Let’s talk about the current state of car culture — or whatever’s left of it.

You dropped stacks on wheels, slammed your car to the point it can’t even clear a leaf, and now it’s too low to corner with confidence. Your stock engine’s throwing codes for the cats because tuning it might trigger your warranty anxiety. And heaven forbid you actually get under the hood for real performance instead of just chasing clout with bolt-ons.

Now, I’ll give credit where it’s due — some daily-driven stance builds are impressive. Like, seriously, how do you survive riding like that every day? Every ripple in the asphalt probably feels like getting your teeth slammed into your jaw. Respect for commitment. But for most of you? Let's be real.

Why is it so hard to find a clean backroad to drive without it being swarmed by 5.? And I don’t mean 5.0 Mustangs — I’m talking about actual police. And why are they there? Because y’all keep blasting your full mod lists and locations online like fools. “Look at me, I’ve got a full bolt-on BMW!” Cool. Now show me how you drive it.

FBO doesn’t make you a racer — it just means you skipped the hard part of learning how to build an engine. Unless you're working your way there, I don’t hate. But if your only move is revving in a parking lot and clogging up meets with junk builds and bad vibes, that’s a problem.

I’m trying to enjoy real shows, real builds, real driving. Not stand around while some takeover kid turns the night into chaos because they wanna do donuts in a crowded intersection. You’re not a street racer. You’re not cool. You’re a liability. You’re making cops crack down on everyone, even those of us who just want to hit a twisty road and cruise with friends.

So turn in your clapped-out car. Get it crushed. Grow up or get out. Because the rest of us? We’re here to build, drive, and keep the scene alive.