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overdrivetattoo) wrote2024-01-05 12:43 pm
overdrivetattoo) wrote2024-01-05 12:43 pm
For Nico @ LA Race Night
Back home in San Francisco, Saturday nights meant race night.
Well, any night was race night if you were wanting it enough.
But the real party, the turnout was Saturday night. Any time after 9 p.m. and it was on.
L.A. was no different.
No, that was a lie. It was a little different in that they weren't at the top of the food chain.
Yet.
They were getting there. They were making a name for themselves outside of Overdrive Tattoo and the guys who were at the top were also decent friends/contacts with Don and Ricky back home. But in this business and in this game, the people you knew was important, but it was more important how you drove your car.
They just did what they always did - show up, race and win more often than not.
Austin and he had made LA their home over the last couple of years and while it was hard to not have their makeshift family around them all the time, it was nice to see how far they could come on their own. Mostly on their own.
There was always new people coming out each weekend. Some wanted to see what the whole (illegal) fuss was about and never came back. A few enjoyed the easy score of some of the girls and even a few guys, enjoyed the party atmosphere but didn't race. There were others who wanted to show off which either went one of two ways - either they were beaten eventually and never returned or, and these were Blake's favorite, they got the bug and started returning as much as they could.
That had been him. That had been a lot of them.
When he comes along a new flashy car in the lineup, Blake whistles low. "Beautiful car," he says, glancing over at the man and can't help but notice how beautiful its owner was as well.
Well, any night was race night if you were wanting it enough.
But the real party, the turnout was Saturday night. Any time after 9 p.m. and it was on.
L.A. was no different.
No, that was a lie. It was a little different in that they weren't at the top of the food chain.
Yet.
They were getting there. They were making a name for themselves outside of Overdrive Tattoo and the guys who were at the top were also decent friends/contacts with Don and Ricky back home. But in this business and in this game, the people you knew was important, but it was more important how you drove your car.
They just did what they always did - show up, race and win more often than not.
Austin and he had made LA their home over the last couple of years and while it was hard to not have their makeshift family around them all the time, it was nice to see how far they could come on their own. Mostly on their own.
There was always new people coming out each weekend. Some wanted to see what the whole (illegal) fuss was about and never came back. A few enjoyed the easy score of some of the girls and even a few guys, enjoyed the party atmosphere but didn't race. There were others who wanted to show off which either went one of two ways - either they were beaten eventually and never returned or, and these were Blake's favorite, they got the bug and started returning as much as they could.
That had been him. That had been a lot of them.
When he comes along a new flashy car in the lineup, Blake whistles low. "Beautiful car," he says, glancing over at the man and can't help but notice how beautiful its owner was as well.