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Most of the time we’d just drive around cruising and posing in the v8s, with the odd race. We all had shitty vb wagons or utes (I liked little jap cars) for driving like dickheads and going to the beach.
Not saying I never did it, but 20mins of doughies in an industrial estate at midnight on a Sunday never really did it for me.
The gravel tracks behind the sand dunes in a Mazda Capella sideways as fuck was way more fun, especially bouncing off your mate in an equally shitty escort or corona
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We would always cut laps of the 'Rowers' before the cops patrolled the shit out of it and put loads of speed humps in to stop all the burnouts. My cousins though had really nice like show car quality shit (mining money) so they could afford to kill tyres all night and day. Our side of the country we used cars for more practical stuff (flogging the shit out of, chasing roos, etc) and the odd dude would race (track=legal and street=illegal). I didn't drive until I'd left town to go to uni so I was always in someone else's car stirring shit up. :)
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shitty escort
Oh, one of my mates had a what were they? R2000 or S2000 or something? He had that thing sideways everywhere, in the dirt, around the roundabouts, thought he was Mikka Hakkinen or something.
hippy
I haven't got any pics of their cars but I do remember watching video of a bunch of them doing circle work on a concrete pad for 20min while the cops looked on from a nearby hill. Eventually they came down and got a talking to but I can't remember if they actually got busted for anything. Depends how good your shit talking is. I've been pulled over in my mate's 1/8th mile drag-setup VK doing 200-something with no windows, unbolted seats that just fell over when we got out, loose battery, the works and he talked his way out it. Amazing bullshitter. The cops looked at the engine and were like "that's a big carby, doesn't it flood?" hahaha Then again he was on his Ps for like a 100 years because he kept getting busted doing burnouts and shit.