The Races essays
"Go!" I lift my left foot off of the clutch pedal and the compact car jolts violently and leaps forward. I tighten my hand on the shift stick and press my foot down on the gas pedal. Wind rushes in through all four of my open windows as the bass in my trunk thumps to the beat of the loud song blaring from my radio. My car glides rapidly along the empty expanse of road and I glance into my side-view mirror to see where my opponent is. I catch the front of his silver car out of the corner of my eye. He pulls ahead of me, and I shift to second gear, the car shuddering in response and speeding ahead. I catch up to my opponent and struggle to pull in ahead of him. The combined loudness of our mufflers fills the air and adrenaline rushes through my veins as I catch a view of the cars and people on the sidelines, knowing that our production is being watched intently by hundreds of bystanders. His bumper pulls in front of mine for a brief instant and I slam the gas pedal to the floor in a last attempt to win. My opponent and I cross the finish line at lightning speed and flash our hazard lights as we begin to slow down to an eventual stop. As I get out of my car, the lookout at the finish line yells, "Eclipse!" I have won another race.
Streetcar racing is an illegal underground activity practiced by a surprising number of youth. Racing is an indiscreet activity carried out in a surprisingly surreptitious manner: you know about the races if you go to the races or know somebody who does. Being an illegal activity, those involved are very careful about the organization and execution of the races.
Local streetcar races take place in Ontario, but the specific location within the city changes everyday in order to avoid getting caught by the police. The location of each racing event is determined merely minutes before thefirst race starts. Participants, supporters, and bystanders gathe