Southern Knights: Stratford Soldiers
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OK last time Kenneth, Brandon and Richard chose to take the racing from the strip were they were beating everyone they could race. And Autocross where the RS was untouchable. And the local rallies were the 914 held the title with ease.
Chapter 2: confusion.
"Yo Kenneth we got a challenge from Team RX Extreme they want to take us on a sprint through Westveiw BL." Said Richard as he exited his Charger to inform Kenneth.
"Well when are they wanting to race?" asked Kenneth as he got out from under the hood of an old black Mazda protégé.
"Tonight at 9:00pm and they want to race you on the sprint, me on the drag, and Brandon on the industrial circuit." Said Richard as he tossed Kenneth a cloth to wipe his hands.
"Tell them that we will be there." Said Kenneth coldly.
Inside Kenneth was screaming at himself. "ARE YOU NUTS THE FC3S WILL BE RACING YOU! HE HAS 350HP YOU"LL GET CREAMED!"
"Dude do you think the 1.6 can handle it." Said Richard as he got into the charger with Kenneth following into the passenger seat.
"I'll win against someone who trys to out power me you know that out powering me doesn't work." Said Kenneth while he thought well it worked against Richard but he isn't as good as these guys are so I might have to push the limit.
That night Kenneth sat in the 914 waiting for the RX Extremes FC3S and FD3S to arrive at the Goose Creek food lion.
Richard and Brandon tinkered under their hoods to get ready for the race while Kenneth sat in his car lissing to the small 1.6L N/A non-fuel ingected4-cylinder boxer with a 5000rpm redline.
The car had a distinctive sound that was a low sound like two Harleys at idle. The sound of the engine through the custom exhaust was mean but refined the power of the 914 was small and low but more than enough to push the 878kg body through the turns faster than almost any car on the road. Or so Kenneth thought.
The sound of multiple rotaries bearing down was unmistakable. A bright red FC3S appeared and pulled up in front of the 914.
Kenneth rolled down his window as he drove up next to the FC3S. "Lets get going pull up to the line and we'll start this." Said Kenneth in a cold unforgiving tone. "Sure…" said Mark as he spun the FC around and pulled up to the 914 with the fear already noticeable. Kenneth had already caused mark a problem he wasn't giving off an aura like the night before it was much stronger. As strong as Marks.
The count down was short only three seconds.
"3…2…1…GO!" yelled one of the RX members. The two cars bolted out onto the main street Stratford bl. that would hook up with Westveiw bl. at the Stratford Forest intersection.
The two cars roared down the smoothly curved street and the RX-7 passed the 914 with ease.
"Come on!" yelled Kenneth as he remembered back when he was fixing the engine the internals looked stronger than normal. "I never did know what kind of engine this was." Said Kenneth as he looked down at the RPM gauge and saw the needle jump right before the shift point. "But that means… and it sounds like it wants to go faster."
Kenneth held off shifting at the next up shift point and watched the needle quickly rise to 8000rpm then stop. Kenneth lisined to the motor and could hear the engine keep going. Kenneth up shifted and sent the 914 around the long sweeping bend on the tail of the heavier RX-7.
They were nearing the intersection. The RX-7 hit the brakes and sent his rear out in a smooth drift. Kenneth pushed the 914 and felt the rear slid out as he rounded the sudden right angle. The 914 exited faster than the turn faster than the RX-7 but there was a slight uphill section right after the turn.
The 914 was hindered by this but once back onto the twisting road of Westveiw Bl. The 914 slid tight and fast hitting a line about 10inches of the perfect line and this was better that Mark in his FC3S could do.
The turns were perfect for inertia drifts. The 914 was able to swing its 980lb midship frame through the turns with such ease that the RX-7 looked like a tank drifting in comparison.
The long sweeping turns were about to end as a long strait appear before the 914. Kenneth floored the accelerator and lisined to the engine instead of looking at the Tachometer. The tack was pegged at the top of its maximum rating of 8000rpms.
