Photos and Story by Anna Nguyen
I remember the first time I acquainted myself with the art of drifting. It was at a Drift Day event, when drifting was relatively new in America. I remember standing out in the middle of spacious lot that was only occupied by a handful of cars. Normally, one unfamiliar to drifting would find nothing glamorous about the burning-rubber smell and getting debris—mixed with track rubble and tires—all over herself, but once you witness the art itself … I was amazed to see a car even being able to maneuver like that: sliding to one side while swinging the back end of the car from the other side at such a tight angle. Then seeing the process repeated in continuance in different directions and forms. Though it was a setting for amateur and professional drivers alike, I began appreciating the art in isolation, regardless of skill. Continue reading