Coachella Valley Street Racing

I remember when I first showed up on the PS Street Racing scene... not even 3 years ago, it was 95% hotrodders with your occasional import, which usually was something respectable that would actually throw a challenge or two to some of the hotrod guys. We never had problems. Sat out at indian for hours.. and hours.. all night, sometimes until the brink of sunrise.. the police never bugged us. If they did, it was only a "ok guys it's time to go home now...", no tickets, no boxing in, no harrassment, no BS. There were a number of people, maybe not as great as the numbers you see out there now, but it was still enough to where "someone could get hurt" - funny thing is, by my memory, no one ever did - until the imports came along. Now, I have nothing against imports themselves so let's just forget that idea right now. What I have problems with is these dumbfuck kids who, like mentioned above, just follow their friends.. or race stock hondas with beehives attached to the exhaust.. or bring beer, smoke dope, or generally act like a bunch of dimwitted 2-inch dick losers. After they started to show up in more and more gigantic numbers, tailing one another in caravans down the freeway (as if this wasn't an obvious "we're going street racing, wanna join officer?" to the CHP and local police), causing fights amongst other problems, the true adrenaline junkie racing fiends started paying for the stupidity of a bunch of kids. I'm not sure there's any solution to the problem other than telling hollywood to quit glorifying street racing with shit like "the slow and the curious", but, y'know.. everyone's gotta make their buck (even if vin diesel is a fag). It does make me wonder if the parents of these little racer-wannabes know where their kids are, or what they're up to... or even if they care for the well-being of their children. Y'know, there's such thing as a curfew for a goddamn reason, and I wish the parentals would be a little more attentive to the whereabouts of their offspring. I remember my dad was less than thrilled when I'd call him on occasion and rattle on about the most recent ass-whooping I'd seen at the races, but I was over 18 and 5 states away. What's he gonna do, fly out to smack me upside the head? Well, I'm sure he wanted to.. and I don't doubt that other parents would feel similarly.

Actually, I can pin the police intervention to one particular night - as usual we were gathered at 76 on indian, just BSing, drinking coffee, whatever... and some of the import kids showed up. Not much longer before a fight broke out between a couple of drunken morons that decided it was easier to determine whose dick was bigger by throwing punches rather than simply dropping trou and asking a few girlies to be the judge. The cops showed up, a few were arrested, and we were from there on out shooed from the 76 station every time we'd start to show up... as the numbers grew and the problems became more commonplace, the police intervention got stronger and more noticeable. I've never once, EVER, seen a hotrod driver lose his cool or do anything stupid at the races.. every moron I've ever seen was usually under the age of 18, intoxicated/high, driving an import, and/or just generally stupid.

I haven't been to the (street) races for over a year now.

Nowadays, the track sounds like a perfectly viable option. Sure beats trying to sneak around the law to see a race on public streets. If you're really such hot shit with something to prove, put your money where your mouth is and take it to a place where the clock can be the judge and there are no "I beat you" debates.