Episode

A true story about my past on Japanese mountain passes and my current stance today. I no longer drive that way. This blog does not glorify dangerous behavior.

I thought I had found my winning pattern on the mountain pass.That night, a black Civic EG6 showed me I wasn’t invincible.A true story about overconfidence, fear, and defeat.

An underpowered AE86 on a narrow mountain pass. Giving up the uphill and betting everything on the downhill. A true story of weight reduction and driving technique.

A true story about mountain pass racing, learning grip driving in an AE86, and the day I realized I was not ready to chase my future rival, the legendary Civic EG6.

I chose a weekday pre-dawn mountain pass for my first run, knowing fewer drivers would be there.I didn’t want to get in anyone’s way.When the engine stopped, there was no triumph—only silence.In that moment, I began to understand why I really wanted to drive.

I bought the AE86 because of Initial D, with one clear purpose from the beginning: to drive mountain passes.Before I ever held a license, I sat in the passenger seat and watched the night roads.This episode traces the quiet buildup before becoming the one behind the wheel.

Why did I become so deeply drawn to Japanese cars of the 1980s?In an unstable home, cars were the only things that behaved predictably.Used car magazines and spec sheets became quiet salvation.This episode captures how obsession slowly took hold.

Initial D changed everything.Driver’s licenses, newspaper routes, convenience store shifts.The AE86 I bought for ¥600,000 became more than a car.It was the turning point that taught me how to dream—and how to move forward.

My father drove through the night.My mother chased small dreams during the day.Growing up in a silent household, I was drawn to movement and imagination.This episode reflects on how those early influences shaped me.

From the outside, my family looked ordinary.Inside, there was quiet tension and unspoken chaos.This episode explores my parents, my sister, and how cars slowly became my emotional refuge.The true starting point of Second Gear Life.