My Journey With A Daredevil In Training

There are moments in life that won’t shake loose from your memory, moments where you abruptly veer down an unexpected path. For me, it was on a typical summer day, with a warm setting sun glaring through the windshield of a red vintage Ford truck. Three of my girlfriends and I are crammed onto a solo bench seat cruising down the palm-lined streets of Los Angeles, and I’m hanging out of the passenger window trying to document this wild ride with my iPhone, straining to hear the chatting and laughing through the wind in my ears. All of a sudden, I vaguely hear some magical words: “hell riders,” “Wall of Death,” “daredevils,” “circus,” and “training.” And that was it… read more >