"It all went down in a deserted San Pedro warehouse down by the docks.
The smolder of burnt rubber filled the air, throttles cracked and
unleashed barking exhausts that echoed off the rooftop. The posse of RSD
SuperHooligan riders spun tight circles on a short cement oval within
an arena of orange and white construction barriers, elbows up, eyes
wide. The shrill sound of sirens interrupted the party, a handful of
LA’s finest on their black and white motorcycles storming the warehouse.
Luckily, they were in on the gig, all part of Indian Motorcycle’s