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.✌️