The RX-7 quickly closed the gap that the 914 had opened on the turns. The RX-7 powered by the lighter weaker 914 and slid into the Westveiw parking lot for the win. "Damn it!" yelled Kenneth as he slammed his hands on his steering wheel.
"The school sprint goes to RX Extreme." Said one of the members of RX.
"Richard you know that he has nitro." Said Kenneth as he looked at his friend who was sitting next to the white FD3S.
"Yea I know. It won't help him." Said Richard as he gave the signal he was ready.
Kenneth backed away and sat on the hood of his 914.
Next was Richard's drag down the strait that Kenneth lost on.
"3…2…1…GO!"
The white FD was 2 seconds shorter in reaction time. The charger used his superior torque to pull away. The FD was about 500hp was more when he was running motor power than the heavier Charger and with his nitro shot he was pushing in excess of 800hp. The Charger shot ahead and gained a substantial lead only to see the FD closing FAST!
Richard up shifted and swung the Charger into the FD's line causing the FD to slow and Richard to shoot forward to the win at 200mph.
"The drag goes to Southern Knights." Said the member of RX Extreme.
"Ok Brandon you need to win this. We're depending on you." Said Kenneth as told Brandon of the importance of his win.
"OK lets get going!" yelled the driver of the blue RX-8.
The 1967 RS Camaro pulled up to the line the metallic paint of the RX-8 gleamed under the streetlights while the dark mat gray primer frame of the RS Camaro blended with the night.
The countdowns were always short on the industrial circuit because of the cops.
"3…2…1…GO!" yelled the member of RX Extreme as the two cars blew by him.
The RX-8 took the lead while in the RS Camaro Brandon was playing easy throttle. "This is a three lap race no need to rush." Said the clam connected Brandon and he slid gingerly around the turn.
The long sweeping S-turns were where the RS camaro would easily pass the RX-8. The Lights of the RS suddenly disappeared as Brandon slid right behind the RX-8 in complete darkness.
Inside the RX-98 the driver was panicking he could hear the RS but not see it. "w..Where did he go.?"
Suddenly the lights of the RS camaro appeared and disappeared in the rearview mirrors. Brandon and his mind games were taking a toll.
After two laps the RS camaro simply slid by the RX-8 on the final turnoff from I75 back onto the road and sprinted top the win.
"I can't believe it Southern Knights won." Said the member of RX Extreme as he got into his green RX-7 FD3S.
Next day…
"Man I can't believe how fast news on our win passed along." Said Richard.
"Yea I know but I can't believed they said that I was an unbeatable RS." Said Brandon with a smile.
"Yea but someone got it twisted bad remember we don't go by the name Stratford Soldiers on the official races." Said Kenneth as he tossed Brandon the magazine.
"Well we'll have to fix that but we still just went from no one to one of the best." Said Richard.
Suddenly a WRX, EVO 8, and a GT-R R34 pulled up to the small shop known as E3 tuning.
A Hispanic male about 5'10" exited the WRX and came up to Kenneth and the 914.
"So I guess it is true that a member of Stratford Soldiers works at the E3 shop." Said a 6'1" white male, as he laughed a bit.
"Yea and what do you want?" said Kenneth agitated because they underestimated what E3 could do to a car.
"Just to challenge the lowcountrys new best to a three part race on our home turf a mountain called matio." Said the Hispanic man.
"Fine you got it next Saturday." Said Kenneth as he looked at the GT-R and saw Kenny from back in high school. Kenny had moved and switched schools.
The Hispanic man nodded and said, "My name is Hilardo of team Supremacy."
With that the three 4wd monsters tore off.
"Next Saturday at a mountain are you nuts!" yelled Richard.
"I can handle the downhill Brandon the uphill and you can run the drag." Said Kenneth coldly as he got into his 914 and pealed out.
Ok there is chapter two I know that these things might help but I would suggest after I finish this that you go strait to southern drifters trail.
Ok the charger has 450hp
The RS Camaro has 400hp
And the 914-4 has 110hp in an 878kg body.