THE PEE SMELL IS COMPLIMENTARY

Fancy name for a parking lot. Shielded by a strip of deciduous mountain forest, this pockmarked shitbox is a sanctuary for the meager beavers of Steel City. And that’s what makes it such a hot YFS find. The naked eye is not enough to appreciate the sparkle in Tokyo Drift Speedway’s underworld gold. The Steel crew expounds… “Experience a minimum of three seasons in one day as you plod around this once fabled Gymkhana site adorned with elaborate skid marks not seen since the great 2003 Hepatitis-A outbreak at the Valley Mall Chi-Chi’s.” Go on, we’re listening… “...Lush and unwanted describes both the vegetation as well as the sluggers that call this field home. The same tree-sized weeds that litter the fence and defend railcars from bombs ensure these Nice Guys stay on the right side of tracks.” Seems like our Steel City boys have some chipped ham on their shoulders. If only their game were as elevated as their pristine field. Perhaps yinz can find a ringer, just follow the wafting hobo piss.