Outside of the niche group that is the drift community, streeting is rightfully controversial. Realistically, it’s something that a 33-year-old father of one shouldn’t condone – and it definitely isn’t something that he should take photos of on a random Friday night. It’s perhaps a tale best spun as a piece of fiction, especially when memories from that night played out like a scene from a homemade version of the Fast and the Furious. This movie was so low budget, it couldn’t afford proper lights or female extras to break up the sausage party that this activity inevitably attracts.
So instead of saying that I voluntarily spent a Friday evening in some random empty industrial park, let’s just say it was a stroke of fate that I came across the events seen in these photos.
Here’s that piece of fiction I mentioned above:
I had just finished work at the whatever it is you do at 11:30PM in some random industrial area in the middle of nowhere. I was the only person around for miles. As I prepared to start my seven or ten-hour walk home, I suddenly heard the roars of what sounded like a swarm of angry bees.
Naturally I walked towards the swarm of angry bees, only to realize it wasn’t bees as at all. In the distance, I could see what appeared to be a white Toyota Camry doing things that I didn’t even know a Camry could do.
Further off in the distance, I saw what I could only describe as a turbo-powered Ford Probe. Now I thought Probes were FWD, but it would appear that this renegade enthusiast had customized his car to be more like one of those Tokyo Drift cars.
The cars slid around the streets, going this way and that, and their tail lights disappeared into smoke that either came from their tires, engines or exhaust..
Then one of the cars from Final Bout III showed up and I realized something was awry. This couldn’t be real, could it? What are the chances I stumbled upon something so chaotically random in the middle of nowhere?
It was at that point I awoke in my bed. It would seem it was all a dream. Of course it was – I don’t work in some random warehouse district. In fact, I’ve never even been to the place seen in these photos. One would assume that something so chaotic as this would quickly be broken up by local law enforcement. You’d expect red and blue lights to appear, causing people to scatter. The guy holding the camera might be left behind and hide in some bushes until a car full of near-strangers return to pick him up in their Honda Civic.
Lucky for me, nothing like this never happens because I’m a grown-up… And we would never officially condone something of this nature.