Chapter 5: Prepare to be SMOKED
Jeff walked out of the back room of the DAiMYo garage, shirtless. Diane walked out a minute later. Hieu yelled out catcalls and whistled at Diane. "Shut the fuck up Hieu," said Jeff. Jeff walked over to his car, which was on the dyno. "Alright Hieu, let's run this baby on the dyno." He hopped in the car and hit the start engine button. The engine rumbled nicely as it idled. "Dyno ready, Jeff," said Hieu. Jeff yelled, "Starting run!" and hit the gas. The exhaust tone picked up as the car upped the revs. Jeff hit the redline and let off the gas, putting the car in neutral and hitting the brake. "Wooo! That's a nice hp count for a barely modded S2000," said Hieu.
"What was the count?" asked Jeff.
"304.6hp at 7500 rpm. Not too bad."
"Not too bad at all," Jeff said as he hopped out and down to the ground. "That was without nitrous, too. That means I could probably hit about 400-450hp with a full shot of nitrous. I think that ought to be enough to smoke anything AV has."
"No doubt."
The phone rang, Hieu picked it up. "DAiMYo garage, we can fix anything if you have the money. Hieu speaking, how may I help you?"
"Yo Hieuy! It's Dom! I heard you got a big race comin' up tonight," came the voice from the other side of the phone.
"That's right, we're gonna race AV tonight."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Where you guys meetin' up at?"
"AV's gonna meet us here at the garage at 11:30. Why?"
"I was thinkin' about comin' down there with my crew to see what's goin' down. How 'bout it?"
"That sounds good. You guys wanna run, too? Jeff just bought himself a new S2000."
"We'll see who throws what, then we might just take up that offer."
"Alright, baldy, we'll see you later."
"Later."
11:28, 2 minutes until AV arrived. Jeff, Hieu, Jon, and Huong had just finished installing a custom 6 speed manual transmission in Jon's NSX. The roar of exhaust could be heard in the distance, growing ever nearer. Then Dom's RX-7, Hector's Accord Wagon, Edwin's Integra, and Brian's Supra pulled up outside. DAiMYo walked out to greet them and took them inside. Then, 15 cars, about 8 Civics, 3 Integras, 2 Supras, 1 RX-7, and John's secret weapon, a brand new Nissan Skyline GTR R34 pulled into the driveway. AV had arrived. The AV-ers got out of their cars and stood around, while John Nguyen and his head crony, Max, walked into the DAiMYo garage.
"Alright losers, you ready to lose?" asked John with a sneer.
"Who's gonna lose? Who lost earlier?" replied Jeff.
"Shut the hell up, that's over and done with. Let's go race."
"John Nguyen, I've heard nothing but bad things. You used to roll with Johnny Tran, right?" asked Dom.
"That's right, 'til your boy there," pointing at Brian, "filled him with holes. I want revenge you bastard, but it'll have to wait till after DAiMYo has been smoked. Let's go."
DAiMYo, Dom's crew, and AV got in their cars and roared off into the night.
Out to the north side of the warehouse district. They pulled up to the newly paved road that DAiMYo had used to recruit Jon and his NSX. Jeff pulled up to the painted line and waited for his first victim. Up pulled a baby blue Civic that had "Civic Baby" on the windshield banner. Jeff revved his S2000, breaking the silence of the night. The Civic's engine revved too. Mia was out there as the flagger. Jeff revved up higher and higher, listening to the blow-off valve shooting out the extra boost. Mia's hands dropped, and Jeff popped the clutch. The driver of the Civic knew it was over as soon as Jeff's tires got grip. Jeff shot out ahead, and didn't even have to use his nitrous. He won easily by about 25 car lengths. "Damn that Civic was slow," thought Jeff as he turned around and drove back to the starting line. He high revved as he passed the other people that had come out to watch the race. The crowd cheered.
