In the preliminary hours of a drift event, burnt rubber, race fuel, and the chatter among drivers, are all sights, sounds, and smells familiar to a seasoned grassroots drifter. Pair that with the sound of wrenching through their last-minute prep on their low, loud, and heavily-stickered Japanese rides with mountainous terrain and cramped paddocks, you'd think you were at a race track in Japan. However, last week, I was nowhere near Japan. In fact, I was over 6,700 miles away in the mountains of Shenandoah, Virginia. But for many, myself included, it would've been tough to tell the difference.

The entire team laid out. Courtesy of Stancenation!
If you dabble in the grassroots drift car culture in Japan, you probably know that teams are a pretty big thing over there. At the paddocks, teams are easy to spot. You'll see a line of cars, usually three or more and they all have the same color, team name and livery, sometimes even the same car. One of the most famous and longest running teams call
