"Wow, that was quick," Sam acknowledged as he spotted the next track in the distance: the Autumn Ring.

"Not surprising," Paul replied. "It was only an hour drive away."

"So how fun is this track going to be?"

"Well, considering it's the mini version, we'll see."

"Uh, the mini version?"

"The Autumn Ring has two layouts: the long version, and the mini version."

"Huh."

"Don't worry about it. Just focus on the race at hand."

"If you say so."

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Just like before, Sam was prepared for anything in the race as he and the rest crossed the start line for the first time, and although not as simple as the High Speed Ring, this track's layout was fairly straightforward; at least in Sam's eyes, it reminded him of a boot.

However, after taking on the first, 270 degree, turn, he was spun out in the dirt, leaving the other racers to continue his Mini One in the dust. Although agitated, he returned to the track and, going the maximum 70-ish miles per hour, cruised through the next four turns with no problem, which would've been more if he hadn't bashed into the back of the eleventh place car.

"Oh, damn it!" he shouted as he tried swaying back into control, which he miraculously did with his hood popped and the car he crashed into in the dirt. Without hesitation, he just continued on without falter, passing car after car once more until he found himself in eighth place by the time he passed the start line once more. At the same turn he span out a mere lap before, he actually made it out without a problem.

However, because he had to take this turn slower than last time, he remained in eighth place, leaving him to make a mad dash to the front before the lap finishes. Turn after turn, Sam continued to pass up his opponents, even going so far as to take some nasty shortcuts through grass, which brought him back to the starting line once more. With one more lap to go, he decided once more to take the first turn much faster than he should, feeling short on options. To his (and everyone else's) surprise, he pulled out of the turn with no problem, putting him that much closer to the third place car.

But despite his gamble, he came to see that his competition simply had faster cars than him; however, he still felt he could pass them up at one crucial point in the track; the final five turns. See, near the end of the track, there is a collection of four turns that do a make a semi oval, leaving a patch of grass in the middle of it; Sam's thinking is that if he cuts through there at the right moment, he might be able to take first place easily. So when this collection of turns came up, Sam went full speed ahead on the grass, but the end result was still interesting.

Instead of going through seamlessly, Sam lost a precious speed to the grass, and by the time he exited, he was scraping up against the first place car, leaving them locked in a battle for first; since the first place car had speed, Sam kept his vehicle up against this car; while this should've failed, he succeeded in taking the lead, but this victory was short lived as the third pace car bolted from behind, taking first, leaving Sam to finish in second.

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"YOU LITTLE PUNK!" This was the first thing Sam heard as he exited his car in the pits, and as was expected, it was the driver he was locked in physical battle with on the last lap.

"What did you just call me?" Sam snapped back.

"You heard me!" the man replied angrily. "That was some nasty moves you pilled out there. Do you know how much money that's going to take to buff out?"

"Oh, boo-hoo, I feel so terrible," Sam replied sarcastically.

"Why you," the man started as he neared Sam; he was unable to finish, however, as his own pit crew pulled him back, sparing Sam from whatever he was planning.

"Sam!" Paul shouted, whom Sam proceeded to face. "You don't need to be stirring up trouble!"

"I'm not," Sam replied.

"Really?" Paul replied sarcastically. "It's bad enough we've gotta get the car fixed. The last thing we need is to be paying a hospital bill on top of that."

Sam just scoffed. "Do we really need to fix this piece of garbage? It's not like I'm going to drive it again anyways."

"Of course we do." Paul replied. "That being said, let's just get going before you do something you'll end up regretting."

Sam nodded. "Alright." After everything settled down, the two exited the track. Shortly afterwards, the two returned to the limo and drove away. Although the two made a little small talk during the trip, little was left to be said as they made their way back to Yamauchi's office to report on that day's races.


Hello once again, loyal audience. And what's this? Two Gran Turismo chapters uploaded near the same time? It's unspeakable! All joking aside, I had to get this one up enevitably close to the other one, lest I want to be criticized for leaving a two parter unresolved on the off chance I don't return for an undisclosed amount of time.

That being said, I hope you guys don't criticize these past two chapters too much, as the very beginning of the games are always slow and, since the cars raced are usually very slow cars, I felt like I had little fun writing the driving scenes; whether that's me being bad at describing action or me being lazy at this point, I don't know. Just know that I am trying, and it will get better with time, but until then, remember that I always have another fanfic waiting to be read if you get bored.

Read on!

-rjm324