Dex
02-18-2001, 04:11 PM
Santa Clara 4/14/2000
by Dex
Santa Clara 4/14/2000
My night started in Freekmont CA over at my homies pad, just throw’n back some cold ones like porch monkeys. I had to stop drink’n ‘cuz I just assumed that I would be pulled over by officer Roseti because of my clear taillights. I hit the peace pipe, and got on my way. “Wo. I’m buz’n” I thought to myself as I mobbed down 880 S bump’n some raver shit. I parked near Chevron, ‘bout 1 AM. I had blood shot eyes, but a clear mind. The scene was dead, but like tiger in the night I waited for my time to shine. Within ‘bout 15 minutes I could hear them come’n. The sound of HKS, Greddy, and Apexi dominated the atmosphere. I felt whole once again. Before we could assemble comfortably, two cops rush up like a donut truck tipped over. We move out, and head east. I forgot what happened at this point (remember I wasn’t fully sober). The night progressed and I found myself at a track in Santa Clara. The races were pop’n, and I remember I saw some piece of shit stock CRX mobb’n around, and it made me laugh. Some kids walked up to me and were asking me if I had a rench in my ride, ‘cuz his wheel was fall’n off. I look at the kid’s ride: 92-95 cicvic LX 4dr, and it has custom 16”s in the back with stock hubs in the front. I don’t hate on newbees, ‘cuz I was one once. So I’m look’n in my trunk for a wrench. I was have’n trouble find’n it. It was like last night when I was with this chick look’n for a condom in the dark. “SIRENS” –“Shit!”… Hop back in the ride and progress to the next scene. The kids with the civic were follow’n so I pulled over, searched my trunk again, and couldn’t find shit. – The night goes on in the same fashion, and pull up at that Big-rigg-track. Just as I turn off my engine this new Lude mobb’n 4 deep pulls up. These guys get out and they’re like- “Dex?”…
So I say “yeah?”
Turns out that it was the SRO guys: Ed, Ryan, and company.
Ed took some pics of me and my ride: http://streetracing.tiora.net/article/nightracing/041400/
I got hooked up with the decals and everything. I was pumped. No races were go’n on so we all bounced to N1st- same story there- so we hit up this track by Great America, and it was pretty phat. We didn’t see Marina there but I did see a red Celica. Like a nine year old watching porn, I stood there next to the SRO guys doing what I love: watching sick ass imports race. Dave/SVP/DNR pulls up in one of his latest projects: a new Civic Si with a Drag Turbo. The thing sounded like a Grizzly bear during sex. (HAHAHA that is a funny thought). Dave lines up against a new TransAm. And smokes him like a blunt. The whole SVP fan club goes wild. There were some other good runs and then the cops came as always. I pull up to the next track just east of 880. As I drive up I find myself in line to run against a DelSol. I ask him what he’s got and he says “Header, intake, exhaust… you know, baisics” I told him that I was just driven through but the flagger was already line’n us up. I look behind me and there is a fuck’n Limo! The flagger quickly flags us and we were off. I had him from the get go. I was kinda scared that I would fuck up go’n into third, ‘cuz as Ed and Ryan know, my third gear is almost gone. Fortunately it was cool this time, but I still grinded into it. I throw on my hazards and bust a n e-brake U-turn. I felt good. “This was a sick night! I hope it never ends.” About an hr later after watching my company cell blows up. I had to go into work ASAP. I looked at my watch “3:40” “Holly Shit!” I end up having to work ‘till noon on Saturday- Damn!!!! But it will be cool once I can afford that Turbo!!!! –Peace
-Dex
by Dex
Santa Clara 4/14/2000
My night started in Freekmont CA over at my homies pad, just throw’n back some cold ones like porch monkeys. I had to stop drink’n ‘cuz I just assumed that I would be pulled over by officer Roseti because of my clear taillights. I hit the peace pipe, and got on my way. “Wo. I’m buz’n” I thought to myself as I mobbed down 880 S bump’n some raver shit. I parked near Chevron, ‘bout 1 AM. I had blood shot eyes, but a clear mind. The scene was dead, but like tiger in the night I waited for my time to shine. Within ‘bout 15 minutes I could hear them come’n. The sound of HKS, Greddy, and Apexi dominated the atmosphere. I felt whole once again. Before we could assemble comfortably, two cops rush up like a donut truck tipped over. We move out, and head east. I forgot what happened at this point (remember I wasn’t fully sober). The night progressed and I found myself at a track in Santa Clara. The races were pop’n, and I remember I saw some piece of shit stock CRX mobb’n around, and it made me laugh. Some kids walked up to me and were asking me if I had a rench in my ride, ‘cuz his wheel was fall’n off. I look at the kid’s ride: 92-95 cicvic LX 4dr, and it has custom 16”s in the back with stock hubs in the front. I don’t hate on newbees, ‘cuz I was one once. So I’m look’n in my trunk for a wrench. I was have’n trouble find’n it. It was like last night when I was with this chick look’n for a condom in the dark. “SIRENS” –“Shit!”… Hop back in the ride and progress to the next scene. The kids with the civic were follow’n so I pulled over, searched my trunk again, and couldn’t find shit. – The night goes on in the same fashion, and pull up at that Big-rigg-track. Just as I turn off my engine this new Lude mobb’n 4 deep pulls up. These guys get out and they’re like- “Dex?”…
So I say “yeah?”
Turns out that it was the SRO guys: Ed, Ryan, and company.
Ed took some pics of me and my ride: http://streetracing.tiora.net/article/nightracing/041400/
I got hooked up with the decals and everything. I was pumped. No races were go’n on so we all bounced to N1st- same story there- so we hit up this track by Great America, and it was pretty phat. We didn’t see Marina there but I did see a red Celica. Like a nine year old watching porn, I stood there next to the SRO guys doing what I love: watching sick ass imports race. Dave/SVP/DNR pulls up in one of his latest projects: a new Civic Si with a Drag Turbo. The thing sounded like a Grizzly bear during sex. (HAHAHA that is a funny thought). Dave lines up against a new TransAm. And smokes him like a blunt. The whole SVP fan club goes wild. There were some other good runs and then the cops came as always. I pull up to the next track just east of 880. As I drive up I find myself in line to run against a DelSol. I ask him what he’s got and he says “Header, intake, exhaust… you know, baisics” I told him that I was just driven through but the flagger was already line’n us up. I look behind me and there is a fuck’n Limo! The flagger quickly flags us and we were off. I had him from the get go. I was kinda scared that I would fuck up go’n into third, ‘cuz as Ed and Ryan know, my third gear is almost gone. Fortunately it was cool this time, but I still grinded into it. I throw on my hazards and bust a n e-brake U-turn. I felt good. “This was a sick night! I hope it never ends.” About an hr later after watching my company cell blows up. I had to go into work ASAP. I looked at my watch “3:40” “Holly Shit!” I end up having to work ‘till noon on Saturday- Damn!!!! But it will be cool once I can afford that Turbo!!!! –Peace
-Dex