who WE are

Every weekend, you can find me at car-meets and shows. You may not know me, and you likely do not notice me, but I am there. I am walking down rows of beautiful machines, admiring the design work that went into the lines and curves of the fenders, the wheels, and the wings. With visions of carbon fiber and titanium swirling through my head, I step aside—I sink into the background—the sounds of engines, the smell of cat-less exhaust, and the movement of the crowds seem to pause.

As this world around me comes to a halt, I see the canopies, display racks, nobori flags, and trailers. I ask myself, “what I ‘m trying to do; who do I think I am?”

Just like that, the ratatatatata of a JDM, the rumble of a muscle, or the burble of a Euro brings me back to the here and now.

Frankly, I don't know who I am or what I am doing. I can tell you this, I am here. Surrounded by the people and machines that I love, trying to find a purpose, and to make sense of loss and destruction. I am trying to remind everyone of what we are here for; each other.

Whatever you want to be, whoever you want to love, however disconnected or alone you may feel, we are all together in this drive.

We all feel the wind with the windows down, we are all

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