They're still in the shipping bag, but from a quick squeeze of the bag they feel like decent quality. I'm going to answer this question with a question. Where is my supra? I spent 20 dollars impulsively on a pair of socks from an Instagram ad so I can own a dope supra. Is it because my self control is about as existant as the easter bunny? Or was it that I was presumably under the influence and I saw the chance to own a car I can't afford? Perhaps it was a pipe dream desire so I could flex on my ex. All these could be right in the correct context, but the real reason will remain a mystery like Steven Segal's success. I'm becoming increasingly worried that you guys have chosen some other schmuck to own my friggin dream car, and if so please reconsider. I'm a really cool guy. I'm really hoping you guys read this so you can feel how much metaphysical pain I'm in from my severe dearth of a supra.
Thanks
L