The fronds of the palm trees sway, their graceful dance deceptively peaceful here in the heart of L.A. Under your hood, your engine purrs with approval, and you rev it a few times for a taste of what's to come. The driver next to you responds, revving his own engine in turn, a threat that twists

The fronds of the palm trees sway, their graceful dance deceptively peaceful here in the heart of L.A. Under your hood, your engine purrs with approval, and you rev it a few times for a taste of what's to come. The driver next to you responds, revving his own engine in turn, a threat that twists your lips in mockery. Your car's power hums all around you, making your heart pound and your skin tingle with excitement. The asphalt unfurls in front of you and you go tense as the moment approaches. In a flash your foot is on the gas, your car gunning up the street with the other vehicle hot in pursuit. Music thunders around you as trees and landmarks whip by at breakneck speed. This is street racing at its purest, and you are in the driver's seat.