FAHQ Racing is the leftover smoke from an East Coast hare scramble shotgun blast. It irritates your eyes, clouds your judgement and makes soccer moms drink cheap wine. Established in a dingy basement in Massachusetts in 1986, the club has thrived for years on the tapped-out souls of C riders who bled cake frosting and tears in off-road promoter Bill Gusse’s nightmares. This Web site is a place where you can buy limited quantities of items not sold in stores. In the famed words of C442: “Get yours before you can’t get yours.” -The Management