Jon in his NSX pulled up to the line, flanked by the RX-7 and one Supra. Jon revved as Mia gave the rev signal. Her hands dropped. Jon's tires spun as the massive power of the turbocharged V6 powerplant of the NSX powered the wheels. His tires got grip and he shot off the line in a roar of exhaust. The RX-7 was up ahead about 3 car lengths, and the Supra was up by about 4 and a half. The NSX's tone rose. The tach showed 6500 rpm. He shifted into 2nd. The blow-off valve shot off the extra boost. He jumped back on the gas. The RX-7 was creeping closer and closer, until Jon was about to pass it. The driver of the Rex looked over and waved, then he hit the nitrous. The RX-7 shot away from Jon as the nitrous allowed the engine to inhale more oxygen, creating much more horsepower. Jon shifted into 3rd, then into 4th. He hit the nitrous as he approached 100 mph. His speed instantly shot up to 120 mph and he started gaining on the RX-7 again. The Supra was still up ahead somewhere. His speed was still climbing steadily as he shifted into 5th.
He hit his nitrous once more and shot from 140 mph up to 160. He shifted into his new 6th gear. He passed up the RX-7 and started gaining on the Supra, which was still 2 car lengths ahead. The end of the course was only a half a mile away. He hit his nitrous once more. 175, 180, 185. "WOOOOO!!!!!" yelled Jon as he rocketed down the road at 4 times the legal speed limit. He shot past the Supra like it was standing still. They passed the finish line.
Back at the start, Hieu was lining up his IS against another Supra. The windows rolled down to reveal Max, AV's second-in-command. "You're goin' down, foo," said Max. "Not a chance, brother," replied Hieu as he revved his 2JZ-GTE-powered lightened luxury car. Mia dropped her hands and Hieu got the jump off the line. Max's Supra was behind by about 4 car lengths as Hieu shifted into second. The revs picked up and he shifted into 3rd, hitting the nitrous as he let up the clutch. He shot out again, but apparently Max had hit his nitrous too. Max was right next to him, back by about one fourth of a car length. Hieu shifted into 5th and pulled up a little. Max was still right with him. Then Hieu shifted into 6th and hit his nitrous. He pulled away a little and Max hit his nitrous. Max kept up with him at a solid 165 mph. The end was coming up. If only Hieu could hold the lead……… He hit his nitrous one last time, hoping the pressure had built up enough for him to get good speed out of it. He had. He shot up to 175 mph and pulled away from Max. He passed the finish line in a shout of joy.
Huong pulled up to the line and prepared to face an easy looking Integra. Yup, easy pickings. He listened to his CB and heard Hieu telling Jeff that the race between him and Max had been close, but he came out on top as usual. Huong revved at the Integ and waited for the signal. The hands dropped and he shot off the line. He smoked the shit out of that Teg. Apparently it was only a Teg RS or something, it had no go whatsoever.
"Alright Jeff, it's time for the main event. Let's do this," said Dom. Dom, Jeff, John, Max, Hieu, Huong, and Jon pulled up to the line. Then Brian pulled up with his Supra and went over the line, again. He put it in reverse and lined up. He made kissy-faces at Mia as he revved like a tard. Mia gave the go sign and stepped out of the way. Well, now was the time when a tragedy happened. Mia had to stand out a little farther than normal so that all the racers could see her give the go sign, so she was in harm's way. As Brian started off, he was busy fooling around with his nitrous computer. He started off going sideways, and ran straight into Mia. Mia was thrown backwards by the force of the Supra. She lost one of her legs later in the hospital.
