How LA’s Underground Street Racing Scene and The Fast And The Furious Grew Up

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Before the Dodge Chargers were dragging safes through Rio in improbable bank heists, before the orange Toyota Supra, before living your life a quarter-mile at a time, before Dom and Letty and Brian, there was just Stephan Papadakis, his friends, and Los Angeles.

They weren't interested in bar hopping or clubbing or what everyone else their age was doing. They were interested in cars, deserted streets and going fast. They liked to race, and there wasn't an easier place or time for it than LA in the early 1990s. These were the Rodney King years, when crime, racial tension and police brutality were at a boiling point.

Out of that atmosphere, Papadakis would rise to become a legend in drag racing history, shattering front-wheel drive records in his little yellow Hondas, proving that these underestimated tuner cars had real performance potential. Today, Papadakis runs a successful race shop that bears his name, but his ascent into legalised motorsports had beginnings in illegal, underground racing on the darkened streets of Southern California.

Indeed, it was a scene that birthed the first of the Fast and Furious movies. Yet like any other scene, it has since grown, and in many ways, warped. Today the city is more familiar with takeovers or sideshows, where crowds of onlookers occupy an intersection to use for car stunts and endangering onlookers.

It's a far cry from the kind of street drag racing where Papadakis cut his teeth.

Back in 1993, when Papadakis was still in high school, the underground street racing scene was rich. You could find a street racing location almost five nights out of the week. If you went out at around nine or 10 at night, chances were good that you'd find something.

If you knew where to look.

During the school year, Papadakis would only go out on the weekends with his friends.

"But if it was the summer," he said, gamely sitting with me for an interview about his street racing past at the New York Auto Show back in March, "then I was out a bunch of nights and trying to find the street races. You had these die-hards — and I was one of them."

This was where cars like the Honda Civic reigned as king. This was Southern California, after all, the beachhead for Japanese imports into America. Tough, cheap to buy and easy to modify, the Civic was ubiquitous. There was a vast amount of knowledge on how to modify it and tons of parts were available. Papadakis himself had one, a 1991 Honda Civic Si.

And it wasn't just that speed and racing that gave him an irreplaceable thrill, though that certainly did help.

Like-Minded People

"Fundamentally," Papadakis explained, "it was a community of people who were into modifying their cars and some of them wanted to race. But, a lot of people didn't want to go to the street races and race other people, they just wanted to go and hang out with other like-minded people and also get into that scene."

Papadakis was born in New York in 1977, but he grew up in the surfer and skater town of Huntington Beach, California. He said he never felt like he fit in there. He liked cars and he liked speed. Those street races, ones he'd heard stories of even before he got his licence, was where he knew he had a chance.

From there, he could start meeting people from all different kinds of cultural and economic backgrounds, expanding his horizons past what was down the block from his front door. He grew his social life there.

"Places you just [didn't] get to visit while living in Huntington Beach," Papadakis explained. "And you might not know these places unless you knew people who lived in those communities."

There were ex-Asian gang members who still wanted to be part of a group. There were enthusiasts who didn't have the money to go to race tracks but still wanted to run, so they would join the street racing scene and go canyon carving. There were people who just surrounded themselves with cars for the weekend instead of going out to drink, who just wanted to hang out with other car people.

Photo: The Fast And The Furious "It's a dark street or a gas station somewhere and everyone just starts meeting up and they all talk about the modifications they have done on their cars. And some of those people were interested in going racing. Those are the ones that became… infamous? Is that the right word?" He stopped for a moment to think. "[They were the] weekend warriors who were trying to be the fastest person of the street races."

Immortalised By Hollywood

As strongly as this was rooted to the sweeping streets of Southern California, the story of The Fast and the Furious started in New York City, as another, similar scene had sprung up uptown in Washington Heights.

In May of 1998, before what became a multi-film franchise was even a scrap of thought in anyone's minds, a story about a young Dominican drag racer named Rafael Estevez appeared in a VIBE magazine article.

