Chapter 3: Like None Other
The S2000 roared down the 5 North at a solid 105 mph. Jeff hit the clutch, threw it into 6th, hit the gas, and popped the clutch. A nice- sounding waver in the exhaust tone occurred as the rpm's went down to 5000. Diane, Jeff's girlfriend, was sitting in the passenger seat. "I like your new car," said Diane.
"So do I. Sexy, is it not?"
Jeff hit his turn signal, which was a rapid blinker, 4X faster than the normal blinker. He switched over to the left lane to pass some soccer mom in a minivan. Jeff and Diane were on their way to dinner. It was Friday. "So, how was your last race?" asked Diane, almost having to yell over the bass of the exhaust tone.
"It went surprisingly well. I didn't run, but our new racer—have you met him? Anyway, he almost beat Dom. He got ahead in the last eight of a mile down the course—which was one mile long—but Dom passed him up again and won by a nose."
"Aw, that kinda sucks, hun. I heard you made a new friend that night too."
Jeff was thinking, "Oh shit, I hope she doesn't get the wrong idea about this."
"Yeah, I met a nice girl named Linda."
"Linda? You mean John Nguyen's girl?"
"Yeah, that's her."
"And John hasn't done anything about that yet?"
"Nope, not yet. But, I have been looking out for him and his little posse of crotch-rocketeers. Haven't had any problems yet though."
"So what did you and Linda do all night?"
"Babe, don't worry. I'd never cheat on you. I love too much for that."
"Awww, you're so sweet. I love you too hun. Where are we going for dinner anyway?"
"Wherever you please my dear, wherever you please."
Diane leaned over and kissed Jeff on the cheek. Just then, Jeff remembered that he had made a date with Linda for the following night. He mumbled "Oh shit."
"What was that babe?" asked Diane.
"Ah, nothing. Just thinking of something."
"I hope it was of me."
Jeff laughed. "Of course it was, I can only think of you when I am conscious."
She kissed him again.
That night, Diane stayed at the DAiMYo garage, getting her pipes all nice and cleaned out, if you get my drift. She also cleaned Jeff's pipe pretty thoroughly with her tongue, not to mention other areas of her body.
Jeff woke up as the sunlight hit his face. He looked over and saw Diane's beautiful face. He lifted up the sheet and kissed her breast, then kissed her cheek. Diane's eyes fluttered open and she looked at Jeff. She smiled at him. He smiled back, then got up and put on his clothes. "Where are you going babe? I want some more of what we did last night," said Diane.
"Ah, I got some business to attend to. I need to go back up to Racer's Edge to get some new parts for my S2K. I'll be back by about 5 tonight. If you need a ride, just ask Hieu, but I'll leave the Civic here for you." The Civic was a car that people only used to race high school kids who thought they were bad. The Civic had quite a few modifications done to it. The most expensive mod done to the car was the Civic Type R engine that was installed to the rear of the driver and rigged for rear- wheel drive. The car was currently running over 300 hp at the wheels, and that's very damn fast for a Civic. "But please don't go into turns too fast, or you'll spin out. I don't want that, and I'm sure you don't want that either. Am I right?"
"Of course you are babe, I wouldn't want to deprive you of this." She lifted the sheets and spread her legs, showing a perfect Filipina pussy. Boing. Jeff's knees almost buckled when he thought of what he could do with that if he just stayed home today.
"Oh baby I wish I could stay here and take advantage of that, but somebody might buy those parts before I get to them. I'm sorry."
"That's okay babe, you can get some of this whenever you want. Have a good trip."
Jeff walked out of there and walked to his perfect yellow S2000. "Good morning, how are you today?" he asked his car. He inserted the key and turned it to the "on" position. He pushed in the engine start button, listening to the exhaust tone rumble for a few seconds. He looked back at the building and saw Diane waving from the window, wearing her birthday suit.
He put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. He then put it in first and popped the clutch, peeling out down the road. He shifted into second, then third, as he came to the intersection. He was going to make a left turn, and he had a green arrow, so he figured, "Why the hell not try to impress some people?" He gunned it toward the intersection, then pushed in the clutch, turned the wheel, downshifted, hit the gas, popped the clutch, spun the rear wheels, and made a perfect drifting turn. He then zoomed off down the road toward the 805.
"Harry! What's goin' on?"
"Hey Jeff! I got them specialized parts from Comptech here for you. I got you a brand-new S2K supercharger, intercooler, and blow-off valves all ready for you. You want my techies to install 'em, or are you going to install 'em yourself?"
