Vehicle list
Owner-------------------Car's name---------Car
Mark Torrino------------Drift fury----------1986 Toyota corolla Levin
Johnny Torrino------------------------------1996 Mazda rx-7
Speed Radicals
Prologue
"Go on now push down on the clutch and go up a gear" My father stated while sat in the passenger seat. My hand quivered as I pulled the gear stick down into second. I slowly took my foot off the clutch and brushed the accelerator. It felt uncomfortable driving, all the other ten year old kids where jumping in the mud, what was I doing. Driving. Although it was a skill I could use, it felt strange to be driving at the age of ten.
As time passed I got better, by the age of eleven I could drive as well as an adult who had passed there test. My father then forced me to drive faster,
"it's okay to drive fast son" he stated one day. It didn't really take much, I enjoyed going fast. Once I had got to this stage my father began to give me reading to do. Many books about: car design; car manufacture; driving techniques and many more. I read through them keenly learning about drive trains and how weight distribution would affect a car. I also learned in particular about two cars. One was my fathers car a 1996 Mazda Rx7, the other was a 1986 Toyota corolla. I thought the second of these cars was strange seeing as I hadn't even seen one of these cars in my life. Even though I didn't know why I studied hard, it seemed I learned more about cars than anything that I learned in school.
My twelfth birthday came and I got the shock of my life. I was ready to go on a drive with my dad but when I went to get in the car. He shook his head.
"Over here son" he stated, I looked and there was a sheet covering what I assumed was a car. My dad pulled the sheet off to reveal a metallic silver Toyota corolla, the Levin model my eyes widened. "Wow" I stated gleefully,
"Its yours son" my father said casually. I looked at him, I finally mustered the words.
"But dad I'm only twelve, its illegal" I said in a strange tone that sounded like someone else had spoke it. My father shrugged,
"Lets go" he said throwing the keys to me. I opened the door and jumped into the drivers seat. I drove out of the drive rather quickly, the car sliding slightly as I turned onto the road. I followed the normal route but as I came to a harsh turn that I usually slowed down for, my dad turned to me.
"Don't slow down as much as usual" he stated. I didn't answer but heard what he said. I quickly thought through everything I had read, what could do this turn without slowing down…
The answer came to me quickly, Drifting. The car needed to be rear wheel drive to have the best chance of success at a drift. Thinking once more. The 1986 Toyota Corolla was rear-wheel drive. A small smile crossed my face. I moved to the other side of the road, I dropped a gear and quickly swung back just at the start if the hairpin. My car slid perfectly, I turned the wheel the other way quickly. The car began to move around the corner while facing the inside of the turn. I kept my eyes on the distance between the front of the car and the rail. It was getting closer. Quickly. I turned the wheel more and the car straightened out and then swung the other way. I gripped the wheel for dear life and shut my eyes. I didn't open them again until my dads hands came to rest on my shoulders. I slowly opened my eyes, the car was facing the opposite direction. It hadn't hit the barrier but it had been close. My dad quickly got me out of the drivers seat and put me in the passenger seat. I pulled my knees up to my head covering my face. My dad then drove home.
When I got to fourteen and a half I participated in my first race. I came close second, I still received a good sum of money but was slightly disappointed that I had lost. I had about seven more races up until I was a week away from being sixteen. I had joined a racing team a week earlier. The other three people in the team where Chris, Jason and Adam. I was walking home and when I got to my house there was a police car outside. An officer stood at my front door. I walked up to him, he had a strange look on his face. "Do you live here" he asked sternly.
"Yes I do" I replied rather quickly. He looked over me,
"May we come in, I'm afraid we have some bad news for you" He replied. My face dropped and we entered the front room. I sat in a comfy chair while they both sat on the couch.
"I don't know how to put this but your parents where involved in an accident" he stated. I felt tears well in my eyes.
"Your mother was killed instantly and your father died on the way to hospital. There was nothing anyone could do" he continued.
I stood up quickly and ran, tears streaming down my face. I locked myself in my room, sliding my bed in the way of the door. I grabbed all my clothes and shoved them into a bag. I took almost everything from my room and stuffed it into my bag. The final thing I grabbed was my wallet containing $200. I was still crying but proceeded out of my window. I dropped holding my bag. I then unlocked my car. I jumped in and drove away quickly. I returned to my house after two days and took everything I could. I then used the savings my dad had hidden to buy myself a small apartment. I also sold his car to give myself some more money until a race came up…