Hi. I'm Haff, and I'm a modaholic.
I went 7 years since my last mod. That is, until I met... her. I bought her unspoiled and she really was a fine machine. I had no plans to alter anything until she started begging me. "Help me!" she said. "Help me be more. Be what I should be. Be what you want me to be."
I began to seek out fellow modaholics online. It seemed safe in its anonymity, safe to find information without committing, safe just to see how life with her could change. I came across a group of people who are some of the most flagrant modaholics I have ever met. I saw how happy they seemed. I saw the fun they were having with their modded machines, and felt the seduction.
Then I gave in. It was small at first. I bought her a fire extinguisher. I quickly felt she would not be happy unless I gave her a permanent place to keep it. So I modded her. *sob* God help me... I modded her! I added a quickfist mount to her rear in a way I know she never experienced before. But I know she wanted it. She continued to purr anytime I used her, and use her I did.
Once the gate was open I thought "Hey... I can handle it" I slipped again and before I knew it, two more mods. I bought her a shovel and an axe, and of course she needed someplace to keep them, so I gave her the quickfist treatment again. I felt so dirty. I didn't tell anyone what I was doing. I made sure to only do it when nobody else was home so I didn't get caught. Everything was going smoothly, or so it seemed.
It wasn't long before I felt this wasn't enough. I needed more. SHE needed more. I realized that we were hooked, and the best thing to do was to mod with care. No sense modding in a way that kills one or both of us early. So knowing I was likely to try all the different mods out there eventually I decided to be safe. I gave her a whole new electrical path. Oh, I'm not talking about a single wire-run small mod that school kids might get caught doing. No, I gave her a whole new fuse panel. And not just any fuse panel, a nicely covered marine panel. Triggered through a big relay and everything. And just to because I didn't want my mod habit to hurt her, I added some protection. A waterproof circuit breaker just after the battery so I can disconnect the new fuse panel anytime I need.
Turns out I became my own enabler. By giving her this mod (which she seemed to love) it opened the door for some discreet new mods that neither of us had tried before. We added a GPS next. Now we could take our mods into the woods and find our way back out. It provided a way to get to our safe place to enjoy our modding all the more.
Then we tried another new mod, I gave her an XM radio receiver. At least thats what I told myself, but today we can be honest. I didnt do it for her. I did it for me. I even had to ream her a-pillar a bit to get all of the antenna in. I no longer cared who knew. Anyone who saw that tell-tale little black antenna would know. They would point and whisper. Ask their kids to look away. Beware the modaholic.
I quickly moved on to a blantently obvious mod. I bought her some sliders. Trail-gear was more then happy to feed my addiction, even shipping quickly. I began to feel like I was losing my identity behind the mods. Every day I read more online. More showing me what to add, what to change, what to buy.
And then today... I added my latest. I gave her the ability to broadcast. Antenna, Bindi, 75wxst, plus all the cabling needed. While I was abusing her and myself with this mod I even did another one. A second mod at the same time because one just wasn't good enough. I added another 12V outlet. I was now doing two mods at once.
I've only known her for 2 months. My name is Haff... and I am a modaholic.
I went 7 years since my last mod. That is, until I met... her. I bought her unspoiled and she really was a fine machine. I had no plans to alter anything until she started begging me. "Help me!" she said. "Help me be more. Be what I should be. Be what you want me to be."
I began to seek out fellow modaholics online. It seemed safe in its anonymity, safe to find information without committing, safe just to see how life with her could change. I came across a group of people who are some of the most flagrant modaholics I have ever met. I saw how happy they seemed. I saw the fun they were having with their modded machines, and felt the seduction.
Then I gave in. It was small at first. I bought her a fire extinguisher. I quickly felt she would not be happy unless I gave her a permanent place to keep it. So I modded her. *sob* God help me... I modded her! I added a quickfist mount to her rear in a way I know she never experienced before. But I know she wanted it. She continued to purr anytime I used her, and use her I did.
Once the gate was open I thought "Hey... I can handle it" I slipped again and before I knew it, two more mods. I bought her a shovel and an axe, and of course she needed someplace to keep them, so I gave her the quickfist treatment again. I felt so dirty. I didn't tell anyone what I was doing. I made sure to only do it when nobody else was home so I didn't get caught. Everything was going smoothly, or so it seemed.
It wasn't long before I felt this wasn't enough. I needed more. SHE needed more. I realized that we were hooked, and the best thing to do was to mod with care. No sense modding in a way that kills one or both of us early. So knowing I was likely to try all the different mods out there eventually I decided to be safe. I gave her a whole new electrical path. Oh, I'm not talking about a single wire-run small mod that school kids might get caught doing. No, I gave her a whole new fuse panel. And not just any fuse panel, a nicely covered marine panel. Triggered through a big relay and everything. And just to because I didn't want my mod habit to hurt her, I added some protection. A waterproof circuit breaker just after the battery so I can disconnect the new fuse panel anytime I need.
Turns out I became my own enabler. By giving her this mod (which she seemed to love) it opened the door for some discreet new mods that neither of us had tried before. We added a GPS next. Now we could take our mods into the woods and find our way back out. It provided a way to get to our safe place to enjoy our modding all the more.
Then we tried another new mod, I gave her an XM radio receiver. At least thats what I told myself, but today we can be honest. I didnt do it for her. I did it for me. I even had to ream her a-pillar a bit to get all of the antenna in. I no longer cared who knew. Anyone who saw that tell-tale little black antenna would know. They would point and whisper. Ask their kids to look away. Beware the modaholic.
I quickly moved on to a blantently obvious mod. I bought her some sliders. Trail-gear was more then happy to feed my addiction, even shipping quickly. I began to feel like I was losing my identity behind the mods. Every day I read more online. More showing me what to add, what to change, what to buy.
And then today... I added my latest. I gave her the ability to broadcast. Antenna, Bindi, 75wxst, plus all the cabling needed. While I was abusing her and myself with this mod I even did another one. A second mod at the same time because one just wasn't good enough. I added another 12V outlet. I was now doing two mods at once.
I've only known her for 2 months. My name is Haff... and I am a modaholic.
