September 2014 – PRIVATE RUNNERS STREET FAMILY

Gold Star’s trek to Final Bout

My boys of Gold Star made a trek from mine and their home town of Sacramento, CA to compete in Final Bout.

I met Angel few years back through my friend Joseph. Chill ass dude for sure. On my last night in Sacramento, Joseph and Angel along with some of the members of Gold Star came to my farewell dinner. We drank, stuff ourselves with sushi and chatted about car life. From there I knew these guys are out there for the love of drifting and to have fun doing it.

“We all pulled in at the same time. Got out of our cars, and said ‘Fuckin aye, we did this.’ We didn’t care if we won, we didn’t care if we lost, it just happen. It was incredible. Final Bout, it wasn’t just the driving, it was the people.” – Angel GldStr

I made Private Runners

because this is who I am. This is my lifestyle.

Though, I constantly look over my shoulder for police, I love this shit. Like Mobb Deep said “…as long as I’m alive ima live illegal…” We all break the law one way or another. Those that live the similar car lifestyle, will have some kind of modification done to their cars that isn’t legal for public roads. i.e., when you pull out fresh new coilovers from the box, the instructions read, “For off road use only.”

A few months back, my Street Family was misconceived. One person and his peers thought of PVT as some “ricer-ass poseurs.” I informed him we’re more about lifestyle. As I was about to continue with the explanation of the lifestyle, I halted. I came to the conclusion that I didn’t have to justify shit. For when you feel you have to justify yourself to a stranger, you automatically fall under their devilish thought process, like you have to prove something to them. Never let anyone get the best of you. I’m the type that lets my actions be my answers. Period. Private Runners is my lifestyle. I don’t live it only a few hours of the day. I wake up, breathe, eat and endure it every second. We squashed it after that and never spoke again.

There’s a saying that goes when you create a “fan base” there’s always haters that will straggle along. AND that’s fine. I greet all people the same way, with open arms; friends, strangers, and foes. And after we cross paths I wish the best for you.

On a lighter note, I’ve been seeing how people around the world are using the term “Private Runner” and it’s quite interesting. I’ve been seeing it across Europe, Spain, and South America. Some hardcore law breaking folks in Malaysia took my term as a “style of car” which I thought was pretty dope.

I’ll have to admit, it’s been awhile since I went on a REAL Private Run. Honestly, it’s because I’ve been focusing on my career. I have bills to pay and I plan on starting my own family soon. Even though I have a full time job, I’m always hustling to make extra dough. Not to mention, that I help out with sales at my old shop back in Sac.

A few days ago I met Brandon, the owner of Bowls LA. This is the guy who made the recent kanjo documentary,”The Kanjozoku.” He complimented my weblogs and said, “I actually took some of your content and used it in the documentary.” lol I thought that was pretty cool, because when I watched the film I was like “Hey, I have those photos!” He’s cool a dude for sure. He’s hustling everyday with his shop. Unlike the folks who want misunderstand us and talk shit. That’s what separates us from “them.” We keep doing what we do and do what we love. We don’t talk shit or dwell on negativity. For that just creates more negative energy.

Road racing is the most hardcore elements in the car culture. I plan on getting back into tracking again. There’s a Auto-X course about 20 mins from where I live. It’s been four years since I’ve participated. I’ve been meaning to hit that up once time permits, as well as hitting up a road course in the future. I have nothing to prove on the track. Just develop better and new skills. When you work on your “craft” you work on yourself.

I see a bright future with all my Street Family members. We will all keep doing what we do. Substance will always over power hype. Always be original and have substance.

Peace peace y’all.

This applies to everything

Be original yall!!!!

Aish Tamid

Every person has a fire, a flame, that nothing can put it out.

“Yeah I paint the scene so you could see, the city’s picking up speed
I’m on a bench 14th street, taxi’s streaming yellow streaks
Spears piercing through my ears, you could hear the traffic speak
Jack hammers drill smacking through the cracking concrete
Buildings filled with windowsills spilled tangled telephone wires
Signs sparking neon lights flash like wild fire
My insides rise I start to feel paralyzed
Let out a sigh-a melody blew by- like an ancient war cry
the way the sunlight hit the leaves it really caught my eye,
glistening’ listening’ to the breeze dancing’ through the leaves on the trees, freeze, the city goes in slow motion like a dream

See I’m left empty like the temple turned into a fox den
Bus fumes dripping spitting into city summer sun
Sifting through the ash dimly lit vision listening
To the hiss lifting off a nighttime ocean
Shim, shim, shimmering singeing hair on my skin
whispering where ya been, where ya been, where ya been

See from amidst the darkness set sail with the softness
Breeze traveling across the seas arisen from within Mt. Zion
Wind coming in picking up momentum
Cutting crisply through the thickness riding on a rhythm
Like a roller coaster sizzling, twisting down the mountain
ripping rocket ship exploding like a fountain
overflowing spilling through the courtyards of Jerusalem
Busting through the rubble, bubbling drying up our puddles
Uncovering debris lifting up the fallen arisen within
to reach the yiddin even in Manhattan
exposed menorah glowing in the shadows of destruction
trailblazing through affliction
brushing off the branches golden
standing firm flames dancing
Like a lion roaring raising out of nothing
Flames dancing like a lion roaring
Flames dancing like a lion roaring
FLAMES DANCING LIKE A LION ROARING!”

Matisyahu was sitting on a bench on 14th street moments before the plans stuck the towers on 9/11. I posted the live edition of this song and the last verse’s because I feel this version holds a lot of power behind it. I feel one of his expressions of Aish Tamid, is that sometimes people forget about that eternal flame within them. Sometimes that flame remembers you, even during moments of destruction and turmoil. Your body is a temple holding that flame just as the Temple of Jerusalem did. Though the temple is empty today, it does not stop us from rebuilding our temple, the one that holds our flame. If your flame makes its appearance showing that you forgotten it, what will you do now that you discovered/rediscovered it?

Peace peace yall.

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