The King of the streets.
"Is it ready? Good. It's going to be an odd time of the night." It is the night of June 26th 2003, and, in the streets of Canberra, Australia, crowds are gathering from all over for the race of a lifetime. They're saying the king of the streets is going to be there.
Three cars had gathered to challenge the king of the streets. A Nissan skyline gtr-r32, a mazda6, and a Dodge Viper rt/10. The three best drivers in Australia drove these cars, save for the king of streets. Their names are mark, max, and, although no-one would've expected it, Charlene. Charlene was the runner up in the circuits of Bathurst, but only by 2 seconds. She's been waiting for the chance to get back at the king of the streets.
Out of nowhere, there was a great roar of a skyline r34 engine, and a parting of the crowd, as the king of streets made his way to the starting line. He had a nitro hooked up so that it blew women's dresses upward so he could catch a view. As he pulled up towards the starting line, the other three drivers got really nervous.
"When the hands drop you go!" the conductor of the race yelled. "Got that?" There was a giant roar of engines in agreement. "GO!" The hands dropped, and four cars flew off the starting line. Left turn, right turn right turn. They flew through the streets of fyshwick. Max was in the lead, followed by the king, then Charlene, and finally mark.
The king attempted to make a pass at Charlene, but she blocked him. He tried again, again she blocked.
Back at the starting/finishing line, the conductor of the race said, "have I got a surprise for you tonight." He talked into his intercom radio, "you guys in?" "we're in." "do it." All of a sudden, there was an explosion, and the bridge collaped. "now they gotta find another way around to here."
The king of streets was one step ahead. He had heard the explosion and broke from the race through a back alley. He was dodging bins like a fly dodging a hand. Once he got to the other side he continued down the street and came to another bridge, but this bridge was old and condemned. Still he got across safe enough. Once he was at the finish line, he got out of his car for the first time. Everyone got a surprise, caus this person was only about 20 years old. He had dark red hair, blue eyes, and he wore an expression of confusion. "what happened? Why'd the bridge explode?" "it was part of the plan. Here they come." There was a mighty roar as the rest of the crew pulled up. It was Charlene, followed by mark, then max was bringing up the rear with some body problems. They were all amazed at what they saw. Charlene had thought she had this race in the bag, but she was clearly wrong. "he left the race." She said, "its not fair." "he heard the explosion and found an alternative route." The conductor said as he handed the king the money. "your still the king of streets." "I have a name, you know." The king said in a booming voice. "my name is Gerard." " HERE THAT, EVERYONE? HIS NAME IS GERARD!" there was a roar of appreciation from the crowd.
There was the roar of an engine and a siren. THE COPS HAD COME!! There was some frantic scrambling and a roar of a hundred plus engines started and a hundred plus exotics drove off in every direction. The cops were all over them. And Gerard was gone in a flash.
Later he was booking in at a motel for the night, when Charlene came in to make a reservation at the same place. "we meet again." Gerarde said to Charlene. "yes, so we do." "can I buy you a drink?" "sure." Gerard and Charlene went over to the bar and ordered their drinks. "so, umm, how long you been racing?" Gerard asked Charlene. "about a year or 2." Charlene replied.
* * *
late on things started to get heated. "so I hear your great in the sack." Charlene said to Gerard. "that's true, you wanna find out?" "of course." ....
a very erotic ending to a car acing story, don't you think?
"Is it ready? Good. It's going to be an odd time of the night." It is the night of June 26th 2003, and, in the streets of Canberra, Australia, crowds are gathering from all over for the race of a lifetime. They're saying the king of the streets is going to be there.
Three cars had gathered to challenge the king of the streets. A Nissan skyline gtr-r32, a mazda6, and a Dodge Viper rt/10. The three best drivers in Australia drove these cars, save for the king of streets. Their names are mark, max, and, although no-one would've expected it, Charlene. Charlene was the runner up in the circuits of Bathurst, but only by 2 seconds. She's been waiting for the chance to get back at the king of the streets.
Out of nowhere, there was a great roar of a skyline r34 engine, and a parting of the crowd, as the king of streets made his way to the starting line. He had a nitro hooked up so that it blew women's dresses upward so he could catch a view. As he pulled up towards the starting line, the other three drivers got really nervous.
"When the hands drop you go!" the conductor of the race yelled. "Got that?" There was a giant roar of engines in agreement. "GO!" The hands dropped, and four cars flew off the starting line. Left turn, right turn right turn. They flew through the streets of fyshwick. Max was in the lead, followed by the king, then Charlene, and finally mark.
The king attempted to make a pass at Charlene, but she blocked him. He tried again, again she blocked.
Back at the starting/finishing line, the conductor of the race said, "have I got a surprise for you tonight." He talked into his intercom radio, "you guys in?" "we're in." "do it." All of a sudden, there was an explosion, and the bridge collaped. "now they gotta find another way around to here."
The king of streets was one step ahead. He had heard the explosion and broke from the race through a back alley. He was dodging bins like a fly dodging a hand. Once he got to the other side he continued down the street and came to another bridge, but this bridge was old and condemned. Still he got across safe enough. Once he was at the finish line, he got out of his car for the first time. Everyone got a surprise, caus this person was only about 20 years old. He had dark red hair, blue eyes, and he wore an expression of confusion. "what happened? Why'd the bridge explode?" "it was part of the plan. Here they come." There was a mighty roar as the rest of the crew pulled up. It was Charlene, followed by mark, then max was bringing up the rear with some body problems. They were all amazed at what they saw. Charlene had thought she had this race in the bag, but she was clearly wrong. "he left the race." She said, "its not fair." "he heard the explosion and found an alternative route." The conductor said as he handed the king the money. "your still the king of streets." "I have a name, you know." The king said in a booming voice. "my name is Gerard." " HERE THAT, EVERYONE? HIS NAME IS GERARD!" there was a roar of appreciation from the crowd.
There was the roar of an engine and a siren. THE COPS HAD COME!! There was some frantic scrambling and a roar of a hundred plus engines started and a hundred plus exotics drove off in every direction. The cops were all over them. And Gerard was gone in a flash.
Later he was booking in at a motel for the night, when Charlene came in to make a reservation at the same place. "we meet again." Gerarde said to Charlene. "yes, so we do." "can I buy you a drink?" "sure." Gerard and Charlene went over to the bar and ordered their drinks. "so, umm, how long you been racing?" Gerard asked Charlene. "about a year or 2." Charlene replied.
* * *
late on things started to get heated. "so I hear your great in the sack." Charlene said to Gerard. "that's true, you wanna find out?" "of course." ....
a very erotic ending to a car acing story, don't you think?