Paddy
Well-Known Member
The below is an article I've written for another site to show them who we really are. I wanted to show them the reality of our culture, hope I've done us some justice...
The Boyracer's
Photos taken at "W3" Cruise last year, the night began at Motor Mile on the Cork road, People wandering from one car to the next, appreciating it's shape and form...
Crowds Gather around a Civic. (f/4, 1/250th, ISO 200)
It wasn't long before we were leaving, heading towards our hopeful location for the night. The sun seemed to hold over the horizon,teasing us with our needed cover of darkness as we settled into the Tramore Carpark. It wasn't long before we were ready, a careful parking layout left just enough room in the middle for somebody to play...
The first contender of the night. (f/2.8, 1/4 sec, ISO 200)
With the commotion came the attention, People, no, families were wandering through the cars amazed at what they were watching, They had respect for us. They finally understood that we arent joyriding scum. The action settled with the arrival of the Gardai. The mood became chilled, as we wandered around taking in our surroundings. Meeting people we only knew as Alias's online, new friends. Thats the thing about us, we show no discrimination against race, religion or culture. Why? Because we all are the one.
Toyota Corolla AE86 Trueno just off the boat from Japan... (f/2.8, 2 seconds, ISO 200)
Tramore amusements cast the only light on the night (f/2.8, 1 sec, ISO 200)
The night was not getting any younger, we decided together to move on. A word was never spoken. Call it instinct. As quick as we arrived we were gone again, with only a few black circles on the ground to show we were ever there in the first place.
Well, maybe not the only light... (f/3.2, 2 sec, ISO 200)
We returned to town, the city stopped to look at this convoy that snaked back to the horizon. Cheers from drunk's falling from the Niteclubs. We awaited instructions at the Shell Station on the Cork Rd.
"Light 'em up!" They shouted. We only smiled back and creeped along...
The crowd awaits... (f/2.8, 1/4 sec, ISO 200)
It wasnt long before we were moving again, this time only up the road. Somebody got the security codes for the Business Park gates. We could lock ourselves away from the world. It didnt take long for the rubber to be layed down, A few Hachirokus were out doing synchronised rings... around a guy completely in the nip...
A Hachi marks it terroritory... (f/2.8, 1/4 sec, ISO 200)
What I've described here only scratches the surface of what happened that night. We are not anything like what you've seen on the big and small screen. We are artists. We sculpt and mould with Fiberglass and filler. With a wrench and screwdriver. Blood, sweat and oil goes into these cars. So, the next time you see a boyracer, dont dismiss him or her as scum. Remember who we are.
The Boyracer's
Photos taken at "W3" Cruise last year, the night began at Motor Mile on the Cork road, People wandering from one car to the next, appreciating it's shape and form...
Crowds Gather around a Civic. (f/4, 1/250th, ISO 200)
It wasn't long before we were leaving, heading towards our hopeful location for the night. The sun seemed to hold over the horizon,teasing us with our needed cover of darkness as we settled into the Tramore Carpark. It wasn't long before we were ready, a careful parking layout left just enough room in the middle for somebody to play...
The first contender of the night. (f/2.8, 1/4 sec, ISO 200)
With the commotion came the attention, People, no, families were wandering through the cars amazed at what they were watching, They had respect for us. They finally understood that we arent joyriding scum. The action settled with the arrival of the Gardai. The mood became chilled, as we wandered around taking in our surroundings. Meeting people we only knew as Alias's online, new friends. Thats the thing about us, we show no discrimination against race, religion or culture. Why? Because we all are the one.
Toyota Corolla AE86 Trueno just off the boat from Japan... (f/2.8, 2 seconds, ISO 200)
Tramore amusements cast the only light on the night (f/2.8, 1 sec, ISO 200)
The night was not getting any younger, we decided together to move on. A word was never spoken. Call it instinct. As quick as we arrived we were gone again, with only a few black circles on the ground to show we were ever there in the first place.
Well, maybe not the only light... (f/3.2, 2 sec, ISO 200)
We returned to town, the city stopped to look at this convoy that snaked back to the horizon. Cheers from drunk's falling from the Niteclubs. We awaited instructions at the Shell Station on the Cork Rd.
"Light 'em up!" They shouted. We only smiled back and creeped along...
The crowd awaits... (f/2.8, 1/4 sec, ISO 200)
It wasnt long before we were moving again, this time only up the road. Somebody got the security codes for the Business Park gates. We could lock ourselves away from the world. It didnt take long for the rubber to be layed down, A few Hachirokus were out doing synchronised rings... around a guy completely in the nip...
A Hachi marks it terroritory... (f/2.8, 1/4 sec, ISO 200)
What I've described here only scratches the surface of what happened that night. We are not anything like what you've seen on the big and small screen. We are artists. We sculpt and mould with Fiberglass and filler. With a wrench and screwdriver. Blood, sweat and oil goes into these cars. So, the next time you see a boyracer, dont dismiss him or her as scum. Remember who we are.
