Leaving Footy's Diner, Josh sped off in his Shelby looking for an electronics store. Cruising along, Josh came to a stop at a red light. "I think I saw one in Downtown Palmont when I first got back…" Josh thought to himself. The light turned green, and Josh drove until he took a left to get on the highway. Despite the rough start he got this morning, he was in a relatively good mood. Getting off the expressway and heading into the Downtown district, Josh didn't have to look far to find a shop.
"Alright, thanks again!" Josh told the cashier as he left the store. It didn't take long to have the screen and scanner installed, and the best part was they didn't mess up the original dashboard. Getting back in his car, Josh wasn't sure of what to do next. "Damn, I have nothing else I need to do today." Josh thought as he started up his Shelby and took off. "Well, I could improve my living conditions, I mean I'm not complaining, but it could use a little more… homey feel to it." "Guess that's what I'll try today… wha?" Josh's train of thought was interrupted as he saw a group of racers, pulling into the lot where they were parked. "Hey, are you guys gonna race?" Josh asked the group. "We're gonna head up to the canyon and go drifting. Why? You think you can handle it?" One of the group, a TFK member, replied. "Lead the way then." Josh responded.
Seeing the twists and turns of the road, and noting the barriers were breakable, Josh began to question if using the Shelby was such a good idea. As the other racers ran the course, all of them scored above fifty thousand points, the highest score eighty six thousand points. Pulling up to the starting gate, Josh saw the countdown on his screen, the sun shining bright. Revving the Shelby as the numbers counted down, Josh took off the moment the number one was replaced with "GO!"
Rapidly approaching the first corner, Josh let off the pedal and turned the steering wheel left. The car mere inches away from the guard rail, Josh turned the steering wheel in a little more. Pushing the pedal down while steering right to counter the tail end, he left the first corner, sixteen thousand points on the board. Josh pushed the Shelby, being more aggressive in the corners. Heading into the second turn, Josh approached it with the same strategy. The turn was wider than the first, so Josh decided to keep his foot down on the gas. The steering wheel turned to the left, Josh kept his eye on the rear, watching how close it'd come to the guard rails. Continuing his drift into the next turn, Josh quickly spun the steering wheel to the right. The tail end completely unbalanced and threw the whole car off, sending Josh into the wall. "Damn it!" He shouted. "Man, there goes the mirror." He muttered.
Looking at the screen as he got his momentum back, he saw he was in third as of now, but he didn't want third. The fourth turn coming around, Josh pushed the brake as the steered right. Attempting to chain the drifts once more, he turned the wheel left, but instead of just letting the car turn, he punched the throttle, hoping that'd help counter the tail end. The car balanced out just mere inches away from the guard rails again. Using his NOS, Josh checked the scores as he came out of the turn and onto a straightaway. "Damn, five thousand short of first." Josh said to himself. Looking ahead, he saw he only had one opportunity to take first and win the drift event. Two turns, the first a close right followed by a left. Josh let off the pedal just enough to get himself through the turn, without slowing down too much. Going through the motions, he tried chaining the drift again, and spun the wheel to the right. The tail end kicked out as Josh looked back, watching the tail end creep closer and closer to the guard rail. "Oh no, not today!" Josh muttered as he punched the nitrous button. The car balanced out, and Josh crossed the finish. "Yes!" He shouted, seeing the results. The screen indicated that he was in first, and had won by sixteen thousand points. Driving back to the spot where they monitored the car, Josh collected his winnings and headed back to the city.
Heading back to South Fortuna, Josh found a group of Blackheart racers. Pulling into the lot, Josh couldn't help but grin as he heard on them say "Oh no… not this guy." "I'm looking to race. Any of you know a real crew that wants to race?" Josh taunted.
Josh called on Neville, seeing as he'd take less time to get to the start. Neville pulled up alongside the Shelby, the starter on the far left of the pack. "Three!" The pack of cars revving their engines. "Two!" Members of the Blackhearts and Kings began burning out, while Josh and Neville continued revving. "One!" Josh took a deep breath, and let it go. "GO!" And with that one word, the pack was off, Josh punching the pedal, making a route between two cars. "Excuse me!" Josh shouted with a grin as he parted the cars. Getting into first, Josh saw Neville slipped through the far left, catching up with Josh. "Alright, let's win this!" Neville said with a cocky grin. Taking off ahead of Josh, Neville shifted in to fourth gear. Looking to his left, Josh saw a racer trying to pass him. Hitting the nitrous, Josh stayed ahead of the driver. Focusing on the road again, he passed Neville, shifting into fifth. Taking a shortcut through the park, Josh honked his horn as a warning to the pedestrians. Getting back on the road, Josh had lost two positions instead of retaining first. Pressing the gas pedal down, Josh got ready to shift back into fifth when something caught his eye. "Cops!" He shouted. Neville heard Josh through the speakers, and immediately looked around. "Cops? Where?" Neville asked. Josh roared by Neville, and he saw the police cruiser following. "Oh. There."
The officer stayed a good distance behind Josh, to avoid making contact. "Dispatch, I'm requesting backup, there is a group of code 510's heading through South Fortuna." "Roger that, back up is on its way." The dispatcher responded. Josh flew through the finish line with three cops on his heels. Taking a sharp left, he used whatever NOS he had left. Seeing an eighteen wheeler hauling some pretty big logs, Josh got an idea. Pulling on the right side of the truck, he saw the cops directly behind him. "Perfect Josh said as he slammed the Shelby into the side of the trailer. The logs came loose from the impact, sending them down. Josh punched it, barely avoiding a log, while the cops were halted by the logs that had just rained down. "Dispatch, we have three officers down… suspect is getting away."
Josh roared off, not glancing back. He needed to collect his winnings for the race, and repair the damage to the Shelby. Taking off for his garage, Josh pulled out a remote from his pant pocket and clicked a button. "So glad Neville recommended this." Josh said as he drove into the garage. He saw a duffle bag sitting on the hood of the Alfa Romeo. Opening the back and seeing bundles of cash inside, he found a note. "Here's the winnings. Lucky you, the cops didn't pursue me. See ya at the next race. –Neville" "Huh." Josh said as he finished reading the note. "Thanks man." Closing the garage and shutting off the Shelby, Josh put the bag in the spare room, along with the other one from yesterday. Shutting the door to the spare room, he sat down inside the Shelby, just listening to the sounds of cars passing.