Anyway, back to the race. Brian was out of it, and the rest of the racers had just completed the first eighth of a mile of the two-mile long road. Dom was out ahead, but everyone was catching up. Dom hadn't realized he wasn't gonna be running against Civics, Integras, and Eclipses. Sheer acceleration wasn't gonna cut it here with the big boys. John Nguyen and Jeff were neck and neck as they passed Dom, with Max, Hieu, Huong, and Jon right behind them. John passed up Huong and Max as he shifted into 3rd. Jeff, John, and the other Jon hit their nitrous at the same time and they all shot out ahead of everyone else. Hieu hit his nitrous and shot past Max, who must have missed a shift or something and blown his transmission, because he was slowing down rapidly. Dom hit his nitrous and caught up to Hieu. Hieu shifted into 4th, then 5th and shot past Dom. Hieu caught up to Jon as he shifted into 4th and hit his nitrous. John and Jeff hit their nitrous at the same time and stayed right with each other. Jeff shifted into 4th as John hit his nitrous. John shot ahead by about 2 car lengths and Jeff said, "Too soon brother, now it's time for you to die." Jeff's car got up in the revs and got the extra boost that always comes with the tope end of the tach. He shot past John on his engine alone, no nitrous needed. He shifted into 5th and hit his nitrous, shooting another 5 car lengths ahead. No way John was gonna catch up now. The 90k car that he was driving didn't mean shit now, because Jeff was out ahead too far. There wasn't any way at all that a close to stock heavy assed Skyline was gonna catch a modded, nimble S2000. His only hope was to hope that Jeff made a mistake. Welp, sorry to disappoint you John, but Jeff did not make a mistake. Jeff crossed the finish line, followed by John, Jon, Hieu, and Huong. Then came Dom, then came Max about 2 minutes later. John jumped out of his car and ran over to Jeff's car, a bat in hand.
"You asshole! I'm getting sick of you always kickin' my ass at racing! Now I'm gonna kick your ass!!!" screamed John. He swung the bat at Jeff, but missed as Jeff backed up. Jeff swung with his left hand and caught John square in the jaw. A crack was heard as John fell on the ground, bleeding from the mouth. He looked up at Jeff, whose massive muscles had popped out of their hiding places and were showing through his shirt. "Ever since high school, you've kicked the shit outta me and my crew! Well I'm fuckin' sick of it! It ends now!" John yelled from his dominating position on the ground (sarcasticness). The rest of his crew pulled up in their bad ass Civics (more sarcasticness) and Integras. They all jumped out of their cars and advanced toward Jeff and his crew. "Well fellas, it looks like we got ourselves a good ol' fashioned brawl on our hands," said Jeff to his crew. DAiMYo had excelled at fighting in groups in high school, but apparently John had forgotten this already, after four years. Well, to make a long fight short, DAiMYo kicked AV's ass.
Jeff walked out of the back room of the DAiMYo garage, shirtless. Diane walked out a minute later. Hieu yelled out catcalls and whistled at Diane. "Shut the fuck up Hieu," said Jeff. Jeff walked over to his car, which was on the dyno. "Alright Hieu, let's run this baby on the dyno." He hopped in the car and hit the start engine button. The engine rumbled nicely as it idled. "Dyno ready, Jeff," said Hieu. Jeff yelled, "Starting run!" and hit the gas. The exhaust tone picked up as the car upped the revs. Jeff hit the redline and let off the gas, putting the car in neutral and hitting the brake. "Wooo! That's a nice hp count for a barely modded S2000," said Hieu.
"What was the count?" asked Jeff.
"304.6hp at 7500 rpm. Not too bad."
"Not too bad at all," Jeff said as he hopped out and down to the ground. "That was without nitrous, too. That means I could probably hit about 400-450hp with a full shot of nitrous. I think that ought to be enough to smoke anything AV has."
"No doubt."
The phone rang, Hieu picked it up. "DAiMYo garage, we can fix anything if you have the money. Hieu speaking, how may I help you?"
"Yo Hieuy! It's Dom! I heard you got a big race comin' up tonight," came the voice from the other side of the phone.
"That's right, we're gonna race AV tonight."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah."
"Where you guys meetin' up at?"
"AV's gonna meet us here at the garage at 11:30. Why?"
"I was thinkin' about comin' down there with my crew to see what's goin' down. How 'bout it?"
"That sounds good. You guys wanna run, too? Jeff just bought himself a new S2000."
"We'll see who throws what, then we might just take up that offer."
"Alright, baldy, we'll see you later."
"Later."
