Bubba's Awaiting You In Cell Block Three
Street racing has been in existence long before you and I were even born. Its birth dates back to the 1930's alcohol prohibition, as bootleggers suped-up their rides to outrun law enforcement. As years passed, the fascination of men and their vehicles continued to flurry, and drag racing was born; a game of horsepower and bragging rights. Why the history lesson? Because we should never forget the roots of motorsports. All racing you see today in one form or another was attributed to the men who first began building their cars to outrun the cops or throttle down dark alleyways against rival competitors. I won't deny the fact that I was involved in street racing back in the hey-day. Meeting spots around Torrance and the San Fernando Valley were littered with cars looking for a good run-but that was yesterday. Today, things have changed. Stand out on the street for more than an hour, talking amongst friends and checking out cars without a full-on assault of cops is almost unheard of today. Towing cars, arresting bystanders and assessing stiff fines has become a painful reality within the world of street racing. Newly implemented laws within states have green lit cops and city enforcement to confiscate and crush vehicles, as owners fork over licenses and face mandatory jail time. Is it still worth it to most of us? Maybe if you're a trust fund baby or can claim diplomatic immunity-which, chances are, you can't. So watch your back; play it smart when some car pulls up next to you at a stop light. Is that asshole in the beat-down CRX worth your time, money or car? If you answer is yes and you've got your attorney on speed dial, then by all means... But be warned: Mr. Penetrator, ASSassinator, Slick Daddy T.-call him what you want-Bubba in cell block three is ready to apply some forced induction to your exhaust, should you get caught and the judge throw the book at you. Next time you feel the need for adrenaline, head to a sanctioned racetrack and pay the 10 dollars. It just might be the best investment you could ever make towards your car, your life, and you ability to sit in comfort.
Article Found On The Reuters Website:
Sydney (Reuters) - An Australian court issued a blunt warning about the sexual predators a young driver could face in jail, should he not stop speeding, as authorities struggle to stop teenagers from street racing.
"You'll find big, ugly, hairy, strong men (in jail) who've got faces only a mother could love that will pay a lot of attention to you-and your anatomy," said Magistrate Brian Maloney to a 19-year-old male defendant, in Sydney's Downing Center Court on Monday. Charged with driving without a license, failing to stop at a police alcohol check point and driving dangerously, it was his third time before the courts for driving offences, prompting the magistrate's warning he would be jailed next time.
Maloney barred the teenager from driving until 2013, placed him on a 12-month good behavior bond and ordered him to do 150 hours of community work.
Riding Shotgun With The Editors
'95 Nissan Skyline GT-R
Coming back from Tokyo Auto Salon (next issue), I was inspired to go home and drive my RHD R33. Dusting off the key from weeks on non-use, I try firing up the RB. Nothing. Not a click or whir. The battery is more dead than Tila Tequila's career post A Shot at Love. Worse yet, a look at my front right tire reveals that it's flat. I resort to driving my Accord. Sigh.
'05 Subaru WRX
In my never ending obsession to obtain maximum vehicle traction, I continued to hammer-out what remained of my STI's rear fenders. If you recall in our April issue, I butchered up the fenders during the STI vs. EVO event in an attempt to clear my 245/35/18 size tires. During the off-season, the car is going through some changes, refitted with a larger width wheel and more respectable sized 265/35/18 tire. I shall leave you with a photo of the carnage; a shitload of clamps keeping the rear over fender in place as the 3M urethane cures.
'94 Acura Integra
As the Miata went under the wrench to have its prototype Ground Control/Tokico suspension tweaked, I brought my DC2 out of hiding for this month's Fact or Fiction... and realized how much I miss driving this car. The stockpile of parts waiting to go on it to conclude the Ultimate Efficiency tech series continues to grow, as does my desire to build it into a fast and fuel-efficient street car. Keep reading 2NR in the coming months to see it all come together.