GTR cured cancer, gave beyonce her voice, and mandingo his dick
Before the GTR revscene was a barren wasteland. All that existed was tumbleweeds, some hondas with air intakes, and some asshole named bcrdukes.
Someone travelled to Japan, escaped the carjacking bukakkes that were rampant in the late 2000's, weathered the storms of the great fujishimahakishami mountain range, waded through crowds of scantily clad women, and fought keyboard-to-keyboard as WASD-warriors against the hordes of pc nerds to get to the Nissan Plant. Once there, it is said this lone revscene loving, GTR-afficianado wolf of a man took one ginormous gulp of the first GTR's exhaust as it fired up -- The cacophonous clang of the mighty twin-turbo-charged v6 filled the lungs of this iconic poster -- he held his breath (losing mainy braincells in the process, and thankfully rendering himself forever sterile) and ventured back to Canada -- sailing across the pacific ocean on nothing but a canoe, with a lung full of ripe, pungent GTR-exhaust fumes from the first GTR ever conceived, and a bag full of the finest bukkake-splooge money could buy.
That man .. that .. heroic .. mountainous ... monumental .. machine of a man ... that man became to be known as the mighty TIMPO.
It is said that his name was conceived after hearing the rapturous belching of the first GTR DCT upshift -- Off the line, the wheels spun to let out a "TCHH--eeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMMMMMMPPPPP *upshift* POHHHHHH!" -- that was the day that two things happened -- A man got his name, and the car to end all cars was born.
Anyways .. the story goes that Timpo snuck into !SG's house where the servers were in the middle of the night, and like the old silk hat that gave the snowman life, the breath of fresh GTR-exhaust fumes infused with the mr noodle gave revscene all the power and magic it has today.
Thank you timpo .. you ... the GTR ... just ... everything .. perfect ... so .. happy. I don't even ... Timpo