(Day's note: Part of the rejuvenation of this blog was to include an expansion of subject material. I know it's usually all about the hot dogs, but I'd like a chance to expand my focus and include more of what I love. Feel free to leave a comment and tell me how you feel about the new subject material.)
The motoring hobby is a dwindling bunch and it’s always reassuring to meet someone new that shares that four wheeled passion. I met my friend Sam though Kevi. She introduced us not long after the start of our relationship and used our mutual enthusiasm for driving as jumpstart. In the few years I’ve known him, he has jumped head first into the sport of drifting, documenting his progress along the way.
I certainly never “got” drifting. I mean, sure, I’ve slid my car around multiple loop on-ramps, spun it in parking lots, and played with throttle steer before, but the sport itself never made sense to me. This is one of the many reasons I’m grateful for Sam’s friendship. Going out to see him on amateur nights and watching his videos has opened my mind a little bit. The focus of his films gives a great look at the personalities in the sport all the while providing full throttle slide porn that makes it so spectator friendly.
Last week, Sam came over for a drink and showed us his latest video. He’s really been honing his craft and it’s a pleasure to be along for the ride. So it’s beyond those eye-rolls the lady throws at us while we’re swapping stories over a beer late at night. It’s inspiring to see someone pursuing such an expensive hobby with limited resources and zero abandon. Our split in taste (I wouldn’t really give much of a second glance to his bugeye WRX, nor would he swoon over my S197 Mustang GT) hasn’t prohibited us from bonding over a similar interest. We share an affinity for the internal combustion engine. The fact that we both want to go fast and even, sometimes, sideways inspires me to do more with my hobby.
It’s somewhat rare to find like-minded individuals the older I get. A lot of people don’t think it’s “cool” or “sustainable” to be into the hobby. Every time I fire up the 4.6 in a parking garage, or nail a heel-toe rev match on a mountain road, I don’t really care about how “cool” or “sustainable” I’m being. It’s ingrained. I take it very personally when someone tells me “nice car”. Just the same as I give my boss a hard time when he brags about the mileage he wrings out of his Prius on his daily commute.
My car has been the source of much inspiration for me. Just like the time I spent cleaning it today inspired me to write this, running out second gear in the twisties tends to fire up my creative brain. I hope I’ll have a venue to engage that impulse here.