After bringing the viewfinder to eye level, I see that a brilliant yellow light emanates from the direction of the corner, which is just one hundred feet away. When I turn around, I see a Toyota Cresta rounding the corner in a beautiful drift, directly in front of a patchwork Nissan 180sx, a Panda AE86, and a screaming Silvia S15. The light immediately vanishes as a piercing shriek drift hunters fills the air, and then it suddenly blinds me a minute later.

The air is filled with the aroma of burning rubber, and I feel a shudder go down my spine as I automatically take a step back before continuing. One by one, the four turbo-powered drift missiles crash past, just a few inches away from my lens. It seems as if a stampede of a thousand bulls is taking place. The earth under me trembles.

I have had a fascination with automobiles for as long as I can remember. Above the bed in my racing car, I had a poster of the Lamborghini Countach, which is a stereotypical vehicle. Prior to obtaining my driver's license, I spent my time practicing my driving abilities in Gran Turismo and investing my money from my part-time job in the arcade machine in the mall dedicated to Initial D.