The piece told a story of the import tuner and street-racing culture in uptown Manhattan. And the dramatic flair of it was undeniable: A Nissan 300ZX faced off against a Mitsubishi Starion. Tires chirped into second. Superchargers whined. Money changed hands.

The story captured the imagination of some very influential people, a few of whom worked at Universal Studios. Sensing potential, Universal wanted it as a movie, and picked up the story. They pitched it to screenwriter Gary Scott Thompson.

Even before writing the story that ultimately became The Fast and the Furious, Thompson was familiar with this kind of car culture. While attending university in Southern California, he noticed that people were modifying these little import cars to the point where they'd absolutely smoke a muscle car from a stop. "Well, that's interesting," he thought to himself.

And a block away from his house on the Westside of LA, he'd see a group of college kids obsessed with wrenching on their project cars. These kids fascinated Thompson. All they seemed to want was to tear down their cars just to put them back together again. One weekend, the car would be left-hand drive. And on the following weekend, it would have been converted to right-hand drive. And when they drove around as a group, they did it in a line of cars, like a caravan.

So when Thompson was tasked with writing a screenplay about street racers, he set it in Los Angeles. That's what he knew. As part of his research, he befriended some of the enthusiasts and drivers, even attending a few underground street races himself on Mulholland, in the valley, PCH, Ventura, Orange County and downtown LA.

I asked him over the phone if those races were open to just anyone.

"You had to know someone to get into the races," he replied.

Photo: The Fast And The Furious He went to the open races, too, at Pomona and Irwindale, where he saw all kinds of cars — real imports, ones running real NOS. He hung out there and talked to the drivers and the aftermarket crowd, soaking up the culture, trying to dissect it and understand it.

And what intrigued Thompson the most about the import tuner and street racing scene was how these enthusiasts were doing all the work themselves, carrying on the proud tradition of the post-World War II hot rodders in their own way. He didn't really see people sending their cars out to a shop or a garage. It was usually a group of friends undertaking the project together. This, he knew, had to be very clear in his screenplay.

"It was important to me to show that these guys worked on their own cars, they tore them apart themselves and put them back together," he said. "They weren't just these stupid people who hung around what were considered 'weird cars.' They were smart [and could] actually build them and add things to them and make them better."

Photo: The Fast And The Furious Despite the love and work these tuners poured into their cars, they garnered no respect from the American muscle or expensive exotic crowd. In some ways, Thompson mused, being looked down on by the rest of the car scene brought these people together. What resulted was a close-knit and fiercely protective community of gearheads, outcasts who cherished and preserved this corner of car culture that belonged to them.

The Fast and the Furious hit screens in 2001. Looking back on it now, it immortalised one of the most diverse scenes in car culture. Indeed, it stood out because it debuted at a time when feature films tended to be more monochromatic than not.

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Racial tensions in LA coming out of the 1990s were high. The 1992 Rodney King riots lasted six days, with thousands of people taking to the streets. Subsequent multi-racial films like Rush Hour felt like hollow attempts at showing that everything was suddenly buddy-buddy and copacetic again — but The Fast and the Furious was able to pull off diverse representation without its characters feeling like they were merely campy caricatures.

Rather than achieve diversity by hiring some actors with varied ethnic backgrounds and having them "act Asian" or "act Hispanic" as many movies and TV shows mistakenly do, the film portrays them as people, because that's who they are. No fanfare or self-congratulatory attitudes about the inclusion.

Papadakis remembered that powerful sense of connection in the street racing scene in the early 1990s, even though there were racial differences between them. These were community-based car clubs, so people tended to be of similar ethnic backgrounds because that's just who you lived close to. But these different clubs came into contact with one another once there was a common meet-up point.

Hispanic crews would come out of East LA and Asian communities came out of Irvine or San Gabriel Valley.

"In Los Angeles in that era, there were a lot of Asian gangs," he said. "And [there] were Japanese cars, usually with Asian owners. I was one of the rare white guys at these street races."

The scene immediately hooked many, including Frank Choi, a fixture in the scene back then and a man who Super Street once called "the founder and architect of organised import drag racing."

