It all starts before the engines roar. There’s always a spot, whether it’s a quiet car park or the same coffee shop you go to every Sunday. You show up early, not because you have to, but to be there from the start. People trickle in. Different cars, different sounds, never the same but always familiar. You’re there because you’re chasing a feeling. Here, no one asks why you’re into it. It’s the moment the group comes together, loud but low-key, making you feel part of something without needing