Spinning cars are a norm eKasi. But the sport, if you want to call it that, has always been shrouded by the infamous thugs that drive the car synonymous with township car spinning, the BMW 325, otherwise known as Gusheshe.
I for one hated these guys when I was younger. I never thought I'd have a friend, who was involved in the "sport". Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on your point of view, I found out I have one.
Thabo (not his real name) and I grew up together in the east rand. We parted ways when he moved to Bloemfontein. I bumped into him a few weeks ago and last week he invited me to see the real life of car spinners. Reluctantly I did.
He picked me on sat morning to go attend a friend's funeral. After the funeral, to honour him, they spun their cars. Clouds of smoke covered the road as the air got thick with the smell of burning rubber.
After the stunt show we went to the after tears, where I was introduced to the Gusheshe family. To my surprise they welcomed me with open arms.
The afternoon was spent with the "boys" at Thabo's backyard; next to us pimped BMW 325's were parked in assorted colours. The topic of the day was how they could raise money to bail out one of their friends who was arrested earlier that week.
After a couple of drinks it dawned on me that I was probably amongst thieves wanted by the law. But as I looked at Thabo holding his kid and the brotherhood they genuinely felt for each other. I realised there was more to these people than what meets the eye.
Behind the pimped cars, the alcohol and women surrounding car spinning are guys who've made a family for themselves.
But don't get it twisted these are thieves probably wanted by the law...
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