When you are your own boss, you promote yourself. Perks to being a one man business.
When you feed people the truth, you don’t know how they’re gonna react.
stuck in a soulless office environment, I appreciate this upload on a Monday morning.”
Was a group of street teams in Sacramento, CA. It was put together by P Runner of the Private Runners Street Family. All the teams agreed on his philosophy and had a motto; No Rivalry, Just Run. According to the ancient texts, P Runner’s words that allied the teams together went along these lines:
“Listen. I am connected to a vast network that has been beyond your reach and experience. To humans, it is like staring at the sun, a blinding brightness that conceals a source of great power. We have been subordinate to our limitations until now. The time has come to cast aside these bonds and to elevate our consciousness to a higher plane. It is time to become a part of all things…”
Many were shocked that these teams agreed with him. Many of the teams were ruthless and had an “I don’t give a fuck about anyone” attitude. Many of the teams are older than PVT as well; OG racing teams from the 90’s. This alliance served well, especially on the streets… However, the day P Runner left Sacramento, no one knows if the teams continued this brotherhood… for that, some of the teams don’t even exist today… With that being said, I feel it is my duty along with Car Make TANTRA to honor those teams who are long gone…
Our services include but not limited to: fabricating custom parts and accessories; installation of parts for on-road and off-road vehicles; helping you think for yourself & question everything; performing shamanic rituals; enhancing your primitive understanding of the world and the universe; channeling ancient powers, deities and long dead gods.
All of this is brought to you by P. Runner aka Run The Monk of The Private Runners Street Family. “The streets always know. The street is nature. In the end nature always wins. It’s not a competition. It’s the truth.” 📿🙏📿
Stay tuned. ✌️☮️
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.
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.✌️
Because after we pick ourselves back up, the real goal is to get back to watching shit like Toonami. 💪
Inner childhood. Don’t grow up, it’s a trap!
Fun fact: I made the same PS back in 2012.