tied to Paganism or other forms of African traditional religion. One purpose of Ikenga is to remind every Igbo man his successes, the struggles that led to achievements and encouragement to aim more. My 505 V6 Manual will always be a reminder of certain experiences and newer ones I would want to have, against all odds.

Ikenna Udeagwu (Lion King)

Ikenga.. My late dad left one 505 in the villa.. The car worked perfectly In 2017 when her last drove it.. I checked it in Jan and the engine is still clean.. Would you be interested in exploring and possibly reviving that beast?

It's been 2 weeks behind the wheel of the Peugeot 505 ST and I haven't felt desire to hop into any of the modern 200+ horsepower cars for a break. As the young man in the picture stated, this 505 is a statement to other men on the road. As tempting as external validation could be, it's nothing close to inner satisfaction when experiencing or living in the outcomes of choices made in the past. One thing a 505 teaches you behind the wheel is how imperfect the car is, unlike what modern humans seek today, unfortunately. Sometimes, it takes a non feminine car to remind most men why there are balls in-between their legs, beside reproduction.

Ikenna351

Lmao. Validating your fragile masculinity by driving a shitbox is definitely something.

Ikenna351:
It's been 2 weeks behind the wheel of the Peugeot 505 ST and I haven't felt desire to hop into any of the modern 200+ horsepower cars for a break. As the young man in the picture stated, this 505 is a statement to other men on the road. As tempting as external validation could be, it's nothing close to inner satisfaction when experiencing or living in the outcomes of choices made in the past. One thing a 505 teaches you behind the wheel is how imperfect the car is, unlike what modern humans seek today, unfortunately. Sometimes, it takes a non feminine car to remind most men why there are balls in-between their legs, beside reproduction.

Ikenna351

Mtcheeew.

HeavenlyBang:
Lmao. Validating your fragile masculinity by driving a shitbox is definitely something.

What's interesting about you guys in Car Talk section on Nairaland is inability to learn hard lessons nature teaches. Not long ago, your god (Gazzuzz) and his gangs (including you) were busy bullying other he considered threats to his business or fame in the section, until suddenly, your god died as some have claimed. You guys freaked out because you never imagined that side of physical life was possible for the man you worshipped and arse licked. Observation of someone's challenges, demise or difficulties is meant for the observer to go into reflection and choose a different path, if the outcome of current path could only lead to the person's destruction or meaningless life. You are obviously too boyish or immature to exercise your critical logical mind that aspect of life. Or probably your obvious hatred towards me gets you an erection. Hope my profile picture isn't making it worse for you to masturbate, if you are into men?

Nothing I said on this thread required the hate you have displayed. You don't have to agree with me or like classic Peugeot vehicles. There are people who do, all over the world, actually. Those are the people I shared this thread with. But you can still spread your bed on this thread because more updates are coming, including new threads on Classic and modern Peugeot vehicles. What happened to your god Gazzuzz can happen to you, you child, your spouse or anyone you cared about in the next 5 minutes. It can also happen to me as well. Difference is, I am focused on living whatever limited time I have left to breath the best I can, while you and your clique are eating your life away hating someone who doesn't even know about your existence, aside hiding behind keyboard professing this level of hate to the world. Hope you put your face to the fake name, since actual men stand by their words.

Ikenna351.

kingreign:



Mtcheeew.

Unfortunately, you were among the first few that started this section. I was the first of this section as soon as it was created and I singlehandedly manned this section for months until you later ed me as a co-. We worked peacefully until we both left the voluntary roles as s and then you showed your true colors of who you really are. One thing any old member of Car Talk will tell you is that I have always be me. Unfortunately, you are backstabber, you sell yourself or soul to belong or be accepted to a clique, gang or group you perceive some benefits from. I am not asking you to be loyal. It just looks pathetic seeing you for what you are. Whatever makes you money, I guess.

Ikenna351

Ikenna351:


What's interesting about you guys in Car Talk section on Nairaland is inability to learn hard lessons nature teaches. Not long ago, your god (Gazzuzz) and his gangs (including you) were busy bullying other he considered threats to his business or fame in the section, until suddenly, your god died as some have claimed. You guys freaked out because you never imagined that side of physical life was possible for the man you worshipped and arse licked. Observation of someone's challenges, demise or difficulties is meant for the observer to go into reflection and choose a different path, if the outcome of current path could only lead to the person's destruction or meaningless life. You are obviously too boyish or immature to exercise your critical logical mind that aspect of life. Or probably your obvious hatred towards me gets you an erection. Hope my profile picture isn't making it worse for you to masturbate, if you are into men?

