Speed Racer: Enter the Mach 2 (Part 2)
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Chapter 3: Enter the Mach 2 (Part 2)
Speed opened the door to his hotel room and forcefully closed it behind him, he tossed his ascot across the room as he sat on his bed with his face in his hands. "How? How did I do so badly? I'm in one of the fastest cars and I couldn't get any higher than 6th?" Speed thought to himself, running his hands through his wavy hair.
"Speed?" Trixie's voice asked through the door as she cracked it open.
"Huh?" Speed looked over his shoulder, "Oh, hey, Trixie. I'm sorry for storming off like that."
"It's okay, Speed. I know it's been months since you raced, and you really want to win." Trixie walked over and picked up Speed's ascot from the floor and sat next to him on the bed, "But you're just out of your element on this one, you know that. Usually, we're racing rallies and endurance circuit races, just last year you only did two open-wheel races, so I wouldn't be so hard on yourself." She reminded.
"I know, it's not just that, Trixie. I wanted to use my cut of the winnings to take you somewhere nice after the race before we leave." Speed took Trixie's hands that were still holding onto the ascot, "Trixie, I've been spending so much time on the Mach 5 that I haven't been trying hard enough in our own relationship, and I want to do my best in that and in this Grand Prix."
"Oh, Speed. I know your mind is on so many things, that's why I haven't been prying. But if you feel that way, I'm glad. She let go of her grip on the ascot, allowing it to slip into Speed's hands as she wrapped her arms around him and said, "But first, let's get you on the podium, alright?"
Speed reciprocated and smiled, "Alright. Thanks, Trixie."
In the country club, "Great job, Dash!" Clande congratulated, pouring scotch into three glasses, "Mr. Racket, I'm glad you have such a talented driver for this race." Clande handed the glasses over and raised his, "A toast, to growing old!" He said.
"Here, here!" Mr. Racket joined as Dash silently toasted the others.
"So, Dash, it turns out that you might not even need the Mach 2's powers to defeat Speed Racer." Clande said, taking a sip of his drink.
"That may be true, but I'm still worried." Dash answered.
"What do you mean, Dash?" Racket asked.
"Speed Racer is driven, no pun intended. He's got a golden horseshoe and a lot of skill, so I expect to be battling him almost all race long." Dash explained.
"Well, just keep your times consistent and make sure that they're always ahead of Racer's and you'll win. I don't think you'll have to worry." Racket answered.
"That's right because if you're worried, Dash…then I'm worried. If you don't win this race, it's all over for me, I'm a dead man." Clande said, looking down at his drink and leaning on his desk. Dash and Racket looked worried, a bead of sweat left Racket's forehead, as he became nervous about this situation as well.
"You know I'll try my best." Dash said.
"You'd better." Clande answered as night fell once again over Prague.
The next day, music from a band in a parade broke through the crisp morning, the sun's glow came in through the window of Speed and Trixie's room as Pops knocked on the door, "We should be all set, Speed. Hurry it up and get down here." Pops said before leaving to the pits outside.
"Alright, Speed. Today's the day." Trixie said.
Speed let out a deep breath and grabbed his helmet, "Alright, let's go have some breakfast and race." The two went downstairs, Speed and Trixie grabbed a bowl of cereal and coffee from the hotel's café and had a light breakfast before heading to the pits that were situated just outside of where they were staying. Speed looked over to the start/finish line where the grid was already set, but he didn't stare at his car, he was staring at the Mach 2, still in disbelief that he would be racing against what would have been Rex's car. They walked over to their pit stall and saw Pops checking fuel, spare tires, and supplies, "Hey Pops." Speed greeted.
"Good to know you showed up, Speed." Pops said.
"I just stopped for cereal and coffee, no big deal." Speed defended.
"Alright, breakfast is important I guess, but listen Speed, since the race starts in a few minutes, so I only have so much time to run you through our strategy for today.
"I'm listening." Speed said.
"Alright, so you already know the obvious, the race is 67 laps, but means that we're going to have to make at least 3 stops, all three for fuel and the second one for tires, got it? I'm going to let you know by holding this blackboard over the wall when you pass by, so pay attention." Pops said, pointing to a large blackboard that F1 teams used to communicate times and pit strategy since they lacked in-car radios.
"Okay, Pops, I'll make sure to pay attention." Speed said as the announcer called for drivers to get to their cars.
"Make me proud, son." Pops smiled, Speed returned the smile and walked to the Mach 5 F1 with Trixie.
