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[Lert]

So which one of you was blasting down 270 east on the north side today at easily 110? Silver gti, no judgment just wondering.

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[_cruster]

Nice try, officer.


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[Jedimk7]

Nice try, officer.


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Ha ha good answer [emoji16][emoji106]

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[Corprin]

Nice try, FBI.

FTFY

 

[Lert]

I mean if I was in my gti I would have chased but I was helping move the woman so had my dads truck.

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[vj123]

Everyone here strictly follow speed limits [emoji4]

 

[Corprin]

Everyone here strictly follow speed limits [emoji4]

When I was young, just before the dawn of the street racing explosion in the SF Bay, we were quite the clandestine group. It was rare to see a stoplight standoff, or jackasses racing through freeway traffic. We did it for the love of the sport and respected the public to a degree. Yes we raced on public roads, yes we ripped up and down the mountain passes, but all was done when most people are blissfully unaware asleep in their beds. There was a mutual respect with LEO, and we didn’t push the limits too far. I distinctly remember on night we were racing on Bailey, with an SJPD Officer, SCCo Deputy, and IBM’s security in the audience for a few hours. This was the mid to late 90s and it was good.

This was when the internet was beginning to really take its toll. Word got out from the “Blue and Yellow” to the revamped SRO, to mobile smog checks, HUGE busts in places like North First and Gateway. The once underground and respectful subculture was invaded by pompous assholes that didn’t give a rip about keeping that rapport with authority and the public. Accidents, bystander deaths, drugs, and open acts of violence. Basically anything that would catch a negative ire, had made its way in. A select few, the OG crews wound conduct “fight nights” where we returned to our covert roots, and race till dawn unabated. All while the idiots in Milpitas would line 200+ cars on 880 with their hazard lights on as they filled venue after venue, only to be trapped and arrested/impounded.

Then... The Fast and the Furious dropped. Sigh.

Now, those young racers are adults in our 40s and 50s. We still have our quick cars, but have become a bit more tame as we are no longer invincible as we were in those days. Speeds are kept within 10-15 of the limit, and while I’ve been known to touch 100-120 in the recent years, it’s on a track or empty stretch of road away from all in the middle of the night. I can afford all the track time I want, and am proud I haven’t got a traffic citation in 20yrs.

So, yeah, some of us judge mental asses in the forums and such stick to around the speed limit and don’t race around traffic. Because we are older, wiser, andfinally realize how quickly shit can go south, and want to avoided that. We got the “nothing is going to happen to me” out of our systems when the golden age of street racing was here and twilighted when the scene turned to shit.


TLDR: GET OFF MY LAWN!

/soapbox

 

[JerseyDrew77]

I remember the scene before the internet and Google ruined it. It was a lot better and more "tight knit", IMO, than what it is today. Us OG's are a thing of the past and are few to come by these days.

 

[johnnloki]

When I was in high school, we all knew that at age 25, insurance rates would start dropping. 25 was the magic age that we all waited for, we dreamt of that magic birthday when we'd get affordable premiums as a present.

"Then... the Fast and the Furious dropped."

And that right there meant that I have waited through around 15 years of good driving for my insurance rates finally to drop. After F&f, the newspapers were filled with stories of magic billion hp nitrous, aftermarket parts of dubious origin, and cops impounding and crushing cars.

Eventually, they imposed a 50km/h over penalty of a massive 2k-10k fine, a week long impound and a week long license suspension, and things mostly calmed down on the highways.

Consequently for a while a lot of the time radars wouldn't bother if you were only going 45 over because they'd miss their quota completing 55 over, and so the unofficial cruise control speed limit became 40 km/hr over.

I have been in a higher risk age demo the entire time I've been driving, until very recently. Thanks Vin Diesel and Paul Walker.

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[Lert]

My insurance is pretty inexpensive and I got the policy at 24, 26 now. Actually it went down when I bought the gti when it was a honda crv before.

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[johnnloki]

Be happy it's not 2003.

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[GroceryGTIer]

When I was young, just before the dawn of the street racing explosion in the SF Bay, we were quite the clandestine group. It was rare to see a stoplight standoff, or jackasses racing through freeway traffic. We did it for the love of the sport and respected the public to a degree. Yes we raced on public roads, yes we ripped up and down the mountain passes, but all was done when most people are blissfully unaware asleep in their beds. There was a mutual respect with LEO, and we didn’t push the limits too far. I distinctly remember on night we were racing on Bailey, with an SJPD Officer, SCCo Deputy, and IBM’s security in the audience for a few hours. This was the mid to late 90s and it was good.

This was when the internet was beginning to really take its toll. Word got out from the “Blue and Yellow” to the revamped SRO, to mobile smog checks, HUGE busts in places like North First and Gateway. The once underground and respectful subculture was invaded by pompous assholes that didn’t give a rip about keeping that rapport with authority and the public. Accidents, bystander deaths, drugs, and open acts of violence. Basically anything that would catch a negative ire, had made its way in. A select few, the OG crews wound conduct “fight nights” where we returned to our covert roots, and race till dawn unabated. All while the idiots in Milpitas would line 200+ cars on 880 with their hazard lights on as they filled venue after venue, only to be trapped and arrested/impounded.

Then... The Fast and the Furious dropped. Sigh.

Now, those young racers are adults in our 40s and 50s. We still have our quick cars, but have become a bit more tame as we are no longer invincible as we were in those days. Speeds are kept within 10-15 of the limit, and while I’ve been known to touch 100-120 in the recent years, it’s on a track or empty stretch of road away from all in the middle of the night. I can afford all the track time I want, and am proud I haven’t got a traffic citation in 20yrs.

So, yeah, some of us judge mental asses in the forums and such stick to around the speed limit and don’t race around traffic. Because we are older, wiser, andfinally realize how quickly shit can go south, and want to avoided that. We got the “nothing is going to happen to me” out of our systems when the golden age of street racing was here and twilighted when the scene turned to shit.


TLDR: GET OFF MY LAWN!

/soapbox

Sooooo, it was you in the silver GTI! Wasn’t it??!!

 

[johnnloki]

Comment of the day, awarded to GroceryGtier

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[Shane_Anigans]

https://youtu.be/lRt56Y9JMEg

 

[Lert]

I like how this all evolved from a guy just doing a pull on a mostly open stretch of highway.

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