FAHQ Racing
Imagine
a world that has been crammed inside a tunnel, a volcano of creativity
swirling with motorbike fumes and the smell of well-done pizza. FAHQ
Racing is that place. The relentless dispersion of the 15 minutes of
fame everyone seeks has missed its mark with us. Look below the trap
door of the gallows and see us in action: lurking, creating, poking the
bear and chewing on shrapnel. Gone are the days of listening to the
watered-down opinions offered by the masses. I say bark your gibberish
into the canyon and watch as it plummets to the ground like Icarus’s
broken umbrella.
One more thing: Don’t forget to get yours before you can’t get yours.