"I remember the first time I went out to the local street races. I must have been 15 years old," he said in an email. "I didn't even own a vehicle, let alone possess a driver's licence. I was hooked. By the time I got my licence, I got my first car: An Acura Integra. It was off to the street races! The more and more I participated (and spectated) at the local street races, the more I was drawn in. It became a part of my young adulthood."

As for Thompson, "I was writing what I was seeing," he responded, when I pointed out the diversity in his script. "It was a reflection of Los Angeles."

"Hollywood does a pretty good job of portraying it. Although," Papadakis added, laughing, "there were fewer girls in miniskirts. It was cold and most people were in jackets."

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Dominic Toretto and his street racing crew ended up with one of the biggest movie franchises in the worldbreaking global box office records — even if by the fourth or fifth instalment you were basically just watching an action movie with some cars in it.

Because as The Fast and The Furious grew from being a movie into a franchise, the films started to change focus. Heists. Submarines. Curiously-long runway chase scenes to catch international criminals. Perhaps it's because the writers realised that glamorizing street racing — and the crashes and death and arrests that often go with it — wasn't the most marketable thing to splash across America's screens.

At the same time, the paths the actual racers took ultimately diverged from their lawbreaking days. Real street racers like Papadakis knew that their illegal lifestyle just wasn't sustainable. Or safe. Something had to change.

Going Straight

At the time, street racing was the least of the LAPD's problems, but people involved knew they were playing with fire anyway.

"[Catching the racers] just wasn't on the forefront of things," Sgt. Jesse Garcia, the officer in charge of LAPD's illegal street racing and tracking unit, recalled during a phone interview. He joined the force in 1996 and patrolled south and central LA. "They were isolated nuisances."

He called the racing activity only "mildly interesting" to law enforcement because, during that time, there were much bigger things for the police to worry about. Things like the crack epidemic, homicides and the ongoing warfare between the Bloods and the Crips.

"It was a very violent period of time," Garcia said. "Street racing was very low on anyone's radar. It wasn't even on the back burner."

The high crime rate across Los Angeles provided a cocoon for street racing to grow and flourish, but it was still illegal. Harsher police crackdowns would happen eventually.

Once Papadakis turned 18, he realised that street racing wasn't a good or healthy outlet. "There is no such thing as a professional street racer," he told me firmly. "And if there is, I [didn't] want to be that guy."

There is a certain degree of perceived edginess that shrouds a person when they tell you that they are a street racer. Some wear it as a badge of rebelliousness. Papadakis doesn't.

The frankness with which he described his street racing days was striking. No flicker of shame or embarrassment, just an acknowledgement that it happened. But he was also upfront with saying it was an illegal activity. And consequences became real for him — fast.

"When I was getting tickets street racing, I was a minor, it was a slap on the wrist. But once I turned 18," Papadakis told me, recognising a personal turning point, "I realised it was pretty serious and I need to not get tickets doing that."

But racing and going fast weren't things he wanted to give up; they were the only things he cared about. If he couldn't stay illegal, he'd have to move to legitimate motorsports. Unfortunately, most university programs don't set you up with a trajectory for a career in motorsports, so after high school, Papadakis worked for a shop that built racing engines, figuring that was the best place where he could get his racing career started.

"I wanted to learn how to make my car fastest," he said, plain and simple. He wanted to figure out how to keep racing and somehow make a living out of it. Legally.

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And just like the underground street racers in the VIBE magazine story, Papadakis, along with other Southern California enthusiasts, began to turn to legal outlets to satisfy their speed needs.

There was very little by way of legalised import drag-racing in the region in the early 1990s. "There came a point when the streets were no longer feasible to test major modifications to your car," Choi affirmed. And even if there was, there were still gatekeepers.

"If you wanted to go to the traditional, legal drag races with your Honda or Toyota, you were kind of shunned by the V8 guys," Papadakis added, echoing what Thompson also learned while he was researching his script. And besides, the tracks those dragsters used were not set up for front-wheel drive cars.

Choi and his friends went searching for a place to drag race at the Los Angeles County Raceway in Palmdale, Califonia, but kept getting turned away. He also noticed a conspicuous absence of import vehicles at the drag strip. He quickly put two and two together.

