apex_tiki

sitting on the starting grid.
sweating while strapped in.
beautiful girls along side with umbrellas.
rapping on the throttle to keep the idle up.


green flag drops....

and we're off.

these past few months have been full of pressure. un-needed, yet necessary pressure to keep me on my toes and doing what i love. the cars that greet me in the morning when i open the door are not the kind you see on the street and think oh, thats a nice one. no, these are rare, 6 figure cars that wouldnt skip a beat while being thrashed at the race course. building them, tuning them, is just surreal. being that i dreamt of these days while in school. i dont mind that im not the main driver, or the star of the team. i just like to know that without me, it wouldnt work. thats a hell of a feeling knowin that youre a integral cog in the machine that is automotive road racing. hell, vintage road racing at that.

im enjoying my life.
single.
fast.
random.