Young men with powerful cars gather at night to show off their skills and daring to their peers. Motors roar and the four-wheeled dancers slide and pirouette with dangerous disregard for the cheering audience.
When the morning comes and the road is clear, the evidence of their nocturnal activities remain, burned in black rubber on the asphalt. These recorded curves and lines document the motions of the night as if written in strokes of ink-laden calligraphy brushes.