"I thought to myself, how interesting it would be if the script was flipped with all the vehicles participating being imports?" he continued. "I remember speaking to the owner of the race track and expressing my discontent with how I was treated both times I came up to the track. His response is as clear today as it was back in 1990: 'If you pay me to rent my track, you can do whatever you want. I couldn't care less if you and your friends want to have a picnic.'"

That comment stung Choi enough that he retaliated. "I wanted to rent this person's track, host an event and satisfy my desire to turn away one of his 'regular guests' because someone else had rented the track."

And so, on July 8, 1990, Battle of the Imports was born. The inaugural crowd was small, maybe 50 cars and a few hundred spectators, Choi recalled.

"We invited import performance companies such as HKS, AEM, Jackson Racing and a few others to come out and exhibit — for free," he said. "Again, it was a big party where everyone was gathered to race, watch or buy parts. Within the days following the event, I started to receive calls and pages from people wondering when the next event was going to be held. When I went back to the street races, people were saying things like, 'Man, I'm going to bring my car next time and race.' Or, 'Let's race each other at the next import event.'"

By 1995, word had gotten out and hundreds of cars were in attendance, the stands filled with thousands of fans and spectators. All kinds of people showed up. Men, women, families, children. For many street racers, Battle of the Imports was a godsend. It was a place where you could max out your car and not be worried about breaking laws or getting into an accident. A legal and sanctioned place to race, dropped right into their laps.

It also was able to draw even more spectators and supporters, people who were willing to go to a legal event instead of sketchily standing on a random street corner at night, checking over their shoulders for cops.

A video from a 1996 Battle of the Imports event, shot on a videotape and digitally transferred, looks just like Race Wars event from the film.

And, for many Asian American car enthusiasts living in Southern California, the event offered something else.

"Frank Choi's creation of the first Battle of the Imports gave hundreds of Asian American youth a place to belong, although that may have not been Choi's original intent," Jennifer Lee and Min Zhou wrote in their 2004 book, Asian American Youth: Culture, Identity and Ethnicity:

The tens of thousands of teens and college students who attend import racing events on the weekends have found a place to be accepted. The culture has grown so rapidly and so furiously that it is practically the norm for Asian American youth to participate in the scene in one way or another.

Today, import racing has spilled over into the mainstream to such an extent that people in southern California rarely even blink when they drive behind a fixed-up car on the freeway. The Asian American import car racing scene has hit the American cultural mainstream with high speed and shows no signs on slowing down.

Choi agreed whole-heartedly with the book's claims. "If you look back at the import car culture in Southern California, it was dominated by Asian Americans. Accessorizing quickly became and extension of one's personality."

But it didn't stop there: "As we started to expose other U.S. metropolitan cities, you can easily see the influences these folks had nationally — even internationally. Eventually, in the early 2000s, it seems there was almost a paradigm shift where the import car culture was embraced by all walks of life."

By 2001, Papadakis was 24 and had decided to devote his life to front-wheel drive drag racing. And he was good. Good enough that he caught the attention of Choi, who called out Papadakis specifically in a Super Street story:

HT: What are some of the most memorable or spectacular Honda-related instances you can remember happening at Battle?

FC: Oscar Jackson running 13s in his wife's Civic at the first Battle of the Imports. Tony Fuchs racing against the Top Fuel Racing CR-X. It was kind of like a USA versus Japan [showdown]. I would also say when Stephan [Papadakis] ran 9s at the same event.

More media attention was lavished on the scene once it went legal, with stories splashed across the pages of Super Street, Turbo Magazine and Autoweek, which wrote in 2001:

Last summer at Maple Grove Raceway in Reading, Pennsylvania, a Southern California racer named Stephan Papadakis drove his front-wheel-drive '91 "AEM Honda Drag Civic" down the quarter-mile in under nine seconds, 8.89 seconds to be exact, at 261km/h, faster than any other front-wheel-drive car had ever gone. It was the equivalent, in this subculture, of Eddie Hill's 4.99 or Kenny Bernstein's 483km/h.

