Who are the Private Runners?

Posted in Private Runners on 02/02/2013 by private runners

We are a FAMILY.


We look out for each other. We aren’t out to prove a point. We don’t care about winning or losing. We’re out just to have fun and test ourselves. We don’t talk shit, nor judge. A real enthusiast doesn’t do that. When we see an enthusiast, we see their aura. Your aura speaks for itself and shows your true self. We are ghosts, just manifesting to show you that we exist. Catch us haunting the streets.


Live like you’re already dead. Haunt the streets.

Dekotora Shop

Posted in Car culture, Life Style on 01/07/2017 by private runners

Truck Art Utamaro Shop

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YouTube’r Steve POV recently went to visit Utamaro Shop:

He wasn’t kidding how it is like a Super Autobacs for Dekotora Trucks.


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It would be dope to build a Dekotora truck… Picture the Runners pullin’ up to a function in these bad boys!!


Shit, we might even fuck around and make a video like Rich Chigga!!! LOL



Posted in Music on 01/01/2017 by private runners

Start your year off right.



Posted in Music, P. Runner, Private Runners on 01/01/2017 by private runners




Posted in Music, Quickie on 12/12/2016 by private runners

Dedicated to my niggas.
P V T  R U N N E R S

Just because i dont sell drugs dont mean im not out here trappin

Quiet Time

Posted in Abandoned, Quickie, Video on 12/07/2016 by private runners

Shout out to Dan Bell/Film It!

I been a fan of Urbex for awhile now. What I like about Dan Bell’s Quiet Time series is that it captures the solitude of abandoned places. For those who have been to abandoned places, it can really be creepy, disgusting, and dangerous. But outside of all that is pure serenity.

I travel a lot from San Diego to Sacramento. Along the interstate all you see is service stations and motels, some still in service, some long gone and empty. I always wanted to grab a room for a night and check out the surrounding areas. By exploring, you really learn a lot about an area. It’s human nature to explore.

The beginning segment of this video shows an abandoned motel with a carport for each room. I found this very cool. I haven’t seen a motel like this myself, but I heard there are a bunch of these motels (still in service) along Route 66. If I would end up getting a room for a night, I would like to have my car parked in a safe area where I can see and hear it!








I looked up the name Gateway Motel and came across some photos via Abandoned.Earth



 Happy Exploring y’all!

Mischief Night Haunts

Posted in Chilling, P. Runner, Private Runners, Streets on 10/31/2016 by private runners



 “If you look straight up Montongo St and up the hill you can see a tree that has a part down it and a dent where the driver had supposedly crashed into the tree. Supposedly the boy’s ghost haunts the street and sits on the bench next to the tree at night.”


 It might not look scary to you in the photos but go down that street at night, I dare you. LOL so we left that spot and did some late night haunting of our own.













Happy Halloween y’all!



Ghost Story Time

Posted in P. Runner, Stories on 10/19/2016 by private runners


I was in 2nd grade. My older brother and I shared a room and the same bed. One night I couldn’t sleep for shit, I look over at him and he’s knocked the fuck out in dreamland. Our house at that time is located on a bend, so when a car goes down our street, the lights would shine in our room and project on our wall.


Yellow box: Our window (there used to be short bushes in front of our window)

A few cars go down our street. As I was watching the lights projecting on our wall I was staring at the shadows it created. I could see the shadows of the bushes and the blinds. The last car follows through, it was a little slower than the first. I was waiting to see the same image from the light but instead I was shocked. As the car slowly cruised around the bend, the shadow I saw on the wall was two arms and hands pulling a chain. The same motion a person would make to open a gate to a drawbridge in a castle.


(The only good photo I could find to explain the motion lol)

I fucking froze. I felt electricity flowing through my whole body, I wanted to move but couldn’t. Though I was frozen in shock, I was able to move my eyes. Still staring at the wall I look over by our door which was always left open, and I see a dark outline. I finally turn my head and there stood a tall dark mass against the wall at the edge of our door, as if it was staring at me. It was so tall it looked like its “head” was touching the ceiling and had to hunch over to peer into our room. I started screaming and woke up everyone in my house. I was hiding under the blanket and I remember my brother punching me for abruptly waking him.


Black box – Our room
Brown box – Our bed
Grey line – Me
Green line – My brother
White box – Window
Red line – Door
Yellow line – Light projection
Purple line – Shadows on wall
Blue line: Tall dark figure

Months go by and some pipes burst under our house, flooding it. We had to rip out all the carpet and dry everything we had that was on the floor by using the fire place in our living room. My mother slept in the living room by herself on the couch. She wakes up in the middle of the night because she felt a presence. She looks at the fire place and there she sees a tall figure standing next to it. She closes her eyes and starts praying. When she opens her eyes again, it’s gone. Prior to all of these events my mother always told us that she felt some kind of presence in the house. Days go by, our landlord was taking too long to replace the pipes and carpet so we decided to move. On the day we were moving our landlord decides to stop by to say farewell. My mother and the landlord were conversing for a while and when she finally left my mother pulled all of us aside and says “The landlord told me the person who used to live in this house before us was a tall elderly man. He died in this house.”

I remember that night vividly. I can still picture the hands and the links in the chain in my head. The way the tall figure had to bend his neck to the side and hunched over to look into our room still gives me chills just talking about it. I can only imagine the tall figure I saw was the old man who died in the house (I hope). But what puzzles me is what were the arms and chains I saw? What did it represent? Was that even him?