#ebisu circuit

[seat-safety-switch]

My name is Archibald Shitpope. I'm a detective who solves crimes other cops can't, because they drive shitty cars. Me? I'm all about 80s and 90s Japanese imports. The Bubble Era. The Golden Age.

"Chief wants you," spat the sarge, opening the door to my office. I didn't even look up from my copy of Option magazine, which itself was obscuring a Panasonic CRT television showing a constant repeat of a pirated Hong Kong VCD copy of Video Option magazine, its associated cross-media brand. You didn't need to be Tarzan Yamada to know that this case had already hit the skids.

As I stood over the body of the Chief's daughter, the gun cooling in my hands, I now knew two things. One: there's no way that the dockhands were this clumsy about recording engine block VINs, especially for something as obviously hot as an SR20VE blacktop. Two: I now knew the true meaning of Christmas, thanks to my friend Santa Claus and his Sil80 reindeer.

"You're gonna get some real heat for this, Shitpoop," moaned my new assistant. "You better go on leave, lay low for a bit."

Good idea, for a Mustang owner. I knew exactly where I wanted to go: Ebisu Circuit. It's strange how things with race cars often end where they begin.

Detective Toshigi met me at the sky bridge at Haneda. "Get the fuck out of my country," he barked, "unless you have what I asked for."

It pained me to deal in such illicit, sleazy goods, but I did so regardless - for the sake of the case. Reaching deep into my commemorative Honda Accord Aerodeck man satchel, I removed a poly-bagged copy of the Haynes manual for a 1989 Pontiac Grand Prix. Toshigi's lips curled upward into a perverted sneer.

[raspberryspace]

2/27/24 - Ebisu Circuit

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Japanese Dodge vans at a DAJIBAN meeting at Ebisu Circuit

[941injapan]

Media Reflection

For my reflection on how the media portrayed Japan vs how it really was, I'd like to talk about Kabukicho in Shinjuku Tokyo, and Dotonbori, Osaka first. Both of these locations are vibrant and active areas famous for nightlife and great food. However, what some may not know is that these are the areas in which the hit video game Yakuza 0 takes place. Following two separate men and their journey to legendary status in the underground criminal world, Yakuza 0 was an interesting game with plenty to offer in terms of insight into the fun of Japan. Half of the game follows Kazuma Kiryu, a young yakuza in a place called Kamurocho in Tokyo. Can you guess where it's based off of? Kabukicho! The game bases itself closely on the real thing, minus the gangs and crime, but in the 80s. The red neon torii gate makes its appearance, batting cages, plenty of lights, bars, taxis, train stations, and even slot car racing places. It really felt surreal coming here and experiencing all these things in real life. Of course, as most video games are, there are dramatizations of things that aren't real occurrences, but the setting of the game really helps get the feeling of its real-life counterpart across. Dotonbori was the same way. In the game, Sotenbori is the place where Goro Majima, works as a cabaret club manager to pay his debts to the yakuza. The river, Don Quitote, takoyaki stands, the whole deal was in the game and in Dotonbori. Osaka was more believable in terms of the videogame, as it's not crazy to see uncommon occurrences or people. Yakuza 0 sold to me a very illustrious and embellished image of Japan, yet, the real thing didn't feel like such a far shot from it either. It brings me around to a bigger thought about media and its portrayal of real life, especially considering a place like Japan, whose main power is derived from its influence in media. Many times people will see Japan in a movie, game, social media, or picture, a build an idea of what Japan is in their mind. The Japanese are guilty of this too. Ever heard of Paris Syndrome? It's a very serious form of culture shock when Japanese people visit Paris and it is much dirtier and mundane than they had expected. Being in Japan so much, I've seen their French cafes and boutiques and it's no surprise that they still think France is in its romance era still. In a world more interconnected than ever with technology, it seems our connection to reality may even be weaker as our media evolves.