"Harry, I just had some wonderful sex last night, and I want to get back to my girlfriend so I can have more. Just put the parts in my trunk, if they don't fit, throw 'em in the passenger seat. Oh yeah, you got a phone I can use?"
"Yes I do. You see that girl behind the desk?" He pointed to an Asian girl of about 5'4" with beautiful auburn hair. "Ask her if you can use it."
"Alright man, thanks a lot. How much I owe you for the parts?"
"She'll make out a receipt for you. I'll get them parts loaded up right away for you."
"Hey, thanks man."
"No problem."
Jeff walked over to the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around in a shimmering blast of hair that only an Asian girl can possess. The face was that of Linda.
"Linda! Hi! I was just about to call you!"
"Oh yeah? Well now you can just talk to me here!"
"Okay. I'm sorry, but I gotta break our date for tonight. I already have a girlfriend, and I love her too much to cheat on her. I didn't realize how much I loved her till last night."
"Ah, the first lay with the girl, eh? Yes, it is always an eye opener."
"Hell no, I've boned her before. That wasn't what made me realize that I loved her. Just talking with her on the way to dinner showed me my feelings."
"Ah, I see. Well, maybe I'll just have to tell John about our little night together. What do you think about that?"
"We didn't do anything and you damn well know that."
"Yeah, well, who's he gonna believe? You or me?"
Jeff was starting to get pissed off. "Alright, you tell John that we are gonna race. Tomorrow night. Meet us at 10:30, our garage. Tell him he can bring however many people he wants, but no fighting. Okay?"
"Sure Jeff, whatever you want. Oh yeah, would you like fries with that?"
Jeff turned away so she couldn't see his smile and walked out. His S2000 was already loaded up.
Linda walked outside. "Hey, Jeff!"
"Yeah?"
"Prepare to be smoked!"
Jeff looked at the sticker on the bottom of his windshield. It said: "Prepare to be SMOKED" on it. "You tell your boyfriend that. He'll get his share of smoking tomorrow night."
"Alright racers and ricers! Listen up! I am a representative of Team DAiMYo Racing. We are looking for one new member. This member has got to have a fast car, we are going against a rival tomorrow and we need AV to look bad. Any volunteers can meet us at the north side of the warehouse district tonight at 11. Be sure you have any time slips you may have acquired with you. Also, bring a piece of paper with your name, your car, and the modifications done to your car with you. Good luck gentlemen." A female racer cleared her throat loudly. "And women, sorry. See you on the streets." Hieu walked out of Racers 'R' Us, his girlfriend Molly on his arm. "You think there's gonna be any good racers in that bunch?" Molly looked at him and said, "There's gotta be at least one. Don't worry, you've done what Jeff told you to do, what more can you do?" Hieu kissed her on the cheek and said, "We'll see. We shall see."
The snarling growl of three import powerhouses roared through the warehouse district in a V. "WOOO!!! THIS is precision driving!" yelled Huong over the CB. The black Supra was keeping up with the other two cars just fine. "Keep the frequency clear, 3. Cops could be scanning," replied Jeff. 3 was Huong's number, 2 was Hieu's, and 1 was Jeff's. As they neared the north parking lot of the warehouse district, they could see the headlights of at least 30 cars sitting there. They slowed down and drove into the parking lot. The three turned off their cars and got out. "Alright people! Get your time slips and papers ready and give them to Huong over here! Let's do this! As you hand over your papers, Huong will give you a number! When your number is called during the race, that means it's your turn to run! So that's when you pull up to the line! Let's go!"
After all the people had cleared the area, Jeff yelled, "Alright! Follow us to our spot!" He hopped in his S2K, Diane sitting in the passenger seat. He started the car and screeched out of the parking lot and onto the road. The roar of the other 30 cars could be heard behind them. He drove them in a twisty route, just to make sure they didn't know where they were going. He pulled out onto a beautiful racing road, about two miles long, no lights but street lamps, and no dips whatsoever. Newly paved. He pulled up to the side of the road and Hieu drove his car down to the end of the road to call the winners in. The racers pulled out onto the road and parked on the sides of the road. "Alright! Let's start this shit off! Numbers one through ten! Up to the line!" Ten cars pulled out of the pack and lined up on the road. Jeff stood on his seat and raised his hands, giving the rev sign. The racers revved, sending loud exhaust tones out into the night. He dropped his hands and the race was on. A blue RX-7 pulled ahead off the line, and of course that car was going to beat all the Civics, Integras, and Accords that were lined up with him. Hieu called back in that the Rex had won. "Eleven through twenty! Line up!" Ten more cars pulled out.