"Just be careful, Speed. Don't race any harder than you have to." Trixie said as Speed lowered himself into the car.
"I'll be alright, don't worry." Speed said as Trixie helped him with the seatbelts since the small, one-seater car inhibited a lot of movement from the driver.
Trixie knelt to the pavement and kissed Speed on the cheek, "Good luck, Speed." She said, and Speed nodded in response, getting focused for the big race, his eyes still set on the Mach 2 as Dash Whisker got strapped into the car. The pre-race ceremonies started and finished in a flash as the flagman stood with the green flag.
"Gentleman, start your engines!" the announcer called and the rear-mounted V-12 engines roared to life, anticipating the start of the race.
"I've got to win this race…I've got to." Speed thought as he focused on the flagman.
Chapter 4: The Grand Prix of Prague
As the excitement peaked and the huge engines revved to their limits, the flagman waved the green flag and the 19 cars launched from the grid creating white tire smoke in their wake! The drivers fought the cars to stay straight on the road since the power from the engines was so extreme, and the cars were so light, that they squealed and swayed sideways unless the driver fought to keep it pointed in the right direction. They went over the bridge without incident into turn 1, which is one of the tough turns for Speed to handle. Cars bumped each other's wheels all bunching up in the corner, fighting for position over one another, and Speed yet again had some trouble, as another car to passed him up, causing him to drop into 7th. Dash, on the other hand, was masterfully wielding the Mach 2, pointing the car's red nose exactly where he wanted it to be, and he started to gain a lead on the rest of the cars.
As the wide turn gave way to a long straight, Speed was able to unleash the power of the Mach 5 F1 and began to pass, regaining his 6th spot while also being able to pass for 5th. When the straight ended and came to the high speed uphill left turn, he was able to take 4th place away from a car that was struggling, but the car he passed lost control on the turn, causing the car to spin and hit the traffic behind him, taking himself and two others out of the race. Exiting the turn was another left that went into a straight that went downhill and into a right turn, this was Speed's strongest part of the track, where he was able to pass 3rd place as they went around the right turn and into a hairpin. Unfortunately for Speed, Dash was gaining seconds on them, getting further and further ahead as the track went under a building and out into Speed's next trouble turn, turn 8, where he overcompensated and ended up losing two positions, putting him in 5th. Once that turn ended it was over another bridge, and back into the thick of downtown, where a sharp turn and chicane awaited the drivers before the final corner and back around to the start/finish!
"Speed's only in fifth, I wonder what happened." Pops said, rubbing the back of his head.
"It's those turns, if he doesn't get it right, he's going to be trading these positions all race long." Trixie sighed and that's exactly what Speed did as the laps counted down. Half of the race passes, and Speed pulls in for his fuel and tires stop along with most of the other drivers.
"Speed, you've been battling for third and fourth all race, is it those turns?" Trixie asked as Pops fueled the car.
"Yeah, I've got to figure out how to get past that, they're becoming a real problem for me." Speed answered.
"Try using less throttle, son. Try holding speed after you break and then start accelerating three fourths through the turn because it's the torque that's doing you in." Pops suggested as Trixie grabbed a dolly and lifted the front of the car, so Pops could change the tires. Pops grabbed the new tires, undoing the single large nut holding the wheels in place and putting the new ones on as fast as he could. As the dolly dropped and the tires were changed, Speed gunned it out of the pits leaving Pops panting and sweating profusely, "I should've brought Sparky with." Pops huffed, watching Speed drive away. Speed exited the pits in last due to his small team and had a lot of time and ground to make up, but he would first have to make it around the wide turns of the course. Speed got to the bridge, sped over it and then hit his breaks for turn one, he turned in, held a speed and then, like Pops said, accelerated in the last half of the corner and it worked! Speed was finally back in this race as he sped towards the 11 remaining cars.
"That's it!" Speed smiled under his ascot that covered his face as his open-wheeler finally felt like an extension of himself as he took it around the track. A few laps later, on lap 37, he found himself catching the others and he began to pass many of them, by lap 42, he was already in 6th again and he was quickly gaining more ground.
As the cars passed the start/finish, Dash noticed Racket holding their blackboard that read, "Here he comes!" on it with a #5 in a circle to warn him that Speed was finally getting a hang of this style of racing. Dash looked at his steering wheel with the buttons, knowing that one button was for extra grip, but what Clande changed the other one too, he had no idea and he hoped that he wouldn't have to find out.