One thing I really wanted to note was the Shutoko Expressway in Tokyo. Shutoko, more commonly called Shuto Expressway, is a series of interconnected highway roads that reach many parts of Tokyo. I play a video game called Asseto Corsa, a hyper-realistic racing simulator that supports modding, or user-created content. A group of Corsa players got together to make the Shutoko Revival Project (SRP), to bring Japan and it's car culture to real life. Complete with traffic, realistic real-time weather, and full car functionality down to the windshield wipers, I've driven all around Tokyo long before I stepped on the plane. It's uncanny how 1 to 1 this game is, and it gives me great hope for the potential for making the many great roads of the world driveable for all. I've driven Japanese mountain passes, Tokyo streets, Fuji Speedway, and Ebisu circuit, all from the comforts of my home with real driving physics and experience. I can't wait to see the full potential of racing simulation. This example is the only example I can give of a game or media being exactly as it's portrayed, and it gives a positive image for Japan and all who dream to go there, to be able to explore Japan in a fun way without getting out of your house.

[micecakes]

so uhhhhhhhh a new car game specifically based around drifting just like dropped out of nowhere? and its got licensed cars? (only 12 but including that one important one) and most of the tracks are ebisu circuit in japan? and even mount akina/haruna...........

[johnnywooh]

[memphiswright]

メンフィス passion playas

[rapidjapan]

AE86 heaven at Ebisu Circuit Higashi Course

[motormavens]

Prayers go out to our good friends from @teamorange2001 @teamorangedrift and all the staff at Ebisu Circuit in Fukushima! This weekend’s earthquake crushed our friend Noriaki’s AE86 Trueno and dealt a LOT of damage to Ebisu Circuit. Hopefully the nearby castles are ok! 🙏🙏🙏🙏 #EbisuCircuit #fukushimajapan (at Ebisu Circuit) https://www.instagram.com/p/CLQGtH5gRve/?igshid=18gvs6b1obuw7

[depressedkakashihatake]

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The Sun beat down on them. judging by its placement in the sky, he could guess that it was around 1pm. That left him with another hour before he had to be back at the Acadamy to get some paper work done before he called it a day.

“You’re thinking,” the muttered protest pulled his attention back to the man currently splayed out across his torso “it is nap time, not thinking time.”

“Nap Time?” He chuckled “it sounds like someone has been spending too much time with Kakashi.”

A soft grunt was all he got in response. 

“You know, i’m starting to think i should be jealous,” his free hand played with the short brown strands of hair on his boyfriends head “You spend all this time with me.”

“We’re working on the same team,” another huff “Besides, i’ve known Senpai longer than i’ve known you.”

“True,” a gentle tug on hair followed by a groan “But i’m your boyfriend. shouldn’t you be giving me some of that attention?”

“I give you lots of attention, flipper.” A nickname that Yamato had come up with just a few weeks ago. He wasn’t sure he liked it quiet yet. “Every night, every morning, every lunch break that i’m in the village. every moment i can spare is with you.”

“Except you went to lunch with Kakashi yesterday,” Another tug of hair, and another groan “i was so lonely at the academy.”

“you could have joined us,” Yamato shifted, his chin pressing into his chest as he looked up at him “But you decided that you wanted to ‘get some paper work done’“

It was true that Yamato had offered to take him out with them the day before, but that fact was counter productive to what he was trying to do right now.

“And what about the day before?” he asked “you had a movie night at Kakashi’s house.”

    Hands came down beside his head, allowing Yamato to push himself up and move so that he was hovering over his face.

“I don’t think movie night with the team counts as ‘time with Senpai’,” a playful smile was glued on that pretty face, dark hues staring down at him “but if you want to play that game, didn’t you decide that you would rather hang out with Ebisu just a few days ago?”

“i did...” he admitted with a guilt look “and i thought about you all night.”

“Oh you did?” Yamato leaned down and pressed a kiss to his forehead “and what did you think about.”

he was pretty sure he was supposed to give Yamato an answer to that question, but all of a sudden his brain had started to short circuit when the other man moved down to kiss his neck. 

[midnightactual]

The streets outside the almost endless izakaya of Ebisu were still slick with rain as Yoruichi prowled them. She wore civilian clothes: short black heels, jeans, a light blue turtleneck, a dark muted blue coat against the rain, and had her ponytail in a blue bow for once. Her look was mature but still stylish and, more importantly, comparatively inconspicuous.

She drifted past one little establishment after another, looking for the next in her great circuit of them. Most of them were full. She was in no mood to push her body and was instead just looking for yet more snacky foods and the strange comfort of being among people she didn't know and would likely never see again.