Jeff raised his hands one more time, taking a second look at one of the cars. It was an Acura NSX Type S-Zero painted jet black. He dropped his hands and watched the car run down the straight and smoke the other cars by a good 10 car lengths. "Twenty-one through thirty! Line up!" Ten more cars lined up. There weren't any really noticeable cars in this pack except a blue Honda Prelude VTEC. The Prelude lost to an Integra Type R though.
Jeff raised his CB and spoke to Hieu. "Send back the winners, tell the rest that they can go home. The three cars, a Mazda RX-7, an Acura NSX Type S-Zero, and an Acura Integra Type R drove back and lined up one more time. "Alright people! You've made it this far! You don't wanna go back empty handed now, do you? Didn't think so!" He raised his hands one more time and made the rev sign. The exhaust tones were loud as hell. He dropped his hands.
Jon Luna, the driver of the NSX, hit the gas and popped the clutch. The tires spun, but got traction after about a half of a second. His car shot off the line, about a half a length behind the Rex. The exhaust tone rose higher, 7500 rpm. He shifted into second. The blow-off valve shot off the extra boost as he shifted. Shew. His speed rose to 40 mph. He shifted into 3rd. Shew. His speed rose to 80. He shifted into 4th. The exhaust tone wavered as he let up the clutch. He hit the nitrous button on his steering wheel. He was pushed back in his seat as his speed rapidly increased. He passed the Rex as he hit 120. He shifted into 5th. Shew. He watched his rpm rise to 6500, then he hit the nitrous button. The car jumped again and he was pushed back into his seat. His speed rose to 150 in a snap. His car was quickly running out of rpm. "Damn I need to get me a 6 speed." He passed the finish line two car lengths ahead of the Rex. The Integ passed the line about 7 car lengths behind the NSX.
Jeff's S2000 roared to a stop next to the three cars. "Alright bro, you won," he said to the NSX driver. The driver pulled himself up out of the window and walked up to Jeff, extending his hand. "My name is Jon Luna," he said. "Jeff Shoebotham, good to meet you. Why don't you roll back to our garage with us and we'll tell you how our crew works, and about the race tomorrow. You other two are free to go. Thanks for coming. Tell all your friends. We are the best. Like none other."
The S2000 roared down the 5 North at a solid 105 mph. Jeff hit the clutch, threw it into 6th, hit the gas, and popped the clutch. A nice- sounding waver in the exhaust tone occurred as the rpm's went down to 5000. Diane, Jeff's girlfriend, was sitting in the passenger seat. "I like your new car," said Diane.
"So do I. Sexy, is it not?"
Jeff hit his turn signal, which was a rapid blinker, 4X faster than the normal blinker. He switched over to the left lane to pass some soccer mom in a minivan. Jeff and Diane were on their way to dinner. It was Friday. "So, how was your last race?" asked Diane, almost having to yell over the bass of the exhaust tone.
"It went surprisingly well. I didn't run, but our new racer—have you met him? Anyway, he almost beat Dom. He got ahead in the last eight of a mile down the course—which was one mile long—but Dom passed him up again and won by a nose."
"Aw, that kinda sucks, hun. I heard you made a new friend that night too."
Jeff was thinking, "Oh shit, I hope she doesn't get the wrong idea about this."
"Yeah, I met a nice girl named Linda."
"Linda? You mean John Nguyen's girl?"
"Yeah, that's her."
"And John hasn't done anything about that yet?"
"Nope, not yet. But, I have been looking out for him and his little posse of crotch-rocketeers. Haven't had any problems yet though."
"So what did you and Linda do all night?"
"Babe, don't worry. I'd never cheat on you. I love too much for that."
"Awww, you're so sweet. I love you too hun. Where are we going for dinner anyway?"
"Wherever you please my dear, wherever you please."
Diane leaned over and kissed Jeff on the cheek. Just then, Jeff remembered that he had made a date with Linda for the following night. He mumbled "Oh shit."
"What was that babe?" asked Diane.
"Ah, nothing. Just thinking of something."
"I hope it was of me."
Jeff laughed. "Of course it was, I can only think of you when I am conscious."
She kissed him again.
That night, Diane stayed at the DAiMYo garage, getting her pipes all nice and cleaned out, if you get my drift. She also cleaned Jeff's pipe pretty thoroughly with her tongue, not to mention other areas of her body.
