Monday, July 4, 2016

The Day I Took A Drift Class

It was May of 2012 when I saw an online coupon for a Drifting Class. I remember freaking out, and doing a triple take of what I was reading. Drifting wasn't big back then so I didn't even think an opportunity to learn it was possible. I couldn't believe it until I read the whole title - Introductory Drifting Class at King's Car Control Clinic. It was organized by none other than mister Car Porn himself, Ian King. I had to be stupid not to get it. I bought that coupon without thinking. Who needs food anyway, right?



I could hear the tires screeching from a mile away. As I was pulling up to the venue, literally screaming at the top of my lungs as I was parking. I walked sheepishly to the registration table, signed my name and sat on a monoblock chair under the tent with my jaw dropped to the floor watching monster cars like Skylines and Silvias pass in front of me as I waited for my turn.



When the instructor called me, that was the most kilig I've ever felt my whole life! He told me that the first lesson was how to do donuts and us students will take turns in driving this matte black Nissan A31 Cefiro equipped with an SR20 engine. I know, right? It was so hard to keep a straight face. I wanted to jump off my skin!


The sheer power of that car is indescribable. A gentle step on the gas can make the car dance. After around 10 attempts, I finally did my first ever accidental donut. Yes, it was accidental. But I don't care as long as I did it. Ha ha! And.. I did it in an SR20. That alone is worth the whole day! I remember it was almost sunset when my instructor told me it was my last go at it and we needed to wrap up. After my last failed attempt at a donut, I got down from the Cefiro and walked away from it with a heavy but ecstatic heart.

I decided to sit down under the tent for a bit before going home to get myself together because at this point, I still felt like I was dreaming. All covered in dirt and smelling like burnt rubber, it took me a few minutes to realize that sitting two chairs away from me was Mr. Ian King.

A very down to earth guy right off the bat. He gave me a warm smile when he caught me staring at him in amazement as he was talking about heel and toes and PSI boosts and a gazillion other stuff that would give any enthusiast car-gasm. He was just there chilling. Not an ounce of yabang in him. I could even sense that he was the shy type. I remember thinking, "How could a guy this high up in the car scene be this simple?" I listened to him until the sun was gone. The intense passion he had for cars and the whole culture was nothing less than awe-inspiring. He could just go on and on and on.

I could not even utter a word to him that day. But to you Ms. Angelina Mead King, your pioneering efforts, checked a huge box off my bucket list. That one-day event to you, had a lifetime effect on me. THANK YOU for making my dream come true. Hail to the Queen!


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