NismoZ
01-18-2008, 11:59 AM
"NO, we like it better in here"
Thats what was said by members of the first hardcore street attack of '08 after getting a taste of dusty, polished, warehouse interior action.
It was beuatiful, 10 miles long by 1 mile wide, there was room for everyone as 9 cars gazed upon this illegal fortress. All loading bay doors were in place and closed (by us) to keep the sound in, while entry and exit ramps remained open for quick access.
At first, some were intimidated by the illegal status of construction areas and by the numerous poles aligning our course. But to others, they merely represented cones and eventually everyone overcame their fears to give it a shot. And they loved it.
One guy actually thought the poles were cones as he tried to tap one with the rear bumber. To his surprise, his imagination had got the best of him as the "cones" were rather solid and unmovable.
Cars were rocking it inside the warehouse while others played outside in the dirt for hours.
After a quick recess for refueling, the members were told this would be the last adventure at this supreme location. As you read this, workers will find the aftermath and it will forever more be put on lockdown. The decision was made, to utilize our resource to its fullest and rock it until members could no longer see straight and for their bodies demand to be put to rest.
As 4am approached, the fortress was left in a cloud of chaos, raped and pillaged by those seeking the glory of street action...
I want to thank everyone who came out, we had a awesome time with no obstacles we couldn't overcome. For what lies in the future, there are new fortresses being prepared for us to take over. That is all.
Thats what was said by members of the first hardcore street attack of '08 after getting a taste of dusty, polished, warehouse interior action.
It was beuatiful, 10 miles long by 1 mile wide, there was room for everyone as 9 cars gazed upon this illegal fortress. All loading bay doors were in place and closed (by us) to keep the sound in, while entry and exit ramps remained open for quick access.
At first, some were intimidated by the illegal status of construction areas and by the numerous poles aligning our course. But to others, they merely represented cones and eventually everyone overcame their fears to give it a shot. And they loved it.
One guy actually thought the poles were cones as he tried to tap one with the rear bumber. To his surprise, his imagination had got the best of him as the "cones" were rather solid and unmovable.
Cars were rocking it inside the warehouse while others played outside in the dirt for hours.
After a quick recess for refueling, the members were told this would be the last adventure at this supreme location. As you read this, workers will find the aftermath and it will forever more be put on lockdown. The decision was made, to utilize our resource to its fullest and rock it until members could no longer see straight and for their bodies demand to be put to rest.
As 4am approached, the fortress was left in a cloud of chaos, raped and pillaged by those seeking the glory of street action...
I want to thank everyone who came out, we had a awesome time with no obstacles we couldn't overcome. For what lies in the future, there are new fortresses being prepared for us to take over. That is all.