Prologue: Peel Out
"Alright...lets see what this can do."
A lone driver sits in his car...but this machine is not like your average car. A fully tuned Mitsubishi Eclipse with spoilers attached on the tail-end. Automated driver feedback CPU system, neon underglow, voltage headlights, carbon fiber hood, lightweight roll cage interior, optimized system exhaust, and some high-end Toyo Tires. This is a monster on the streets. The driver must have some real deep pockets to afford this beast.
"Yesterday, I clocked out at 155. I need to beat that, then...I'll know I can beat him."
He starts typing on his mounted laptop, and checks his vehicle systems.
"Air intake system is ok. Exhaust systems are a go, fuel tank is topped off. Tires are hot and ready. Lastly...my NOS injection systems are primed and ready for use. Oh yeah...I'm ready!"
An empty parking lot is his venue of choice. The lot belongs to the local baseball team . The space contains the Eclipse and the auto garage is not far incase he needs to make improvements to his ride.
He drives to the entrance of the lot, and prepares to take his run. There's a big L.E.D clock on his laptop he uses that time his runs.
"I can do this."
The Screens starts the timer.
He peels out.
He steps on the pedal and the engine roars and it probably woke up everyone in the area.
20 Mph and he hits it into second gear. The Eclipse handling smoothly so far...
"This is just the easy part."
45 Mph and third gear follows. He sees the the yellow cone he put down at the far side of the lot. He knows exactly why he put that there. He smiles...
"Alright baby, don't quit on me!"
70 Mph and fourth gear is hit. He braces himself and prepares for the turn. He's closing in on the cone, the city skyline outside of the windows, and he looks out to admire it for a second before he turns.
"Here we go!"
He rips the E-brake and turns his Sparco steering wheel all the way to ensure maximum spin. The Toyo's are screeching and sliding hard. His front-end stays close to the cone and his tail-end kicks out and he drifts around the cone effortlessly. He let's out a grin on his face.
"There we go! That's it!"
He let's go of the E-brake and revs up. Now for the quarter mile back.
"Come on! Come on!"
95 Mph and he jerks the clutch into fifth gear. The engine is screaming, flame can be seen spouting out of the exhaust pipe. One wrong move, and he's gone.
135 Mph and the final gear is released. He sees where he started from down the course, and he knows what to do. He glances at his laptop screen and sees his NOS system is ready for use.
"Alright, let's spray!"
He activates the NOS and the liquid gets pumped directly into the air intake ports and lets out increased power.
"142...147...150...152...Come on..."
He tries to read his speedometer but at this speed, everything's a blur...
"almost..."
But his NOS tanks start to run low and the Eclipse slows down a little. He hits the brakes and also hits the E-Brake and slides sideways due to his speed.
100 Mph...
85 Mph...
55 Mph...
Soon he comes to a stop.
He's breathing out and just sits there in his custom seats reviewing his run. He checks his laptop and goes over his run statistics. All the while the smoke from the Toyo's are enveloping his ride.
"My gear shifts were at optimal times...I handled it well...the drift wasn't bad if I say so myself...NOS injection was at an ok time...if I held on to the NOS and sprayed it a little later I could have...wait...top speed...what was my top speed?"
He switches over to the speed measure screen.
"I clocked out at...157 Mph!"
"I'm ready."
He hits his fist in the air, knowing he beat his time and his top speed.
"It was all you baby!" Referring to his NOS tanks in what was his rear seats. He had them removed for his NOS tanks.
"Oh shoot! I'm late!"
He heads out the way he came and drives away.
"What the hell?..."
The employees of the lot arrive and encounter the tread marks and skid marks of the previous user.
"Damn street-racers! Have to screw up our lot then we have to clean it!"
The little bit of smoke left flows away and the employee kicks the lone yellow cone in frustration, knowing that this cone belonged to that whom created these marks on the lot. But he's long gone...