Boy Racers or Brain Dead

In one of the main but not biggest cities of New Zealand, Christchurch, the place in which this article is based just like many cities there are things that are fearful and make us not want to step outside our front door, Murders, Homicides, Suicides, Shark Attacks, Racism, Homophobes but none of these make us scared to drive, to enjoy life, to run to the police when we are in trouble. None of these make us fearful as one whole society. They over power our roads, our lives, the sounds of the environment, nature, the colour of our skies and not mention our cars. Boy Racers, succesfully taking away the joys of life itself.

All of a sudden heavily modified cars no longer belonged in the garage or in shows they belong terrorizing people on the roads, in particularly, four roads, the four aves to be precise. those roads that hard workers now fear on that after work drive late on a friday or saturday night. we cower in fear of these Boys (dare i say Men) who drive round and round all night in hope of finding there penis’s that there cars have to replace in the mean time. so there is those type of Boy Racers, the ones who have overly modified cars and polluting turbos and sound polluting sound systems just to make their self esteem slightly higher due to lack of male genitalia.

Then there is the nasty kind, the kind that have their white hoe girlfriends driving for them because the police have confiscated the keys after one too many drags, DUIS, and dangerous drives, the kind that sit in the passenger seat getting completely wasted and extremely mad at authorities and just in general, these Boys are the kind that aren’t there for fun, not there to show there cares off. there the kind of people who are there to show everyone who owns the roads, no matter who tries to get in there way. From actual police to 16 year olds who are there to laugh at the whole seriousness of the situation.

New Zealand lives in fear for good reasons, in Christchurch alone there has being shootings at police, police being surrounded and abused and bottled, huge fights on sides of the roads and just last week a first hand experience, an extremely intoxicated boy racer ( while white hoe was driving) left his vehicle to threaten to kill me and my friends, who at the time were taking the piss of there pimped of Toyota Hilux and Tiny cheese grater sized Intercooler, and then proceeded to completely smash my back windscreen to pieces with an alcohol bottle.

Boy Racers don’t own the road and need to be controlled. Its ridiculous for us to live in so much to drive, breathe, let alone walk alone down one of the main streets in Christchurch alone. OOn a saturday night.