My story starts in England 1997, the birth of a boy who would hopefully carry on the family legacy. This legacy was the art of the raceway. Back in the mid seventies. The small town of Hemel Hempstead was home to George O'Dell, a notorious sidecart racing campion. His career unfortunatly lead him to a life of drugs and booze, ultimately leading him to kill his brother and then Himself. His pit crew leader was my Grandad who had served him many years in his conquest to victory. His name Was Philip O'Dell, and they were cousins. In 1973, Michael (his first son) was born and was the only one to take up engineering and mechanics. He went on to build his own custom made MINI, a 1.2 HKS air filtered, 182HP machine of doom, which he competed with in many a race. Unfortunately in 1998, Philip and Margaret O'Dell both died through strokes, which caused Michael to stop the racing and take a career in mechanics.
Back to 1997. George O'Dell was born on the 2nd of May. His burning passion for the wheel has been rained apon him, all through his life. He had no choice but to give in. But, it wasen't until September 31st 2012 that the young man had found the ultimate motorsport. And that was drifting. A whole new chapter of imagination and day dreaming was brought into young George's mind. Even the sudden purr of a passing R35 would make his bones vibrate from head to toe. His first drift experience was at SANTA POD RACEWAY. Young George had payed a sum of ten pounds to have a ride in the one of three cars. The first being a ladyboy S14, with pink FIKSE rims, and standard Origin bodykit. The second was a MKIII supra, elongating away with a stock kit, but heavy duty engine modifications. And finally, the boheomoth "GREEN MACHINE" Lexus ISF, which had recently competed in BDC. It was my lucky day ! I climbed into the front seat of the S14 and strapped up. I asked the driver "Can you go easy on me, it's my first time". To which the driver replied with "Will i bollocks". Suddenly this crazy bastard slammed his iron foot down of the pedel, and ripped the clutch like it was Satan's tooth. I felt the sheer speed and adrenerlin of the SR20DET ripping the car to shit. I was flung around the car left right and center like jizz in zero graviy.
As i rolled out of the car with a goofy smile on my face. I knew from that day on, i wanted to become a professional drifter.
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