For almost a century she'd let such moods and fancies guide her life, taking her wherever they might like a maple leaf on the wind. Now... well. She wouldn't go too far. But to be in Tokyo, some 30 kilometres away from Karakura and Naruki and all the tastes and smells of their reiatsu signatures, felt good. It felt different and was a welcome change.

Still, she kept getting whiffs of something or other she couldn't quite place, and they were getting stronger. Perhaps subconsciously she steered toward the source. When she found it, she stopped and glanced into the izakaya in question, only to be surprised You...? 

She quickly comported her expression and kept moving as she decided to act as though it’d never happened. She stopped mid stride when the voice matching the face called out from behind her, “Hey!”

[demoban]

Release: DemoDemo PlayStation Volume 18, 1996 May (PCPX-96027)

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In terms of structure, this DemoDemo is strange in that it splits it demos equally between the accessible sections for reasons I couldn’t wholly tell you. That being said, you better love yourself some scrolling shooters and puzzle games, as they by far constitute the bulk of this disc’s playable content. If you do happen to like shooters in particular, though, it’s worth noting that Dezaemon+ demo on here is neat in that aside from letting you play sample content, you can even mess around with the series-defining shmup editor for things like graphics and sound, although you understandably don’t seem to be able to actually save any content you make within the demo. With that out of the way, here’s the full content breakdown:

DemoDemo PlayStation Volume 18, 1996 May PCPX-96027

Demo PlayStation:   Playable Demos (Silver disc icons, left to right, top to bottom):   -Victory Zone 2   -Circuit Beat   -City Bravo   -Dezaemon+   -Kyuiin

  Movies (Green disc icons, left to right, top to bottom):   -Kowloon's Gate   -Samurai Showdown III   -Hokuto no Ken   -Sonic Wings Special   -Expert   -Creature Shock   -Bonogurashi: Kore de Kanpeki Disu   -True Pinball   -Ebisu Yoshikazu no Ooana Kyoutei   -PoPoLoCrois Monogatari   -The King of Fighters '95   -Shutokou Battle   -Feda: Emblem of Justice Remake   -ThunderStrike 2   -ClockWerx   -Meru Purana   -Extreme Power   -Kojima Takeo: Mahjong Teiou

Request PlayStation:   Playable demos for the following games in clockwise order, starting at the top:   -BreakThru   -Mezase! Senkyuuou   -Kururin PA!   -Unstack   -Tecmo Stackers/Deron Dero Dero

-Pepsi

[gunnerpalace]

Every Day With You is a Festival

Written for @ichirukimonth Day 29, Fireworks. Just shy of 2000 words; mostly fluff, some smut, so there is some NSFW under the cut.

I'm not sure what continuity this takes place in, to be honest. Could be canon-divergent DSM (in which case they live in a house in Karakura), or it could be the College AU of Winter Warmth (in which case they live in an apartment in Shimokitazawa).

Ichigo knew he'd made a grave mistake two and a half seconds after taking his first bite of yodaredori—mouthwatering chicken. The chicken itself was tender and juicy, but the deep red sauce it sat in, which was liberally accented with Sichuan peppercorns...

He glanced up at Rukia, using all his nerve and concentration to will his face to be neutral. It felt like someone had turned his mouth into a weapons cache and then set fire to it, with ammunition cooking off everywhere. Pretty soon the whole thing was going to go up in a single, massive, lethal pyrotechnics display.

Rukia was rather contently starting in on her beef stew with Japanese pepper oil, using a Chinese spoon to scoop it up. She had, rather sensibly, ordered it medium in heat, since they'd never had Sichuan cuisine before. They'd decided they should try something new before making their way to the festival, and had happened to spot this restaurant, Ryūmon.

She hadn't noticed him for the moment.

Ichigo glanced down at his plate again as he felt perspiration start to bead on his forehead. Just... stay calm... one bite at a time... His eyes naturally drifted over to his glass of water, and he did his best to pick it up nonchalantly, beginning to down it. It... didn't really help; it just seemed to spread the heat around. At least his yukata was loose enough that the rest of him didn't feel hot...

"Fool. You ordered something too spicy again, didn't you?"

His gaze swung back toward her with a sort of trepidatious smoothness.

