On chilly nights, the rumble of racing engines called out like a siren song down at the docks.

Sure, we all knew the risks that came with street racing—the cops cracking down harder every weekend it seemed. But there was something magnetic about peeling out into the darkness, nothing but open road and raw speed ahead.

You caught the eye of another racer - he drove a slick purple Nissan Skyline that really stood out under the street lights.