There's a time and a place for it. This is fact. For those who take advantage of those moments... We do not encourage and applaud. But nor do we scold, or deliver a swift backhand. We watch on silently and take it in. For it is in the history and the roots. It is the backbone. Without it, there would just be fully built V8 racecars smoking out stadiums. Which, in it's own right, is respected... but there comes comes a point when every drifter goes back to where they once came. The Streets.
Drive on soldiers of the night...and remain nameless. For there is no glory to be held in this.