8: Drive
Fox found himself walking out to the practice race track late at night, with nobody but service robots around fixing things up. Setting themselves up to serve concessions for tomorrow morning. Cleaning up after the dead bodies that popped up around the track - Fox tried to ignore that. He had left Meta Knight and Pikachu behind in a small motel (which Samurai Goroh had apparently paid for them, though it's entirely possible that the guy threatened the owners) to get in some late night practice. It totally beat sleeping in one whole cramped bed.
He got his vehicle out of one of the track's garages. Yet another thing that was lent out by Samurai Goroh; despite being a bit of a criminal, he certainly was an honorable fellow that wanted to give them a fair chance at leaving the planet. Fox opened the cockpit and slid himself in. The F-Zero machine was spacey, so that he, Pikachu, and Meta Knight could all fit into it. Fox would be doing most of the driving, but hey, up close moral support would be fantastic.
Fox first remembered when he got behind the controls of an F-Zero machine. It was a Smash match that could have ended in a failure which he then turned into a victory, turning it around and running down the other fighters.
It wasn't legal but Master Hand was so impressed that he let it slide.
There was something about being behind the controls of a vehicle that awakened a sense of discovery inside of him. Experienced with an Arwing, a Landmaster, that weird transformation where the Arwing runs like a chicken, and various other vehicles, Fox could find himself comfortably settling into the controls of any vehicle, and this wasn't too different.
After a few seconds, Fox found himself on the track. Despite the cockpit being closed, he felt the sensation of wind rushing around him. The metaphorical wind carried with a sense of high octane elation. He sighed contently, finding himself at ease. This was the one constant for him throughout the years, before and after that day at Zelda's castle where he ended up greatly changing - the feeling of behind a wheel, being in control of something that moved across the world. He wasn't the sort to contemplate, even before his accident, but he wondered if the people that invented cars felt this same sense of elation. He found himself thanking the great man, the man that mass produced cars and led personal transportation into the future as if he was a deity.
"...President Gerald Ford, you are a hero to all." Fox murmured to himself as the world stretched around him.
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