"I guess it was a pretty good moment, now that I look back," said Papadakis, sitting in his shop in Ontario, California.

Front-wheel drive imports had gone all the way, and it was Papadakis who was at the tip of the spear.

This newfound, solid spot in the public eye meant access to sponsors. Sponsors, of course, meant money. Money meant freedom to do more and access to better equipment and opportunities. It was a jumping board in a way that illegal racing never quite could be. (As for parallels, sponsorship is something of a split with The Fast and the Furious; they were never sponsored by Corona, after all that.)

The Scene Today

Much like the evolution of The Fast and Furious, the further Papadakis distanced himself from illegal racing, the more opportunity he found.

Presently, Papadakis runs his own race shop, called Papadakis Racing. He works with Toyota, competing in Formula Drift with driver Fredric Aasbø, recently building a furiously yellow drift car that sends 1,000 nitrous-boosted horsepower to its rear wheels. It's a great gig, one where Papadakis gets to experiment with massive amounts of horsepower, speed and racing. The kid from Huntington Beach who liked to go fast had made it.

There are several individuals that I’d like to publicly thank. They are in the background and allowed this car’s build to finish on time, on budget and right the first time: Shawn @ek20r who is second in command at #PapadakisRacing. Fabricator and technician only partly describes his roll. Aldo @btxind fabricator, technician and truck driver and again so much more. Jen @jenhorsey who handles our marketing and communications. Georgheinz who helped this winter with fabrication on the build. Donnie Matter with fabrication. Greg Pyles mil spec wiring. Mitch @protektskidplates fabrication and engineering. Alex @thereal_alexpico for hand cutting the wrap. Gloss on matte is not easy. Jon @jonsibal for the one of a kind body and livery design. Rhys @rhysmillenracing for the one off carbon hood and hatch. Todd and his team at the TRD Salisbury, NC shop for manufacturing our one off carbon kevlar body panels.

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The peak of the tuning culture, as Papadakis put it, was coincidentally "in the early 2000s, when The Fast and the Furious came out." In the years since, the big sponsorship money behind import tuner cars shifted over to the newer, flashier drifting, so it's no surprise that Papadakis made the transition, too.

But even back in the street scene itself, things have changed.

It's still dangerous and deadly, more so than in the Papadakis and Choi days. The Los Angeles Times published a harrowing feature on its fatalities:

The deadliest year on record was 2007, with 18 fatal crashes. After a period with relatively few recorded deaths, the count grew in recent years, with 15 fatalities in 2015, 11 in 2016 and 12 deaths in 2017, the Times analysis shows.

The dead were overwhelmingly male and young: More than half were 21 or younger, including two children, ages 4 and 8, killed along with their mother. Slightly less than half of the victims — 47% — were behind the wheel. The rest were either passengers in the speeding vehicles, spectators or people simply walking on a footpath or driving home.

A 2017 story in LA Weekly highlighted members of law enforcement attempting to figure out new ways to discourage street racing by suggesting that the city put down rumble strips on popular streets used by racers.

The story quoted Donald Galaz, a leader of the Brotherhood of Street Racers organisation, who called the strips "a Band-Aid on a bullet wound." He argued, "They're going to put those strips down and we're just going to move to another street. That's what we've been doing. That's not the solution."

Instead, Galaz advocated for a legalised outlet, just as other street racers had done over 20 years before:

He says the real, long-term solution is to find a safe, off-street venue for young people who want to race. Gallaz and his organisation have been lobbying the city for years to open such a venue at Terminal Island, where such racing last took place in the 1990s. He says city officials have consistently ignored the idea. Today the city of Los Angeles is home to zero sanctioned drag strips, though they can be found in the Inland Empire and San Diego County.

"They don't listen," Galaz says of city leaders. "There's a need for an organised event so the environment can be controlled and racing can be taken off the streets for good."

But the kids aren't shutting down streets for drags alone, anymore. The public is more familiar with "takeovers," when a group of people and a few cars take over a street or intersection and block it off to do doughnuts or other stunts.