Nothing I said on this thread required the hate you have displayed. You don't have to agree with me or like classic Peugeot vehicles. There are people who do, all over the world, actually. Those are the people I shared this thread with. But you can still spread your bed on this thread because more updates are coming, including new threads on Classic and modern Peugeot vehicles. What happened to your god Gazzuzz can happen to you, you child, your spouse or anyone you cared about in the next 5 minutes. It can also happen to me as well. Difference is, I am focused on living whatever limited time I have left to breath the best I can, while you and your clique are eating your life away hating someone who doesn't even know about your existence, aside hiding behind keyboard professing this level of hate to the world. Hope you put your face to the fake name, since actual men stand by their words.

Ikenna351.

Genuinely couldn't care less.

Ikenna351:


Unfortunately, you were among the first few that started this section. I was the first of this section as soon as it was created and I singlehandedly manned this section for months until you later ed me as a co-. We worked peacefully until we both left the voluntary roles as s and then you showed your true colors of who you really are. One thing any old member of Car Talk will tell you is that I have always be me. Unfortunately, you are backstabber, you sell yourself or soul to belong or be accepted to a clique, gang or group you perceive some benefits from. I am not asking you to be loyal. It just looks pathetic seeing you for what you are. Whatever makes you money, I guess.


Ikenna351

Trash talk. Even stellantis, the current owners peugeot have moved on while you a megalomaniac still keeps basking in the delusions that peugeot is the best thing that happened after the air we breath.

Ogbeni sh*t the fcvk up!

Ikenna351:


What's interesting about you guys in Car Talk section on Nairaland is inability to learn hard lessons nature teaches. Not long ago, your god (Gazzuzz) and his gangs (including you) were busy bullying other he considered threats to his business or fame in the section, until suddenly, your god died as some have claimed. You guys freaked out because you never imagined that side of physical life was possible for the man you worshipped and arse licked. Observation of someone's challenges, demise or difficulties is meant for the observer to go into reflection and choose a different path, if the outcome of current path could only lead to the person's destruction or meaningless life. You are obviously too boyish or immature to exercise your critical logical mind that aspect of life. Or probably your obvious hatred towards me gets you an erection. Hope my profile picture isn't making it worse for you to masturbate, if you are into men?

Nothing I said on this thread required the hate you have displayed. You don't have to agree with me or like classic Peugeot vehicles. There are people who do, all over the world, actually. Those are the people I shared this thread with. But you can still spread your bed on this thread because more updates are coming, including new threads on Classic and modern Peugeot vehicles. What happened to your god Gazzuzz can happen to you, you child, your spouse or anyone you cared about in the next 5 minutes. It can also happen to me as well. Difference is, I am focused on living whatever limited time I have left to breath the best I can, while you and your clique are eating your life away hating someone who doesn't even know about your existence, aside hiding behind keyboard professing this level of hate to the world. Hope you put your face to the fake name, since actual men stand by their words.

Ikenna351.

Like I said earlier, SHUT UP!
GAZZUZZ may be no more, he lived a short but very positive life, he impacted positively in the lives of people who came around him and still does even while he's gone. It's not about living long and dying in an old age, yet, nobody can count or state the positive thing you have done while on Earth. Because he is no more, you lilly livered dingbat now has the temerity to come out and speak rubbish of him and try to tarnish his reputation. It's clear to see that you're a bitter, sore loser Ikenna, change your ways.

Stfu stupid hater
Like i said,u r empty without nairaland,u would gazzuz.idiot. stupid hell bound adult hater with the brain of a teenager.u will still die by accident.its very sure

kingreign:


Like I said earlier, SHUT UP!
GAZZUZZ may be no more, he lived a short but very positive life, he impacted positively in the lives of people who came around him and still does even while he's gone. It's not about living long and dying in an old age, yet, nobody can count or state the positive thing you have done while on Earth. Because he is no more, you lilly livered dingbat now has the temerity to come out and speak rubbish of him and try to tarnish his reputation. It's clear to see that you're a bitter, sore loser Ikenna, change your ways.

Peugeot 505 ST Review


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EE2HD9T87Oc?si=YNgEkR22LEHVxKkc


Ikenna351

2cribz:
Stfu stupid hater
Like i said,u r empty without nairaland,u would gazzuz.idiot. stupid hell bound adult hater with the brain of a teenager.u will still die by accident.its very sure

People are talking, one dingbat is in one corner of his 3mb daily data space yapping.

