Okay I thought it would be cool to hear about all of the stories people have about their frist time drifting, what made them decide to drift, what they were thinking when they first drifted and how they felt afterward. Since I began the thread I will start out with my story.
It all started two years ago, my brother, enlisted in the army and after his basic training, was based in hawaii. Within weeks of him being there he got involved in the Drift scene, he bought himelf a Rx7 and began to go touge. He would call me and tell me about how he is doing a new kind of racing and I would take no attention, I thought it was just like the street races we would go to in Mira Mesa, California. But I would soon learn that it wasn't. After I wrecked my first car, I got myself a cheap Rx-7. I did not know anything about what you could do with that thing except to drive it fast, then my brother came home on leave. He said, "So you got an Rx7 huh? How's about you let me drive it?" Since my brother taught me how to drive and drag race I figured you know what why not? After all he taught me all I know. We hopped in the car and we took off out of my driveway. We drove for a while and he told me about how he joined a team in Hawaii called More Quicklier Racing and how he did this type of racing called drifting. When he mentioned the term drifting I just got a really confused look on my face and he saw it. He stopped the car. We were at the top of old julian highway, a winding road with three hairpin turns and a few other treacherous turns, he turned to me and smiled, "You ready to see what drifting is?" I gulped, he had the same look on his face as when he first showed how to drag race. I said, "Yeah sure lets see what this drifting thing is." Then my life stopped, we went through a few turns rather quickly and I asked him, "hey aren't you taking those turns a little fast?" My brother just laughed and said, "Relax you haven't seen fast yet." Then a cold chill came over me, Oh my god what did I get myself into. We barreled towards the first hairpin turn all the signs were saying 15MPH! My brother was going 60! "Uh Richard, hey hey Oh my god!" My brother approached the turn, braked in a way I have never seen before, then he pulled the car away from the turn then in! My tires began to make a noise I had never heard before we were facing the inside of the turn my brother was in second and was acting as relaxed as can be, and he then engaged second and pushed our way out of the turn. "What the hell was that?!" I asked in astonishment. "That is what you call a drift." He replied in a very matter-of-fact way. The rest of the drive consisted of him telling me about what his technique is and silence during the hairpins. A whole new world opened to me and you traveled through this world sideways. Ever since then I was hooked my brother took me on a run every night either on Old Julian Highway, Highland Valley, or empty school and wal-mart parking lots. I learned more than I ever thought I could. It changed my life permanently, right now my brother is in Afghanistan and I am here still working on my technique. Soon my brother will be home with his turbo, and my poor Rx-7 has just passed away two days ago. I am now in search of a different car, a better car, a 1986 Toyota Corolla. I am currently stuck with my grandparents 1996 Altima which was given to me a couple months ago when my car began to show problems. Now I am beginning to look for a way of trading this altima, which is quite fun to drive if you like that kind of thing and trying to get a corolla. I love the way they look and i love the way they sound. I hope to get my hands on one soon, because I do not how long I can go without drifting a car of my own. I am even beginning to take out the Z's from mossy nissan of poway. Nevertheless my search will continue for my next drift machine until then I will use my friends cars. Drifting changed my life and it does to everyone who is touched by it, it is not just a type of motorsport it is a way of life.
It all started two years ago, my brother, enlisted in the army and after his basic training, was based in hawaii. Within weeks of him being there he got involved in the Drift scene, he bought himelf a Rx7 and began to go touge. He would call me and tell me about how he is doing a new kind of racing and I would take no attention, I thought it was just like the street races we would go to in Mira Mesa, California. But I would soon learn that it wasn't. After I wrecked my first car, I got myself a cheap Rx-7. I did not know anything about what you could do with that thing except to drive it fast, then my brother came home on leave. He said, "So you got an Rx7 huh? How's about you let me drive it?" Since my brother taught me how to drive and drag race I figured you know what why not? After all he taught me all I know. We hopped in the car and we took off out of my driveway. We drove for a while and he told me about how he joined a team in Hawaii called More Quicklier Racing and how he did this type of racing called drifting. When he mentioned the term drifting I just got a really confused look on my face and he saw it. He stopped the car. We were at the top of old julian highway, a winding road with three hairpin turns and a few other treacherous turns, he turned to me and smiled, "You ready to see what drifting is?" I gulped, he had the same look on his face as when he first showed how to drag race. I said, "Yeah sure lets see what this drifting thing is." Then my life stopped, we went through a few turns rather quickly and I asked him, "hey aren't you taking those turns a little fast?" My brother just laughed and said, "Relax you haven't seen fast yet." Then a cold chill came over me, Oh my god what did I get myself into. We barreled towards the first hairpin turn all the signs were saying 15MPH! My brother was going 60! "Uh Richard, hey hey Oh my god!" My brother approached the turn, braked in a way I have never seen before, then he pulled the car away from the turn then in! My tires began to make a noise I had never heard before we were facing the inside of the turn my brother was in second and was acting as relaxed as can be, and he then engaged second and pushed our way out of the turn. "What the hell was that?!" I asked in astonishment. "That is what you call a drift." He replied in a very matter-of-fact way. The rest of the drive consisted of him telling me about what his technique is and silence during the hairpins. A whole new world opened to me and you traveled through this world sideways. Ever since then I was hooked my brother took me on a run every night either on Old Julian Highway, Highland Valley, or empty school and wal-mart parking lots. I learned more than I ever thought I could. It changed my life permanently, right now my brother is in Afghanistan and I am here still working on my technique. Soon my brother will be home with his turbo, and my poor Rx-7 has just passed away two days ago. I am now in search of a different car, a better car, a 1986 Toyota Corolla. I am currently stuck with my grandparents 1996 Altima which was given to me a couple months ago when my car began to show problems. Now I am beginning to look for a way of trading this altima, which is quite fun to drive if you like that kind of thing and trying to get a corolla. I love the way they look and i love the way they sound. I hope to get my hands on one soon, because I do not how long I can go without drifting a car of my own. I am even beginning to take out the Z's from mossy nissan of poway. Nevertheless my search will continue for my next drift machine until then I will use my friends cars. Drifting changed my life and it does to everyone who is touched by it, it is not just a type of motorsport it is a way of life.
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