RC Beasty. Est. 2024. This ain’t your daddy’s RC car club. This is where the asphalt ends and the mayhem begins. We’re the grease-stained, dirt-caked disciples of speed, the high priests of horsepower. We worship at the altar of the jump, the crash, the glorious carnage. Forget Sunday drives – we’re carving our own tracks through the mud and the madness. So, ditch the pavement princess, grab your rig, and join the underground. We’re RC Beasty, and we’re here to bash.