Not as in “that’s a sick car”, but as in permanent congestion. Straight yuckface. Being under the weather has forced me to stay low key, so I decided to be productive and organize my garage a bit. Also found out the WRX needs more parts, no surprise there. Despite it all, there is a silver lining. I woke up this morning to find my old man dropping off a new beater car at my door, free of charge, title in hand. Today is the glorious day that my Subaru is officially no longer my DD (daily driver) so I’m pumped to plot my next round of mods once all the maintenance is done. I’ve got a few plans to say the least. See you on the Jamaicaway…
You know the ones…those nights when you have no plans that turn out to be great?
I got a call from B to come check out a car show he entered the JWay Evo MR in – turns out a few of the homies were there also. Got a ride in Piper’s fast & freshly rebuilt RHD Celica AllTrac, some of the crew took home trophies, then we blasted down the Eneking & Jamaica Way to one of our favorite sushi spots and ended the night on a high note. Good times.
Two of my favorite cars from the show, Import Evolution’s EG & G35, both boosted. Nice to see some cars at the show NOT fakin the funk LOL.
I guess an intro is the proper way to start things off.
The JWay Special is a collective of friends/JDM enthusiasts from the Boston area. This blog is to share our projects & whatever other car-related mayhem takes place in our daily grind. One question I get asked a lot is – what’s up with the name?
In Japan there are wangan racers and futo drifters, not to mention its legendary circuit track history.
California has more than its fair share of mountain passes and pro level racetracks.
The midwest is known for street runners who assault industrial areas like their personal playgrounds.
Here, in the greater Boston area, we have parkways. Long, old, twisty one or two lane highways connecting the neighborhoods that make up our city. These parkways are called the Emerald Necklace, the centerpiece of which is the Jamaica Way.
For locals, the Jamaica Way is the fastest way to downtown Boston. Period. It runs through each neighborhood (with exception of Southie & Roxbury) and is a brutally quick stretch of car control. Two lanes lead in, two lanes lead out from the heart of the city. Roughly 15 turns varying in degree & elevation. No median. No roadside barriers. No turn off. Even the police avoid it. Its a favourite of motorcycle riders in the summer and avoided by most in the winter – truly treacherous urban terrain.
As a kid growing I up my household never had a car. My father always had nice cars but he lived outside the city. One the perks of spending time with my dad was that I’d always see some the nicest cars on the JWay, everything from bolt-on Civic hatchbacks and Supras to Hamaan M3’s, Jaguars, and turbo 911’s. It was and still is my personal Nurburgbring Nordschlieffe – menacingly simple with death looming at every turn. No mistake goes unforgiven on the JWay. It has claimed cars, bikes, and lives.
Despite that reality, myself and my circle of gear head friends run it flat out, building cars to chase personal ghosts. To push limits as drivers and tuners. Hey – it’s not for everyone, but we aren’t like everyone else. Never have been.