Rukia was regarding him with hooded eyes and an amused look upon her face. She lifted an eyebrow slightly before taking a bite of another spoonful of stew.

"I'm fine," Ichigo rasped, his voice huskier than usual. He didn't even remotely believe the lie himself and knew she wouldn't either.

It took Rukia a moment to finish chewing—talking with her mouth full was a line her Kuchiki bearing would never allow her to cross—before she piled on. "Oh, I can tell! Mine's perfect too!"

He found his eyebrows starting to furrow. She was already enjoying his suffering. He could tell it was all she could do not to burst out laughing at him.

"Is it going to be a problem? Will we be late?" she continued, adopting her seldom-used schoolgirl voice as her face became a mask of faux concern.

He glowered at her and grudgingly took another bite of chicken. There was no way he was going to show weakness now.

Even though the Sumidagawa Fireworks Festival lasted for 90 minutes and featured 20,000 fireworks detonating overhead, Ichigo never really saw most of them with his own two eyes.

He glanced up at them occasionally, true, and he heard the thunder of them, but the prismatic blossoms and deafening blasts rolled over him without really drawing his focus.

The way he saw most of them bloom was by seeing Rukia watch them.

To him, they were mirrored in her. They were showers of sparks in her eyes. They were lights in every shade of the rainbow playfully coloring the pale complexion of her face and the pearly whites of her smile. They were her smile itself as she reacted to what she was witnessing, from subtle upticks at the corners of her mouth to ecstatic, moony grins. They were even the set of her eyes, wide with wonder or narrowed in satisfaction.

It wasn't that he didn't care about the fireworks; rather, it was that the spectacle of them paled in comparison. He just couldn't take his eyes off of her.

Ichigo didn't think she really noticed—not that he thought much of anything in front of such a sight—but when the grand finale finally died down and the skies dimmed, Rukia's eyelids drooped like curtains closing out the show, and her gaze turned toward him.

Describing the feeling of that was difficult. The crowd about them was immense, and yet it felt like... It felt like he was out by himself on a grassy plain beneath the light of a full moon, low on the horizon, and he had the sense it was there and shining for him and him alone out of everyone in the entire world. It was just him and that serene moon—just him and Rukia.

She tilted her head in a coquettish way at his expression, smirked, then gave him a beatific if coy look, batting her eyelashes. "What?"

He smiled and shook his head a little without changing his focus. "Nothing."

She looked him up and down and beamed.

The trip back home was circuitous and indirect. It wasn't often that Ichigo and Rukia had reasons or the time to head deeper into Tokyo proper, so when they did, they liked to make it special. It wasn't a big deal to make stops on their way back, or to take detours.

They got ice cream at the Cold Stone Creamery in Shibuya Station to soothe Ichigo's lingering injuries before heading down into Ebisu to idle among the izakaya.

Rukia walked hand in hand with Ichigo as they went, squeezing his fingers between hers. She found herself glad that they'd chosen to wear yukata. Even this late past sundown, the summer heat still leaked out of the pavement, and so the little breeze that wended between the buildings worked magic through the loose fabric.

It wasn't just the summer weather that was making her hot though.

She glanced sideways at Ichigo out of the corners of her eyes yet again, her gaze sweeping over him, lingering on their interlaced hands before going back to his face and his eyes—always to his chocolate eyes...

His hand warmed hers as though it was laying in the sun. But looking at him... An entirely different kind of heat suffused her lower belly. The panging there was constant, like a chain of firecrackers popping off, and had been ever since she'd caught him looking at her that way at the festival. Walking with him like this... She'd worn panties under the nagajuban beneath her yukata, and was sincerely glad for that choice, but they also made it very clear to her what a predicament she was in. This damnable man...

Why did he always have this effect on her when she least expected it?

She bit her lip and looked away, forcing herself to study the various little restaurants they were passing, but she knew it was no use. She’d catch sight of him in a reflection in a window, or enough time would pass, and her eyes would always be drawn back to his. That warmth never left her either. Maybe, if they got something to drink, the rest of her could feel that way too, and he might not notice...

"Hmm, I think I've heard of this place; they're supposed to have pretty good fried chicken," Ichigo suddenly said.

