A fog blankets the city. Lined up at the local parking lot are metal steeds; Subaru Imprezas and the likes. Street legal builds? Likely not, in fact, the last car on the West end of the lot has flames shooting out the exhaust.
Two cars from opposing sides roll forward. They’re now but a fist apart. Engines are warm and exhausts continue flaring, only to suddenly disengage; both cars are now sitting idle.
It’s quiet. The pause crawls forward until finally a door opens. A foot lumbers out. Then a second. Both drivers are now locked in a deep gaze. And then, “Super Koto.” They dance. Because even if you’re a drag racer, “Super Koto” will move you.