On a TV in his office, Clande Shorthand watches as Speed Racer passes another car, entering 5th place, "This isn't good. This is not good." Clande said, his hands clasped together as he paced in his office. He went over to his alcohol tray and poured himself a drink with shaky hands. "I shouldn't be so worried, Dash is far more experienced than the Racer kid, even if he has a faster car."
"Speed Racer passes again into fourth position!" the commentator said on the TV.
"I'm going to die." Shorthand whispered to himself, taking a swig of his drink.
"I'm gonna win!" Speed said, his eyes lighting up with excitement as they went on the downhill portion once again. The laps continued to wind down until the time finally came at lap 50 to refuel for the last time, the cars pulled into the pits, Pops fueled the Mach 5 F1 and they were off! Now Speed had a fighting chance to win as he emerged out of the pits in 4th, keeping his previous position.
Dash grinned, "No way that Racer kid is gonna be able to catch me." He looked in his side-view mirror, not seeing Speed Racer which made him very confident as the cars came over the second bridge and into the tight squeeze of the city, but as they did, 2nd and 3rd were racing side-by-side which didn't last as one hit a bump and flew into the other, sending the other car across its front and into a concrete barrier, sending the two cars into the air!
"Oh!" Speed exclaimed as he hit the A Button, deploying a protective canopy, sending the shrapnel bouncing off the Mach 5 F1. He pressed it again since he couldn't see thanks to the fluids landing on the canopy and he lacked wipers.
"Hooray, Speed!" Trixie and Pops cheered from the pit box as the Mach 2 passed with the Mach 5 F1 not so close behind.
"Mifune Motors has taken control of this race!" The announcer's voice crackled over the TV in the Racer household an entire hemisphere away.
"Go Speed, go!" Speed's family and friends cheered as Speed gained on the Mach 2 on the straightaway because of its superior power. But Dash had superior control due to his experience behind the wheel of Formula 1 cars as he was able to get the most out of the Mach 2 on the turns, far more than Speed could get out of the Mach 5 F1.
"Come on, you have to give me something." Speed muttered as Dash made the Mach 2 as wide as he could, blocking Speed's every attempt at making a successful pass. The pipes on each car's engine spat flames as they went uphill, and that's when Speed began to catch Dash, they went around the other left turn into the downhill portion where Speed pulled alongside the Mach 2, and into the fast and dipping right turn that gave way to a small straight going into the left hairpin where the Mach 2 was able to gain first position again. They battled it out, into a small right and under a building to the wide-left where Dash was able to gain a little ground on Speed, but not as much as he was previously able to do as they both went over the bridge, into the city, through the tightest section of the track and passed the start/finish, going into lap 60!
Clande Shorthand was losing his mind inside of his office in his club, where many of his investors and associates were attending to watch the race and enjoy the weather, Clande was definitely not enjoying anything, now that Speed Racer was challenging for the win and it looked like Dash wasn't going to be able to hang on. He rushed to his personal rotary phone by his desk and dialed a building in the city to get a hold of Racket. A few minutes pass and Racket picks up the phone, "Hello?"
"What is happening out there, Racket?" Clande shouted.
"I dunno, the Racer kid somehow found his mojo out there, but Dash will get the job done, be patient, Mr. Shorthand, these races always come down to the wire."
"This is more than down to the wire, Racket! Win or you're done for! Tell him to use the weapon now!" Clande yelled before slamming the phone on the hook and looking on the TV, over the time that they were talking, the race was on lap 63 of 67 as Clande began to tear his hair out.
As the Mach 2 and Mach 5 F1 came back around to start lap 64, Racket held out his blackboard that read, "Shorthand says use it!"
Dash's eyes move from the sign to his side-view where Speed still was. "I don't need stupid powers to beat him!" he shouted to himself, knowing that it was becoming more and more difficult to keep Speed away. During lap 64, the two found themselves side-by-side more often and as lap 65 came, Racket held another sign telling Dash that this was his final chance, his "one shot". He sighed and slowed slightly, letting Speed pass him around turn 1, but as Speed passed, Dash pressed his A Button and metal spikes protruded from the front of the car. The spikes were on a hinge that snapped the spikes to face sideways as the purpose was to drive up to the rear of a car and stab the engine or tires, Dash went for the most obvious and aimed for the tires and began to speed up.
"Huh?" Speed looked in his side-view, "Oh! I don't believe it, Whisker is gonna race dirty!" Speed gasped as he punched his B Button, deploying the belt tires so as Dash slammed the spike into the Mach 5 F1's armored tire, the spike broke clean off!
