I drive a Rice Burner. Or at least how most people refer to my car when they see me driving by and hear the delicious serenade my exhaust sings and catch the lowered stance on my WRX. It’s not for everyone, but I love my baby. It’s the car I’ve always wanted. This admiration doesn’t… Continue reading The Death of Street Racing (or How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love The Fast & The Furious) Pt. 1