It’s 10 am, and I get a wake-up call from the young Miami drifter Yoilen he and some of his friends were going to their sweet drift spot in the middle of nowhere. From what I here, this spot tends to heat up faster than a cat on a tin roof, so the location will not be disclosed for the sake of perseverance. I’ve never been to it, and it was great to get the invite. I grabbed my gear and headed out to meet up with the selected crew for this sweet opportunity. We pulled around, all 7 of us, infiltrating a gas station like a band of Japanese Bosozoku on their sick scooters stocking up on the essential snacks and sugary beverages.
Viva La Mexico! This spot was raw, open, an untended wasteland begging for you to just run through it. With an open parking lot area which lead into a makeshift round about, this was perfect for some 3rd gear entries. Lucky for us the day passed by with minimum interruptions and they all got to roast their tires.
It would be nice to come back to this spot with the intentions of BBQ and hanging out, because the place just screams for it, that is of course if the local police has anything to say about it. So we keep on wandering until we find the sacred land!
Photo x shane prescod
Location @ Jarritos Factory, Mexico