"No way!" Dash shouted.
Both the Racer family, Clande, and the rest of his country club looked on in shock at the blatantly obvious attack on Speed Racer. Clande shouted, "It's over, oh god, it's over!" he ran to his car and sped back home so he could have time to pack up and run before The Three Roses caught him. "I have to get my clothes and my gun before they show up!" he thought, flooring it to one of his homes in the hills.
"Pops, what was with that spike?" Trixie raised her voice, hoping that Pops didn't install a power used for offense in the Mach 2.
"I don't know, Trixie. On the Mach 2, the A Button was a shield, they must've changed its function."
"Thank goodness, I thought you installed it." Trixie sighed in relief.
"Absolutely not. To tell the truth, I had some reservations about the rotary blades on the Mach 5 until I saw the way Speed used them. The system is called the 'Safety 7' for a reason. You know, 7 buttons, all defensive in nature, meant to keep the driver safe."
"So, would that make the Mach 5 F1 the 'Safety 3' since it's really just the Mach 3?"
"That is correct. Originally, on the Mach 1, the only safety button was the canopy, but after Rex lost control, I invented the belt tires and they prove to be quite possibly the most valuable system on the cars since." Pops explained as the Mach 2 and Mach 5 F1 crossed the start/finish to begin lap 66.
"Two to go." Trixie notified as she looked back to watch the cars pass and see the flagman ready the white flag.
Speed drove as close as he could to Dash, and shouted, "What's the big idea?"
Dash could barely hear him over the exposed V-12's but he understood and yelled back, "Sorry, kid, I didn't want to! I don't wanna do this, either, but I wanna win!" Dash slammed into Speed, throwing him off for a moment, but Speed was able to keep the Mach 5 F1 under control as he charged back to meet Dash Whisker's challenge.
The two were so far ahead of the rest of the pack, that the only challenge they had was each other, no one was sitting down in the bleachers that they set up at points around the course, everyone was on their feet and holding their breath as the two screamed around to the start/finish as the flagman waved the white flag, signaling the final lap of the race!
"Time to break free of this." Speed said, hitting the B Button again, deploying the grip tires as the two went around turn one! With the superior grip, the Mach 5 F1 took the lead for the first time in the race!
"Two can play that game, kid." Dash grumbled, pressing his B Button as well, deploying his set of grip tires. He pulled along-side Speed down the straight and they stayed side-by-side as they took the fast left-hander up the hill. The mixture of the cars being so light, the excessive grip and the raw power so was intense that they reached G forces unlike any other car of the time. "This… this is unreal." Dash thought as he looked over to Speed as they came out of the turn, "This level of intensity… this is normal for him?" he added as they went down the short straight, into the next left and down the hill.
Speed, having more power, gained the advantage going downhill and around the right turn into the straightaway, but Dash gained that back when Speed had to slow down more for the hairpin turn, the Mach 2 took the lead from there since the hairpin and the wide turn 8 was Speed's weakest section, but Dash had to be careful when it gave way to another straight. Speed pulled in behind the Mach 2 entering the hairpin and followed Dash as they went into the right turn, to the straight under the building and into turn 8, "Now's my chance." Speed thought aloud as the turn opened to the second bridge and as they got on the bridge, the Mach 5 F1 pulled out from behind the Mach 2. The two men saw the extremely sharp left turn coming up and neither wanted to give an inch, but the Mach 5 F1 gained ground because not only was it faster, Speed was using a slingshot maneuver to get by, using his now reduced drag to more easily pull ahead. The Mach 5 F1 gained the advantage. But then, the second bridge section was coming to a close as both drivers grit their teeth and squinted their eyes, ready for anything! But it was in that moment, that Dash made an error and gave way to his normal instincts, not knowing what the belt tires could handle since he never used them, he hit the brakes and locked them up, allowing Speed to pass and pull in front on the entry to the sharp turn!
Speed then took a right turn and into a chicane where he came to the final wide-left and onto the front straight! As he went, he was able to gain ground on the Mach 2 as colorful confetti shot in the air as Speed took the checkered flag and crossed the finish line! "Mifune Motors finishes in P. 1 and 2 with the Mach 5 F1 leading the way! History has been made at the Grand Prix of Prague, folks!" the announcer shouted as the crowd cheered in excitement. The Racer household erupted in celebration as they began to make plans for Speed's victory party for when he, Pops, and Trixie return home.