11:28, 2 minutes until AV arrived. Jeff, Hieu, Jon, and Huong had just finished installing a custom 6 speed manual transmission in Jon's NSX. The roar of exhaust could be heard in the distance, growing ever nearer. Then Dom's RX-7, Hector's Accord Wagon, Edwin's Integra, and Brian's Supra pulled up outside. DAiMYo walked out to greet them and took them inside. Then, 15 cars, about 8 Civics, 3 Integras, 2 Supras, 1 RX-7, and John's secret weapon, a brand new Nissan Skyline GTR R34 pulled into the driveway. AV had arrived. The AV-ers got out of their cars and stood around, while John Nguyen and his head crony, Max, walked into the DAiMYo garage.
"Alright losers, you ready to lose?" asked John with a sneer.
"Who's gonna lose? Who lost earlier?" replied Jeff.
"Shut the hell up, that's over and done with. Let's go race."
"John Nguyen, I've heard nothing but bad things. You used to roll with Johnny Tran, right?" asked Dom.
"That's right, 'til your boy there," pointing at Brian, "filled him with holes. I want revenge you bastard, but it'll have to wait till after DAiMYo has been smoked. Let's go."
DAiMYo, Dom's crew, and AV got in their cars and roared off into the night.
Out to the north side of the warehouse district. They pulled up to the newly paved road that DAiMYo had used to recruit Jon and his NSX. Jeff pulled up to the painted line and waited for his first victim. Up pulled a baby blue Civic that had "Civic Baby" on the windshield banner. Jeff revved his S2000, breaking the silence of the night. The Civic's engine revved too. Mia was out there as the flagger. Jeff revved up higher and higher, listening to the blow-off valve shooting out the extra boost. Mia's hands dropped, and Jeff popped the clutch. The driver of the Civic knew it was over as soon as Jeff's tires got grip. Jeff shot out ahead, and didn't even have to use his nitrous. He won easily by about 25 car lengths. "Damn that Civic was slow," thought Jeff as he turned around and drove back to the starting line. He high revved as he passed the other people that had come out to watch the race. The crowd cheered.
Jon in his NSX pulled up to the line, flanked by the RX-7 and one Supra. Jon revved as Mia gave the rev signal. Her hands dropped. Jon's tires spun as the massive power of the turbocharged V6 powerplant of the NSX powered the wheels. His tires got grip and he shot off the line in a roar of exhaust. The RX-7 was up ahead about 3 car lengths, and the Supra was up by about 4 and a half. The NSX's tone rose. The tach showed 6500 rpm. He shifted into 2nd. The blow-off valve shot off the extra boost. He jumped back on the gas. The RX-7 was creeping closer and closer, until Jon was about to pass it. The driver of the Rex looked over and waved, then he hit the nitrous. The RX-7 shot away from Jon as the nitrous allowed the engine to inhale more oxygen, creating much more horsepower. Jon shifted into 3rd, then into 4th. He hit the nitrous as he approached 100 mph. His speed instantly shot up to 120 mph and he started gaining on the RX-7 again. The Supra was still up ahead somewhere. His speed was still climbing steadily as he shifted into 5th.
He hit his nitrous once more and shot from 140 mph up to 160. He shifted into his new 6th gear. He passed up the RX-7 and started gaining on the Supra, which was still 2 car lengths ahead. The end of the course was only a half a mile away. He hit his nitrous once more. 175, 180, 185. "WOOOOO!!!!!" yelled Jon as he rocketed down the road at 4 times the legal speed limit. He shot past the Supra like it was standing still. They passed the finish line.
Back at the start, Hieu was lining up his IS against another Supra. The windows rolled down to reveal Max, AV's second-in-command. "You're goin' down, foo," said Max. "Not a chance, brother," replied Hieu as he revved his 2JZ-GTE-powered lightened luxury car. Mia dropped her hands and Hieu got the jump off the line. Max's Supra was behind by about 4 car lengths as Hieu shifted into second. The revs picked up and he shifted into 3rd, hitting the nitrous as he let up the clutch. He shot out again, but apparently Max had hit his nitrous too. Max was right next to him, back by about one fourth of a car length. Hieu shifted into 5th and pulled up a little. Max was still right with him. Then Hieu shifted into 6th and hit his nitrous. He pulled away a little and Max hit his nitrous. Max kept up with him at a solid 165 mph. The end was coming up. If only Hieu could hold the lead……… He hit his nitrous one last time, hoping the pressure had built up enough for him to get good speed out of it. He had. He shot up to 175 mph and pulled away from Max. He passed the finish line in a shout of joy.
