Street Racing

“Endless Summer”

It’s a very cold, late night in the Denny’s parking lot. I glance at my watch to see that it’s 4:15am. “Damn. We’ve been out here for 4 hours and all we’ve seen is one race. One damn race!” I think to myself. As I stand here with my friends shooting the breeze about a lot of things, I can’t help but think to myself how different this whole summer ended to how it started.

For myself, the summer couldn’t have started out any better. The days were longer, the weather was warmer, and the racing was over the top. It seemed like everyday was designated “race night” by the street racing gods. It seemed like everyone in the whole world showed up to come to the races, be it either to spectate, race, or just to belong. Indeed, this summer offered nothing but love to fans of the scene in ways you couldn’t imagine.

Common logic would state that summertime shouldn’t be any different than the other seasons of the year, except for weather. But e...