"I made it! I made it." Speed breathed deeply, slowing down to safely make his way back around the circuit. Dash slammed his hand on the steering wheel and looked forward at Speed, who was obviously more relaxed, Dash pulled up next to Speed, but instead of being callous and a bad sport, he pointed at Speed, gave him the thumbs up, and drove around ahead, letting Speed take his victory lap. As Dash made his way around, he stopped the Mach 2 in the Goh Team's pit stall and hopped out.
"Dash Whisker? What was the big idea during the race, I didn't put those spikes in the Mach 2!" Pops shouted.
"I know, Mr. Racer but listen. I was put up to it by someone." Dash explained, disappointed in himself.
"Who put you up to it?" Pops asked.
"That's all I can say, the man who did is probably gone now, that's why I was racing as hard as I was, he needed the money…or else."
"Oh…" Pops looked surprised.
"Anyways, congratulations, Mr. Racer. The Mach 2 is a mighty car to drive, but it's not mine and it's not the other guy's anymore so you can have it back. I don't know what you'll do with it, but you can have it."
"You don't have to do that, Dash. I'm sure we can arrange for it to be in your garage."
"I don't want it, it now represents the lowest point in my career. Please take it."
"If you insist."
"See ya later, Pops." Dash said before putting his hands in his pockets and walking over to meet Racket whose face was already red with anger.
"Pops, there's Speed!" Trixie pointed as Speed drove his car up to the makeshift Winner's Circle on the start/finish line. The two ran out as Speed undid his buckles and pulled his ascot back down on his neck, he took the sides of the cockpit and hoisted himself up so he could stand and he raised his fists in victory as the crowd cheered. Speed was presented the Grand Prix of Prague trophy as well as a bottle of champagne which he showered the crowd, as well as Trixie and Pops in.
But as the victorious team was getting their pictures taken, out in the hills, someone was watching a large house from afar through a pair of binoculars; he saw a large pale blue car drive up to the house as a man hopped out and scurried into the mansion, the man who was watching said, "Hit it." And a woman behind him pressed a button and the whole house exploded in flames! The man looked at the woman who was standing behind him, "Good job, Wendy, there's no way he survived an explosion like that."
"My pleasure, Mr. Idler. Who is next?"
"Your buddy Mr. Racket, for trying to help Clande."
"I'll enjoy doing that." Wendy answered as the two entered a silver car that was parked behind them and drove away. Not too long after, a yellow car roared up the hill, it was the Shooting Star driven by Racer X! Racer X hopped out and looked down at the exploded property with a grim expression, before hopping back in the Shooting Star and driving away.
Chapter 5: Night and Day
That night, as Pops made extra plans to transport the Mach 5 F1 and now the Mach 2 back home, Speed took Trixie out for a romantic night in Prague at a festival that was set up for the race that was built along turns three and four. "Speed, this festival is lovely." Trixie said, clinging to Speed's arm.
"It is, free admission to." Speed chuckled having gotten in free because he was the winner. Speed and Trixie had quite the night of shopping, trying out some of the local foods, playing games, and of course, signing autographs and taking many, many pictures with fans. They walked their way back over the bridge which was now packed with people, and walked along the riverside, Speed stopped for a moment, leaning on the railing looking out at the river that was covered in boats gleaming with bright lights.
"Everything alright, Speed?" Trixie asked, stopping with him to look over the water.
"Better than alright, Trixie. Today went almost exactly how I planned it, how I envisioned it, really." Speed answered.
"Oh? How come it's almost?"
"I didn't expect the spikes to come outta the Mach 2." Speed looked over and laughed.
"That was pretty crazy." Trixie joined in on the laughter.
"But, I don't know what to do with the Mach 2 now that it's back home. I don't wanna use it for parts and I don't want to put it in a museum."
"Why not wait to give it to Spritle? Update the Safety 2 system and let him start racing if that's what he wants to do." Trixie suggested.
"That's a groovy idea, he was pretty competent when he was mistaken for Prince Jam in the junior race last year in the car that Pops built for the Prince." Speed pondered.
"So yeah, let's let him test the waters in it when he's old enough."
"Hah, we sound like we're his parents or something, I'd have to ask Mom and Pops if they're on board." Speed chuckled.
"I suppose." Trixie said before starting to feel the weather kick in, "It's getting cold, Speed, let's go back to the hotel." She said clinging to Speed's arm for warmth.
"Hey, watch it my arm's still sore from today." Speed whined as they made their way back.
