Glory Days

I’m glad I can look back at my glory days and be happy that I never tracked my car because the streets is where my heart is at. I am also happy that I don’t do that shit no more, but don’t get it twisted, that past life is what motivates me til this very second and gives me pure nostalgia every time I think about it.

“Does street racing count?” Yup! In my case it’s Street Running. Even the few auto cross events I’ve attended, I was just teasing myself. Who the fuck was I foolin!? I was always dreaming of running in the streets! 😁👹
Mmhmm. I passed you on this wheel and tire set up. I could of easily ran a Toyo R888 but as my brother Hex would say “those are cheater tires” RUN WHAT YOU GOT.

It doesn’t matter if it’s Wangan Running or Kanjo Running, it’s all Roulette Running at the end of the day. Whether it’s Osaka or Tokyo (or the streets of Sacramento) it’s all the same. The thrill of running is different than an organized race event. Only the ones who do it and have done it can relate. I had nothing to prove back then and I still have nothing to prove now. Long live the glory days.✌️

Believe in yourself

And create your own destiny.

Don’t fear failure.

So What

It’s Saturday night. You just got off of work from a 6 day work week and you’re walking toward an alley way in Japan that’s full of little bars. You’re looking for a spot that has a nice atmosphere and chill music, maybe even have a drink, but that’s not a priority. Amidst the glowing lights of all the bars you faintly hear some Jazz music playing… you walk towards it and stumble upon a cozy spot playing Miles Davis… it’s a listening bar.

You ask the owner what’s the name of this place? He responds “TANTRA”

As the song fades, it’s almost like it starts over. You’re thinking “is it on repeat?” But no, it’s not…

Time slips by as if you were in a tantric daze. You completely forget about all your problems and have a self realization. Keep places like this close in your heart and memories. Visit again when you need to let go. ✌️