therearbumper.Anotherbusiness-lookingmaninhisforties,
thethreemenknoweachother.Thisman’srecordis285km/h.
“There are no speed cameras in the tunnels,” he smiles.
Generously,heletsmyselfandEllentakewhateverphotowe
needinthecar.Sittinginit,I noticea photoofa smallgirlon
hiskeyring.Andthatthetachometerhasbeenrotatedsothat
300km/hisattheverytop.
Fortunately they all speak decent English and effectively tell
us these cars still get around. And that they still meet at Daikoku
Futo, late at night, which is now obvious. It’s brilliant to see.
Myself and Ellen ourselves have to hit the freeway to continue
photography. The next few hours are honestly a blur as myself
and the GT-R are at Ellen’s beck and call. At one point I’m
stopped right in the middle of the famous Shibuya ‘Scramble
Crossing’ as pedestrians swarm the car, and the wisdom of
doing such a thing just to get a photo, in the age of terrorism,
occurs to me right in the middle of doing so. Later, at about
3.30am, we are getting a photo on the side of the freeway (which
remains busy all through the night) when a Toyota 86, with
a loud exhaust, tears past at what must surely be more than
200km/h. It seems while the Mid Night Club and yesteryear’s
high speed antics are gone, the outlaw, high-speed spirit, from
what we saw, lives on late at night on the expressways of Tokyo,d motorofficial f motor_mag^125HIGH-SPEED SPIRIT LIVES ON LATE AT NIGHT IN TOKYO