To drift an automobile is a tribute to ones understanding of control, balance, power and poise. To tandem drift is to be in an entirely different league. To be at one with ones car,yet to further have the capacity to anticipate- to foresee- to visualize the motion of a secondary, 1.5 tonne machine at the hands of a like minded individual is a sheer act of lunacy- a deathwish. A car crash threatening- nay expecting to happen. the act of the drift becomes secondary. It’s almost involuntary. Focus lies entirely on the car ahead, the lead. An entire focus shift.
The goal is simple. Follow the lead car as closely as conceivable possible. Bumper to bumper. Mirror to mirror, close enough to see the whites of his eyes. Every move, mirrored.. Every twitch, monitored. The most infinitesimal lapse of concentration and its over. A mistake, and the the worthy becomes the nobody. A drive of shame, a dented fender and a humbled soul. A poor conciliation, worthy only of delegation to the pit lane.
A perfect tandem is like a ballet. Its graceful, it’s elegant. It looks effortless. Both cars become one. Cylinders firing unison. Mindsets synchronized.
A change in one equals a change in the whole. Wheels left? Wheels left.
Dab of brakes? Dab of brakes.
Symmetrical in every execution. Poetry in motion.
Asphalt Asphyxiation.
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