Has it gotten to this?nawa o.

2cribz:
Stfu stupid hater
Like i said,u r empty without nairaland,u would gazzuz.idiot. stupid hell bound adult hater with the brain of a teenager.u will still die by accident.its very sure

That all he does. The guy is a sadist he goes around bullying everyone ,luke say na him discover nairaland.he has been doing this for the last ten years or more

Caaz:
Has it gotten to this?nawa o.

Caaz:
Has it gotten to this?nawa o.

Take your time go thru my post then take your time and go thru the post of the guy you quoted. You'd discover that guy is suffering from drug related mental illness or he's actually mentally imbalanced.
Ask people in car talk, they'll tell you who he really is.

2cribz:
That all he does. The guy is a sadist he goes around bullying everyone ,luke say na him discover nairaland.he has been doing this for the last ten years or more

You who's busy bullying people now turning around to claim I'm a bully. Pot calling kettle black.

Ikenna351:


What's interesting about you guys in Car Talk section on Nairaland is inability to learn hard lessons nature teaches. Not long ago, your god (Gazzuzz) and his gangs (including you) were busy bullying other he considered threats to his business or fame in the section, until suddenly, your god died as some have claimed. You guys freaked out because you never imagined that side of physical life was possible for the man you worshipped and arse licked. Observation of someone's challenges, demise or difficulties is meant for the observer to go into reflection and choose a different path, if the outcome of current path could only lead to the person's destruction or meaningless life. You are obviously too boyish or immature to exercise your critical logical mind that aspect of life. Or probably your obvious hatred towards me gets you an erection. Hope my profile picture isn't making it worse for you to masturbate, if you are into men?

Nothing I said on this thread required the hate you have displayed. You don't have to agree with me or like classic Peugeot vehicles. There are people who do, all over the world, actually. Those are the people I shared this thread with. But you can still spread your bed on this thread because more updates are coming, including new threads on Classic and modern Peugeot vehicles. What happened to your god Gazzuzz can happen to you, you child, your spouse or anyone you cared about in the next 5 minutes. It can also happen to me as well. Difference is, I am focused on living whatever limited time I have left to breath the best I can, while you and your clique are eating your life away hating someone who doesn't even know about your existence, aside hiding behind keyboard professing this level of hate to the world. Hope you put your face to the fake name, since actual men stand by their words.
Ikenna351.

Keep mocking the dead, since you and that your iron-condemn peugoet will live forever


Instead of you to face your attackers like a man, you as a coward that you are, chose instead to drag a dead man who obviously can't defend himself

As for those pokenosers attacking you, they deserve whatever they get from u, but you attacking a dead man is the lowest of lows.

Na only for dead body u dey get power...Shame on you

kingreign:



Mtcheeew.

It won't cost u and that Heavenlycum up guy there anything to have simply ignored the op and his thread.

Matter wey no consyn una na ontop am una dey bleat upandan like Sokoto He-goat

When you created that your imbecilic thread maligning thermocool, nobody chop you raw

When that Heavenlycum guy refused to let us hear word because of that scrap infinity G35, nobody kill am

Even if d op wan hype Egyptian Chariots wey Pharoah take chase Isrealites enter Red sea, how e take consyn u?

Now una don make am dey drag and malign an innocent dead man


I hope y'all pieces of shit are happy now

buygala:


It won't cost u and that Heavenlycum up guy there anything to have simply ignored the op and his thread.

Matter wey no consyn una na ontop am una dey bleat upandan like Sokoto He-goat

When you created that your imbecilic thread maligning thermocool, nobody chop you raw

When that Heavenlycum guy refused to let us hear word because of that scrap infinity G35, nobody kill am

Even if d op wan hype Egyptian Chariots wey Pharoah take chase Isrealites enter Red sea, how e take consyn u?

Now una don make am dey drag and malign an innocent dead man


I hope y'all pieces of shit are happy now

K

buygala:


Keep mocking the dead, since you and that your iron-condemn peugoet will live forever


Instead of you to face your attackers like a man, you as a coward that you are, chose instead to drag a dead man who obviously can't defend himself


As for those pokenosers attacking you, they deserve whatever they get from u, but you attacking a dead man is the lowest of lows.

Na only for dead body u dey get power...Shame on you