LAPD has classified the spectrum of "behaviours and activities" into six categories: drag racing (obviously), street and intersection takeovers, drifters, stunt bikes and off-road vehicles, low-riders, spontaneous racers (at stoplights) and car clubs and spectators. I asked Sgt. Garcia if he thought Hollywood had created street racing copycats in LA today.

"Perhaps it began that way," he said slowly, thinking. "But the current climate is about notoriety on social media. It's about street credibility. The more brazen the act, the more well-known the location, the more notoriety a person gets."

Posting on social media gives a tangible score-keeping system of garnering likes and followers, totally removed from the strict who-is-faster-than-whom world of street racing.

There's a real cultural split here, one you can see in this recent Instagram post that blew up online. It's from 9kracing, an account belonging to someone who claims to be part of the scene for over 10 years, talking about how the scene has lost its dignity, openly going after busy spots, not secluded ones, blaming "non-car people" who go to meets "with the sole purpose of doing illegal shit":

The California Street Car Scene Is Dead ???? I officially joined the scene around 2005 during high school and I can openly say that it has never sunken this low. It’s been a roller coaster ride, but it’s completely off the rails right now. Back in the day, I went to car meets to meet new people and learn more about cars. I was a 16 year old with no understanding of speed or death. I didn’t go to a meet to get ratchet or with the sole purpose to do illegal shit. I went to meet similar people who enjoyed the same hobby while looking at beautiful cars. If we did do something, we brought it to a closed location or dead canyon area. I’m not saying I’ve been a perfect role model, but it was never a Main Street intersection in the middle of a city while we chanted fuck the police and shot fireworks at them. I’m extremely embarrassed over these acts and feel sad for the people who have to deal with its consequences. If your car is modified. Lube up, because you are about to get boned. Expect more tickets and headaches in the near future. I spoke with CHP recently after they came to our shop to discuss these incidents since technically our team supplies thousands of cars around SoCal with “Race track only” modifications. CA started to ban more and more aftermarket car part companies from doing business in CA. Car teams will be considered gangs. If you have license plates on in your Instagram videos, you will be flagged in their system. They will come to your house and take your car away for street racing. TRAP will aggressively raid tuner shops that do engine work. If you remove cats or avoid “smog”. Expect to have someone trying to set you up. Whenever you go to smog your car, they will have a force smog ref submission on anyone with aftermarket or tuned ecu’s. On top of them popping anyone with a modified exhaust or tint. Don’t go to car meets. You’ll end up regretting it. It’s been hot before, but never this hot. If you need to socialize. Pay $100 for some track time with SpeedVentures, Topak, or go to a reputable private property hosted event. Good luck everyone. Our cars are now high priority targets, because of non car people acting like car people. #notmyscene

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I asked Papadakis what he thought, if the import tuner and racing scene that he grew up with was still around, if it was still as prolific as it once was.

"No, that's long gone," he said without hesitation. "In 1993, you could get a ticket for street racing and it'd be $US300 ($405) or $US400 ($540) and a few points. But the fines started getting into the thousands and the police started impounding cars and sometimes keeping them, charging people with misdemeanours."

Papadakis had a few theories on why everything phased out, the first being that the younger tuner crowd simply grew up. They made enough money to buy their dream cars, like the Supra and the NSX. There was no more need to modify a cheap Civic and give it a massive turbo, let alone to hit the streets in it.

Moreover, strict California emissions laws make it hard to modify cars so that they still pass inspection. Since 1967, California has been able to implement stricter regulations than the rest of the country. And in 2004, the California Air Resources Board passed the nation's first greenhouse gas emissions standards for cars. 

On top of that, cars now come from the factory so advanced that they're hard to work on just by yourself and a group of your buddies. Options from the dealer are getting better and better, too. Even economy cars come with quality sound systems now. You don't need to put in your own, and you can factory option a big, obnoxious wing if you want to.

The era is over, in any case, faded away. Everyone out of the street racing scene of the 1990s has grown up and moved on to bigger things, Dom and Papadakis both.

"There's probably a kind of stigma to rolling around with a big wing on your car," Papadakis said. "I don't think it's cool to be a street racer today."

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