Jeff woke up as the sunlight hit his face. He looked over and saw Diane's beautiful face. He lifted up the sheet and kissed her breast, then kissed her cheek. Diane's eyes fluttered open and she looked at Jeff. She smiled at him. He smiled back, then got up and put on his clothes. "Where are you going babe? I want some more of what we did last night," said Diane.
"Ah, I got some business to attend to. I need to go back up to Racer's Edge to get some new parts for my S2K. I'll be back by about 5 tonight. If you need a ride, just ask Hieu, but I'll leave the Civic here for you." The Civic was a car that people only used to race high school kids who thought they were bad. The Civic had quite a few modifications done to it. The most expensive mod done to the car was the Civic Type R engine that was installed to the rear of the driver and rigged for rear- wheel drive. The car was currently running over 300 hp at the wheels, and that's very damn fast for a Civic. "But please don't go into turns too fast, or you'll spin out. I don't want that, and I'm sure you don't want that either. Am I right?"
"Of course you are babe, I wouldn't want to deprive you of this." She lifted the sheets and spread her legs, showing a perfect Filipina pussy. Boing. Jeff's knees almost buckled when he thought of what he could do with that if he just stayed home today.
"Oh baby I wish I could stay here and take advantage of that, but somebody might buy those parts before I get to them. I'm sorry."
"That's okay babe, you can get some of this whenever you want. Have a good trip."
Jeff walked out of there and walked to his perfect yellow S2000. "Good morning, how are you today?" he asked his car. He inserted the key and turned it to the "on" position. He pushed in the engine start button, listening to the exhaust tone rumble for a few seconds. He looked back at the building and saw Diane waving from the window, wearing her birthday suit.
He put the car in reverse and backed out of the driveway. He then put it in first and popped the clutch, peeling out down the road. He shifted into second, then third, as he came to the intersection. He was going to make a left turn, and he had a green arrow, so he figured, "Why the hell not try to impress some people?" He gunned it toward the intersection, then pushed in the clutch, turned the wheel, downshifted, hit the gas, popped the clutch, spun the rear wheels, and made a perfect drifting turn. He then zoomed off down the road toward the 805.
"Harry! What's goin' on?"
"Hey Jeff! I got them specialized parts from Comptech here for you. I got you a brand-new S2K supercharger, intercooler, and blow-off valves all ready for you. You want my techies to install 'em, or are you going to install 'em yourself?"
"Harry, I just had some wonderful sex last night, and I want to get back to my girlfriend so I can have more. Just put the parts in my trunk, if they don't fit, throw 'em in the passenger seat. Oh yeah, you got a phone I can use?"
"Yes I do. You see that girl behind the desk?" He pointed to an Asian girl of about 5'4" with beautiful auburn hair. "Ask her if you can use it."
"Alright man, thanks a lot. How much I owe you for the parts?"
"She'll make out a receipt for you. I'll get them parts loaded up right away for you."
"Hey, thanks man."
"No problem."
Jeff walked over to the girl and tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around in a shimmering blast of hair that only an Asian girl can possess. The face was that of Linda.
"Linda! Hi! I was just about to call you!"
"Oh yeah? Well now you can just talk to me here!"
"Okay. I'm sorry, but I gotta break our date for tonight. I already have a girlfriend, and I love her too much to cheat on her. I didn't realize how much I loved her till last night."
"Ah, the first lay with the girl, eh? Yes, it is always an eye opener."
"Hell no, I've boned her before. That wasn't what made me realize that I loved her. Just talking with her on the way to dinner showed me my feelings."
"Ah, I see. Well, maybe I'll just have to tell John about our little night together. What do you think about that?"
"We didn't do anything and you damn well know that."
"Yeah, well, who's he gonna believe? You or me?"
Jeff was starting to get pissed off. "Alright, you tell John that we are gonna race. Tomorrow night. Meet us at 10:30, our garage. Tell him he can bring however many people he wants, but no fighting. Okay?"
"Sure Jeff, whatever you want. Oh yeah, would you like fries with that?"
Jeff turned away so she couldn't see his smile and walked out. His S2000 was already loaded up.
Linda walked outside. "Hey, Jeff!"
"Yeah?"
"Prepare to be smoked!"
Jeff looked at the sticker on the bottom of his windshield. It said: "Prepare to be SMOKED" on it. "You tell your boyfriend that. He'll get his share of smoking tomorrow night."
