Cruising around all summer for 12-16 hours strait just hunting down other cars to race and meeting new people, cruising in packs with others.

Knowing what intersections you will get air at.

Driving on the highway in packs without headlights on at night, top speed runs, endless burnouts and drifting.

Having memorable break downs like the countless engine or electrical fires, rims flying off. Nitrous explosions, rear ends blowing.

The intense heat and sweating from driving around without AC and having the heat on full blast during the middle of summer to not overheat.

Wheelies on the street. Reverse burnouts. Crying from methanol.

Having your car being the opposite of aerodynamic do it tries to fly and have light af steering.

Manual steering, manual brakes, 50 year old 4 wheel drum brakes on a 600 hp tank. Lap seat belts if any. Steering wheel columns that impale you if you crash, no safety features.

The smell of unburnt fuel. Indians torque at an idle. A lumpy cam in a big block v8, just the fucking sound omg.

Having your whole car shake violently just idling, as your motor shake through the hood cut out. Carb backfires, fire...

Going sideways at highways speeds, getting pulled over by cops and then understanding why you’re doing what you’re doing.

Going to fill up at the same gas station multiple times in a day, flirting with the staff.

Making small children cry by reviving near them, making anyone riding with you fear for their life.

Just rambling but so much more holy fuck