awesome idea sir!
a few of my immediate contributions, along with a brief explanation...
The Streets of Dunwoody Formula D qualifier was a very important event held during an unstable moment during American drifting history. Formula D was going into it's 3rd or so year and starting to implement a qualifying system, so pretty much everyone and their brother decided they'd be holding "official" Foruma D qualifiers. In our typical style, we made a mockery of the entire ordeal and put together this fun poster (inspired by an official FD poster, see below) which spread through the interwebs like wildfire. This poster got so famous so quickly that the nice gentlemen over at Formula D called Mr. Sapp a few days after it went live requesting for it to be pulled for various reasons. We laughed a lot, did that for a while, and it eventually found it's way back online.
(the original)
We used to have weekly meets at Startime in Roswell and they were always quite amusing. Initial D contests, parking lot drift demos, and fun posing with the mini-golf Pirate ship, as seen in this photo, circa 2005.
The above two photos were from a particularly amusing night a number of years ago when Andy, BM, and myself were all bored and wandering through the D-Wood Walmart. Upon finding a sweet denim shirt, Andy deiced to buy it which randomly led to the idea to dress up ridiculously (mainly like truckers and Cuban Drug lords) and go out in public wearing said attire. We headed to this weird bar that a friend of ours worked at during the time, got some really weird stares, and then headed to a few locations for some sweet photos (but not without stopping by a gas station for some hella shady Bronson cigarettes as photo props). We also did a tag team effort on Andy's ink for the evening which came out quite nice.
Andy won a trophy for "best 4-door under construction" at some weird local car show (with his BMW), and we all found that funny. I think Hooman got one for something totally opposite that day too, but I forget.
It's hard to even begin to describe the awesomeness of the pocketbikes, and this isn't the best photo of them, but it at least gets the idea across. Basically, Shiz, Rhoad, and myself all bought these really shady quality gas-powered pocketbikes and joined forces with Hooman who owned his own electric powered one and terrorized all of Dunwoody for a number of months during the summer of 2005. The most memorable of these nights was probably the time that Hooman, Charlie, and myself were riding around the Wal Mart/Rendezvous parking lot causing havoc, and decided to take a quick break behind Wal Mart for Hooman to urinate. Charlie and I spotted a couple of men walking our way and quickly realized that they were Dekalb County cops, and for some reason we decided that hopping on the bikes and running was the best idea. We took off like mad and made it to my complex, but it was one of the more funny and frightening rides of my life.
I know I have way more somewhere, I'll have to look around a bit more.
This thread makes me think that the book idea we discussed a few months ago would be completely awesome too.
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