Huong pulled up to the line and prepared to face an easy looking Integra. Yup, easy pickings. He listened to his CB and heard Hieu telling Jeff that the race between him and Max had been close, but he came out on top as usual. Huong revved at the Integ and waited for the signal. The hands dropped and he shot off the line. He smoked the shit out of that Teg. Apparently it was only a Teg RS or something, it had no go whatsoever.
"Alright Jeff, it's time for the main event. Let's do this," said Dom. Dom, Jeff, John, Max, Hieu, Huong, and Jon pulled up to the line. Then Brian pulled up with his Supra and went over the line, again. He put it in reverse and lined up. He made kissy-faces at Mia as he revved like a tard. Mia gave the go sign and stepped out of the way. Well, now was the time when a tragedy happened. Mia had to stand out a little farther than normal so that all the racers could see her give the go sign, so she was in harm's way. As Brian started off, he was busy fooling around with his nitrous computer. He started off going sideways, and ran straight into Mia. Mia was thrown backwards by the force of the Supra. She lost one of her legs later in the hospital.
Anyway, back to the race. Brian was out of it, and the rest of the racers had just completed the first eighth of a mile of the two-mile long road. Dom was out ahead, but everyone was catching up. Dom hadn't realized he wasn't gonna be running against Civics, Integras, and Eclipses. Sheer acceleration wasn't gonna cut it here with the big boys. John Nguyen and Jeff were neck and neck as they passed Dom, with Max, Hieu, Huong, and Jon right behind them. John passed up Huong and Max as he shifted into 3rd. Jeff, John, and the other Jon hit their nitrous at the same time and they all shot out ahead of everyone else. Hieu hit his nitrous and shot past Max, who must have missed a shift or something and blown his transmission, because he was slowing down rapidly. Dom hit his nitrous and caught up to Hieu. Hieu shifted into 4th, then 5th and shot past Dom. Hieu caught up to Jon as he shifted into 4th and hit his nitrous. John and Jeff hit their nitrous at the same time and stayed right with each other. Jeff shifted into 4th as John hit his nitrous. John shot ahead by about 2 car lengths and Jeff said, "Too soon brother, now it's time for you to die." Jeff's car got up in the revs and got the extra boost that always comes with the tope end of the tach. He shot past John on his engine alone, no nitrous needed. He shifted into 5th and hit his nitrous, shooting another 5 car lengths ahead. No way John was gonna catch up now. The 90k car that he was driving didn't mean shit now, because Jeff was out ahead too far. There wasn't any way at all that a close to stock heavy assed Skyline was gonna catch a modded, nimble S2000. His only hope was to hope that Jeff made a mistake. Welp, sorry to disappoint you John, but Jeff did not make a mistake. Jeff crossed the finish line, followed by John, Jon, Hieu, and Huong. Then came Dom, then came Max about 2 minutes later. John jumped out of his car and ran over to Jeff's car, a bat in hand.
"You asshole! I'm getting sick of you always kickin' my ass at racing! Now I'm gonna kick your ass!!!" screamed John. He swung the bat at Jeff, but missed as Jeff backed up. Jeff swung with his left hand and caught John square in the jaw. A crack was heard as John fell on the ground, bleeding from the mouth. He looked up at Jeff, whose massive muscles had popped out of their hiding places and were showing through his shirt. "Ever since high school, you've kicked the shit outta me and my crew! Well I'm fuckin' sick of it! It ends now!" John yelled from his dominating position on the ground (sarcasticness). The rest of his crew pulled up in their bad ass Civics (more sarcasticness) and Integras. They all jumped out of their cars and advanced toward Jeff and his crew. "Well fellas, it looks like we got ourselves a good ol' fashioned brawl on our hands," said Jeff to his crew. DAiMYo had excelled at fighting in groups in high school, but apparently John had forgotten this already, after four years. Well, to make a long fight short, DAiMYo kicked AV's ass.