I am concerned

about the world.


“We live in an era where our cities are armed with steel and concrete. Computers and electronics barricade our minds. It doesn’t change the fact that there exists a lot of strange phenomena, bizarre beyond reason or logic. Most folks just don’t see them. That’s because we cling to order to any tiny happiness that comes our way and we bust our humps to blind ourselves with our desires and our pleasures.

We all have our own problems we’re facing that we need to focus on…

With the race for the white house going on and all the other bullshit going on in the world such as War, (which is a global economic phenomenon) it’s hard to focus on our task and our individual role of “being what is necessary.”

It’s to the point where it will make you concerned and border line scared. This is our future on the line here. Although, we as human beings can adapt and progress, it’s the obstacles that are put in front of us that are the stress makers in life. How much bullshit can we endure before we really get angry and say “fuck this shit!” It’s really pushing me to the edge. Every form of life is precious, therefore it has value. That value should not be determined by someone who has “higher power/authority” over you. Who the fuck are they to judge? We need to rise up and let them hear our voices. That is the impact the world needs to hear and see. Stop blinding yourself and do something that benefits everyone. Be selfless. Now ask yourself, “Am I doing my daily tasks for bragging rights/popularity?” If so, that is the biggest form of selfishness. That is the epitome of a “FUCK BOY/GIRL.”

No single person can change the world, it takes the world to change the world.


“I’m a human being goddamn it! My life has VALUE!”

I Can Feel The City…

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This photographer is dope. His name is Lukasz Kazimierz.

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It’s been awhile since a photo really grabbed me and made me feel as if I was actually there to view the cityscape. Just like in the photographs.

After looking into his work and watching his mini documentary video, he described how I feel about street photography. But photography aside, it’s also how I feel about the streets itself.

“I’m a passive observer, I’m not trying to force a story or force a narrative, this is what it is.”

My eyes are the lenses that I use to capture moments in time.

In the track Respiration, Mos Def says, “I can feel the city breathing…”

The streets speak for itself. When I used to roam the streets, I met all walks of life. I kicked it with the best and I kicked it with the worst. I met the good, the bad, the lonely, the dangerous, you name it. At times I felt my life might be on the line. The streets are mundane but if you dissect it, there is beauty within it. The night has a myriad of different faces. Some are alive, some are not… But that depends on what your definition of being “alive” is. When you are alone in the early AM hours, you notice the city is alive. Car culture aside, that is what PVT Runner’s are about. This is our foundation.

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  • – P. Runner

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.


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

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.

I’m mad as hell

Here’s a clip from the movie Network (1976).
It’s funny, his speech matches today’s society.

“I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s worth, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad – worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot – I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad. You’ve got to say, ‘I’m a HUMAN BEING, God damn it! My life has VALUE!’ “


It’s time to get MAD!

What’s your definition

of Carboy/Cargirl spirit?

For those who don’t know, Carboy is a magazine in Japan that covers anything and everything that deals with tuning cars.

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People have been using the term “Carboy” the same way as the word “car enthusiast” and/or a true “gear head”.

My question is: What’s your definition of the term?


“You may not agree with what they cover. You may scoff at their latest feature. But at the end of the day I will support any and all automotive blogs and sites that I can. True Carboy spirit.” – @team_not_you


“Someone who is obsessed with cars but at a more technical level, has one or more cars, that he/she constantly works on themselves and/or drives with spirit but usually both… someone with these attributes and knowledge I would consider to be a carboy or have carboy spirit.” – Team Limit/Limit Auto/Grip Burglars

Some definitions from the street family:

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“Giving it hell and having fun doing it! While, enjoying what you’ve built, the culture, and friends you make along the way.” – @stache4cash


“Carboy spirit is just staying true and loyal to the game. Loving the culture and having fun with it. Not doing it because it’s the trend or how would you say “faking the funk”. You know you’re in love with cars when you just sit and stare at it for no apparent reason and just admire it (which is what I do btw) lol . Always striving to expand your cars capabilities and go beyond it’s limits. That’s what carboy spirit is. At least to me.” – @_dirtydanz


“Being passionate about what you like and respecting what you don’t.” – @miss_ej1


“Only you know your car. And how much love, passion, and effort you put into it. The car shows and reflects a piece of that person’s aura. When I look at your car or Kitty’s car I see you guys in them; Tougel in his EF, etc. People’s personalities shining through their build.” – @midnightmenu


“Carboy/Cargirl is simply an enthusiast of unbiased love for car life” – @killer_kunoichi


“My outlook, love the culture and have fun with it. You know you love cars in general when you look at the ones that you see everyday and wonder why the company built it and the purpose they wanted it to serve to the consumer. I spend countless minutes (and many cigarettes) of my days staring at mine and Kitty’s cars thinking about what I should do next. No need to rush things. Take your time to figure out what you want to do next. Aim to change the way a lot of people look at the culture. Be you. Be your own style. Follow your element. Don’t attend to negativity, for that just generates more negative energy. Be in your own world, make everything CʘʘL in your eyes. Drive to clear your mind. Drive to test yourself. When you work on your driving, you work on yourself.”
– @Private_Runner

“I remember watching Scarface the first time

look at that big house, that Porsche paid for by crime. ‘How could I sell this poison to my peoples’ in my mind? They dumb and destroy themselves is how I rationalize” – Nas






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I stumbled upon some folks making fake Osaka JDM products. Who they are doesn’t matter, it’s the fact that people are buying them. This offends not only the originators who made the product but also the enthusiast that supports the culture. I can’t stop people from buying fake or “replica” products, but if you like how the REAL product looks and you respect the people behind it then save up to buy the real deal. And if it’s an item that you can’t buy, don’t go and make it so you can rock it on your car and/or sell it.

I also been thinking about the bandwagon folks who are just now learning about a culture that’s been around for decades and are just now catching on. Misusing the word makes you look and sound like you lack knowledge. How can all of this be fixed? I thought about it and I decided, FUCK IT. Let them “destroy themselves” that is how I rationalize. Don’t try too hard now, please invest in quality and real parts if you’re going to hop on the bandwagon and go for that “look”. Stop buying crack. Get the real, pure shit.

Recently I saw a profile on Instagram that someone is claiming they are part of the Private Runner Street Family. I found it by checking the #privaterunners. Hash tags are open to anyone and everyone to use. But don’t get it twisted folks, yall know who the real PVT Runners are. We aren’t street racers, we aren’t kanjo racers (real kanjo racers are from Osaka), and we don’t have show cars. PVT isn’t a trend. It’s not a hype neither.

Peace peace yall.