Rukia blinked and turned her head back, following his gaze. She squinted and peered at him suspiciously. "Really? You're still hungry?"

He clicked his tongue and let out a Tch! before muttering "Not really." He then turned to look at her directly, genuinely smiling as he rubbed the back of his head. "What would you like?"

Rukia blinked, her eyes widening like a deer in headlights as she found herself at the center of his attention. She was instantly aware of a blush rising on her cheeks and forced herself to frown with disinterest, once more looking the other way in a huff. What is wrong with me...?! I can't believe I'm this worked up by this fool... "Let's just get some sake or beer," she grumbled.

Ichigo kept watching her for a few seconds, then began looking elsewhere again, his smile taking on an element of consideration.

Rukia tightened her arms around Ichigo's shoulders and pressed her dainty fingers into his shoulder blades, no longer mindful of or concerned about whether her short nails dug into his skin.

His fingers were splayed across her ample rear, sunk into her supple curves to squeeze and hold her firmly, helping her bounce on him.

She gasped in air as she rode up him once more, and then pressed her face into the hollow of his neck, letting out a hot, breathy moan against his skin as he pulled her hips back down.

Perfect. Perfect was the word for him, his size, his heat, his hardness, his grip, his strength, his smell. She was slick beyond belief and moved on him with the greatest of ease, her body wrapped around his in more ways than one and his every motion blanking her mind.

A shudder worked through her as he filled her completely and hit that deep critical spot of hers yet again, and she dug her heels into the small of his back as her toes flexed as far as they could. Her head tipped back as her spine curved, her petite breasts pushing up against his chiseled chest as she moaned again against the bottom of his jaw in lewd appreciation.

Time was impossible to track anymore. Was he pausing with each thrust to press against her there, or did it just feel that way? Rukia couldn't tell, and she didn't care either. The sensation made her whole body tremble with delight and forced her thoughts to fuzz into delirium, and then he was moving again, rubbing and grinding her other most sensitive spots and setting off the whole chain-reaction anew.

Although her eyes were shut from the intensity of her pleasure, bright spots of various shades shimmered and glinted all along the edges of her vision, like the fireworks they'd seen earlier.

She weakly opened her eyes, finding it impossible to focus on anything from how bleary her sight was, and found afterimages of them still flickering. They almost seemed to dance to the beat of the waves of ecstasy echoing through her, which were gathering and gaining amplitude deep in her core, making all her muscles tighten.

Her eyes closed again from the intensity of it, and she murmured and mumbled "Aah! Mhnn!... Ichigooo...!" around her panting for breath. Y-you've g-got to let me cum, I'm g-gonna break...!

He didn't disappoint her; she pumped up and down him twice more before she found herself pulled flush to him, and then he slid out of her, and...

Her grand finale dwarfed that of the festival—for her, their darkened bedroom was gone; there was only her and him and a universe of white-hot, electric, all-consuming ecstasy. Time and space ceased to have meaning within the joy of it. She basked in it for an eternity, losing herself and all her worries.

When her own private universe's big bang finally cooled enough for simple thoughts to become possible again, she found herself slumped against him, arms still wrapped around his shoulders and neck as she clung to him.

Ichigo had reclined against the pillows to rest his head and neck against the headboard, cradling Rukia and rubbing her back as he nuzzled his face into her hair.

She kissed his throat a long time after she caught her breath and found her bearings again, shifting a little in his grasp. She was a mess down there... it was all over her lower abs, thighs, and even her rear... However, the warm, sticky feeling was comforting rather than embarrassing. Was he still hard? No...? "Did you...?" she whispered.

He only said "Yeah," kissing the top of her head. Her climax had been really wet, but could she truly not tell...?

"... Fool, you could've done it in me..." she rebuked quietly, without heat. She could've endured a little longer... maybe...

"Shut up, you're tired," he replied, starting to scoot forward with her so they could lay down.

She didn't protest and sank into his soothing grasp and warmth as sleep fell over her just like the covers did.

[smoothshift]

Ebisu Circuit - Disney Land for adults via /r/cars

Ebisu Circuit - Disney Land for adults https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGa33QsMK-M

[rapidjapan]

S15 getting some practice laps in at Ebisu Kita Course.

[driftstickers]

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