1. The Downtown LA Motors PRO Series LA Street Race - NSX Files
This race is one of the highlights of the year, as we get to race on the streets of Los Angeles around the Los Angeles Sports Arena.
Ford LA Street Race, September 4-6, 1999 Sponsored by Downtown L.A. Motors Group and PRO Racing Series
2. L.A.'s 'Super Street' car community opens their doors (and engines) to ...
Sep 3, 2024 · It's called “Super Street” racing, a community of car enthusiasts with a need for speed, who race only on sanctioned tracks and roads in Southern California.
They’re fast, they’re furious and … they’re legal. It’s called “Super Street” racing, a community of car enthusiasts with a need for speed, who race only on sanctioned tracks and roads in Southern …
3. Street Racing | Los Angeles County Sheriff's Department
Sep 22, 2022 · Southern California Racing Venues · Irwindale Speedway · Apple Valley Speedway · Willow Springs Raceway · Auto Club Speedway · Barona Speedway ...
Keep it safe. Keep it legal. Keep it on the track. The Los Angeles County Sheriff’s Department has created a new Public Service Announcement to address the rise in street racing takeovers…
4. 50% Hustle: A Side-Mirror Glimpse Into the L.A. Street Racing Scene
“It's 50% hustle, 50% driving—that's just the way it is out here.” The bearded guy agrees. “It's always two horses on the track—it's nothing like Fast and the ...
I was picked up a little after 10PM, to roll north along sulfur-lit freeways to an undisclosed location. After weeks of false starts and dead ends, I finally had traction with the Los Angeles street racing scene. I was in the car of an intermediary who had offered me sage advice, invaluable intel, explicit threats, and a generous ride to the meet. The caginess was understandable—though rarely enforced, a $1000 fine, impoundment of your ride, and a three month jail sentence are the potential punishments for being caught just _watching_ a street race. We park up in the darkened lot of a sprawling strip mall. Text messages rebound, and after a few minutes a low-slung corvette growls in, followed a little after by a glistening SUV. They’ve come alone—two men, both twenty-somethings; one bigger and of an intimidating size, but with a gentle face, the other shorter and bearded, with a boxer’s nose and square shoulders. On assurance of anonymity, they agree to introduce me to their world. It’s a place of freedom and risk, adrenaline and obsession: “Being connected to that car, it’s not like anything else,” the bearded guy explains to me an hour later in a testimony to that compulsion, “there’s no computers in-between—there’s nothing. It’s just me and that car. That feel of it, there’s just nothing like it to me, better than any drug—and I’ve done plenty of drugs—I want to say better, but it’s just as good as getting pussy. There’s nothing else like it.” [ . 2001 Acura