Late at night, Pops, Speed, and Trixie were at the airport with their bags. Pops talked to the ramp workers and made sure that the Mach 2 and Mach 5 F1 were strapped in properly before rejoining the group and boarding the plane. "Jeez, Pops. You think they'll get mad if you question their work like that?" Speed said.
"You can never be too careful." Pops said as they got into their row and took off back home. When they landed it was very early in the morning, and Sparky was waiting for them with the flatbed as they left the plane.
"Hey, Speed! Congratulations!" Sparky shook Speed's hand and gave him a pat on the back.
"Thanks, Sparky. I really thought I wasn't going to win, but thanks to some advice from Pops, I got the hang of it." Speed said as Sparky looked over his shoulder and saw not one, but two cars being unloaded.
"Wait, what? Why is the Mach 2 here?"
"Dash Whisker gave us the Mach 2, Pops said it represents the lowest point in Dash's career, so he didn't want it anymore." Speed explained.
"Well gee, Speed, the flatbed can only fit one car." Sparky took off his red hat and scratched his head.
Pops interjected, "Don't worry, Sparky, I rented a flatbed to transport both cars. I'll take the Mach 2, you take the Mach 5 F1. Let's get it done." Pops said. The four were able to successfully load the cars onto the trucks and they headed over to Pops' garage where they dropped them off. Sparky stayed in the garage to secure the cars and put them back in place as they picked up Trixie's yellow Mercedes, drove back to drop off the rental and then went to get Sparky and go home. By the time all of this was done, the sun was setting.
They finally drove up to the Racer household and opened the door, "Surprise!" was called out as Mom, Spritle, Chim Chim, and Speed's cousin Hank were there to surprise them.
"Whoa, what's all this?" Speed asked.
"You didn't think you could win a race like that and not get a party, did you Speedy?" Hank asked, wheeling himself up to Speed and shaking his hand.
"It's good to see you, Hank. You look much better." Speed complimented.
"So did you out in Prague, it's almost like you were trained by the best." Hank grinned.
"Yeah, yeah, I know. You were a tough teacher, though."
"If you're gonna build em' tough, you gotta teach em' tough sometimes." Hank shrugged as Mom Racer walked up to hug her son.
"Congratulations, Speed." she said.
"Thanks, mom."
"Did you take Trixie out?" she whispered.
"I did." Speed said.
"Good boy." She smiled as she released Speed and announced, "I baked you all a cake if you'd like to dig in!"
"Me first!" Spritle pushed as the others made their ways to the cake. But as Speed was about to go and join, Sparky grabbed his arm.
"Huh? What is it, Sparky?" Speed asked.
Sparky grinned, "Follow me, pal." Sparky led Speed to the garage and turned on the lights, "Taa-da!" Speed froze, and he gazed upon the two-seat white and blue beauty. "Speed Racer, I'd like to re-introduce you to the Mach 5!"
Speed and the Mach 5 may have been reunited, but Trick Idler and the Three Roses Club are still out there, smaller, and more dangerous than ever before! Can Racer X track them down before Trick can somehow get his revenge on someone else? But first, we answer the question: "Who is Hank Racer?" Stay Tuned and find out in the next episode of Speed Racer!
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Author's Note: I'm really enjoying writing Speed Racer Season 2 and I hope you're enjoying the read! But this is purely for fun, the writing I do seriously are my original stories which I'm re-doing and turning into a book as we speak! So, make sure you check out Southpaw-Comics on Deviantart, Wattpad, or Fictionpress if you enjoy superheroes want to see what's up! The Fictionpress one is way behind (by three years), so it gets updated every Sunday by five issues a week so don't miss out! We also have Southpaw-Comics on Facebook and Twitter if you wanna follow us on social media! If not, I hope you at least stick around for the rest of Speed Racer Season 2 and some stories I have planned that aren't Speed Racer related, but you'll see what that is when Season 2 is complete! Thanks for reading!
BONUS! Want to race in the Grand Prix of Prague as the Mach 5 F1 or the Mach 2? Need a reason to pick Forza 6 back up because it's been gathering dust? Well, if you bet your life Speed Racer, you can grab these paint schemes by searching the Forza design catalog and here's how you get them! (I'm also going to upload some pictures to my Forza Gallery if you want a wallpaper or something.)
-Mach 5 F1: Choose the McLaren M2B and type "JTeam45" in the Creator Name window.
- Mach 2: Choose the Honda RA300 and type "JTeam45" in the Creator Name window.
-Wallpapers: Check Tango458 on Deviantart!