"Alright racers and ricers! Listen up! I am a representative of Team DAiMYo Racing. We are looking for one new member. This member has got to have a fast car, we are going against a rival tomorrow and we need AV to look bad. Any volunteers can meet us at the north side of the warehouse district tonight at 11. Be sure you have any time slips you may have acquired with you. Also, bring a piece of paper with your name, your car, and the modifications done to your car with you. Good luck gentlemen." A female racer cleared her throat loudly. "And women, sorry. See you on the streets." Hieu walked out of Racers 'R' Us, his girlfriend Molly on his arm. "You think there's gonna be any good racers in that bunch?" Molly looked at him and said, "There's gotta be at least one. Don't worry, you've done what Jeff told you to do, what more can you do?" Hieu kissed her on the cheek and said, "We'll see. We shall see."
The snarling growl of three import powerhouses roared through the warehouse district in a V. "WOOO!!! THIS is precision driving!" yelled Huong over the CB. The black Supra was keeping up with the other two cars just fine. "Keep the frequency clear, 3. Cops could be scanning," replied Jeff. 3 was Huong's number, 2 was Hieu's, and 1 was Jeff's. As they neared the north parking lot of the warehouse district, they could see the headlights of at least 30 cars sitting there. They slowed down and drove into the parking lot. The three turned off their cars and got out. "Alright people! Get your time slips and papers ready and give them to Huong over here! Let's do this! As you hand over your papers, Huong will give you a number! When your number is called during the race, that means it's your turn to run! So that's when you pull up to the line! Let's go!"
After all the people had cleared the area, Jeff yelled, "Alright! Follow us to our spot!" He hopped in his S2K, Diane sitting in the passenger seat. He started the car and screeched out of the parking lot and onto the road. The roar of the other 30 cars could be heard behind them. He drove them in a twisty route, just to make sure they didn't know where they were going. He pulled out onto a beautiful racing road, about two miles long, no lights but street lamps, and no dips whatsoever. Newly paved. He pulled up to the side of the road and Hieu drove his car down to the end of the road to call the winners in. The racers pulled out onto the road and parked on the sides of the road. "Alright! Let's start this shit off! Numbers one through ten! Up to the line!" Ten cars pulled out of the pack and lined up on the road. Jeff stood on his seat and raised his hands, giving the rev sign. The racers revved, sending loud exhaust tones out into the night. He dropped his hands and the race was on. A blue RX-7 pulled ahead off the line, and of course that car was going to beat all the Civics, Integras, and Accords that were lined up with him. Hieu called back in that the Rex had won. "Eleven through twenty! Line up!" Ten more cars pulled out.
Jeff raised his hands one more time, taking a second look at one of the cars. It was an Acura NSX Type S-Zero painted jet black. He dropped his hands and watched the car run down the straight and smoke the other cars by a good 10 car lengths. "Twenty-one through thirty! Line up!" Ten more cars lined up. There weren't any really noticeable cars in this pack except a blue Honda Prelude VTEC. The Prelude lost to an Integra Type R though.
Jeff raised his CB and spoke to Hieu. "Send back the winners, tell the rest that they can go home. The three cars, a Mazda RX-7, an Acura NSX Type S-Zero, and an Acura Integra Type R drove back and lined up one more time. "Alright people! You've made it this far! You don't wanna go back empty handed now, do you? Didn't think so!" He raised his hands one more time and made the rev sign. The exhaust tones were loud as hell. He dropped his hands.
Jon Luna, the driver of the NSX, hit the gas and popped the clutch. The tires spun, but got traction after about a half of a second. His car shot off the line, about a half a length behind the Rex. The exhaust tone rose higher, 7500 rpm. He shifted into second. The blow-off valve shot off the extra boost as he shifted. Shew. His speed rose to 40 mph. He shifted into 3rd. Shew. His speed rose to 80. He shifted into 4th. The exhaust tone wavered as he let up the clutch. He hit the nitrous button on his steering wheel. He was pushed back in his seat as his speed rapidly increased. He passed the Rex as he hit 120. He shifted into 5th. Shew. He watched his rpm rise to 6500, then he hit the nitrous button. The car jumped again and he was pushed back into his seat. His speed rose to 150 in a snap. His car was quickly running out of rpm. "Damn I need to get me a 6 speed." He passed the finish line two car lengths ahead of the Rex. The Integ passed the line about 7 car lengths behind the NSX.
Jeff's S2000 roared to a stop next to the three cars. "Alright bro, you won," he said to the NSX driver. The driver pulled himself up out of the window and walked up to Jeff, extending his hand. "My name is Jon Luna," he said. "Jeff Shoebotham, good to meet you. Why don't you roll back to our garage with us and we'll tell you how our crew works, and about the race tomorrow. You other two are free to go. Thanks for coming. Tell all your friends. We are the best. Like none other."