january 2009

I've been in Rockport for two days and haven't found a single race yet, I scout downtown in search of a race but with no luck, i turn a corner and see a nice looking yellow Supra with red and black vinyls and a custom bodykit pulled a U-turn and followed me. the car caught up and in the interior was a dumbass looking to get smoked. We pulled upto a traffic light and he sent me the route on my GPS. We rev our engine's, I frequently tap my pedal whereas he holds his down. I hope he will let go at the end or this will be too ! He didn't let go of the throttle therefore i rocket away, leaving him in the dust. The road was quite wide but was full with soft bends in it. Oh the sound of the car. As soon as I shift to fourth i feel like I'm on the highway to hell. We entered a short tunnel. I check my GPS and see that there's a hard right. "ok, ok I got this, I got this" I reassured myself. "NOW". I pull the handbrake and beautifully drift around the corner leaving heavy treadmarks and tons of smoke .I quickly downshift to maintain a high r. I look in the mirror and see that he took the corner pretty well. After a small turn there was a wide hairpin coming up. "alright" I tap the brake leading me into a minor drift around the corner. we head onto the freeway. I push the NOS button on my steering wheel boosting me to 150MPH. The other guy did the same but with both bottles so he was starting to catch up. he got ahead by a few inches, but that lead was shortlived as there was a 90*. We drift around a corner, neck and neck. there were a few twists and turn. after that there was a straight stretch in which he started to take the lead. There was a tollbooth we both narrowly missed. he was ahead by at least one legnth. lucky for me, I overtook him in a hair pin. Just as we exited the hairpin, we entered an industrial area. After a small turn its neck and neck. i shift down and the car started to enter the redline "come on, COME ON" I pull ahead just before the fnish at 140. we both slow down at the docks. I see a crew, two girls around four guys and cars ranging from a cheap fourth gen eclipse to an high-end SLR . He gets out of his car and goes upto what looks like the leader, he was slightly short, around 5'6, was pretty pale with black hair and brown eyes in black vest and jeans and had heavy tatoos on his shoulders. "What did I tell you?" "He shattered me Razor, I coudn't-" "shut up". alright, 'Razor' your a pretty big asshole. "another bolt on wonderboy lookin' to get smoked, why don't we save you the grief, peel those parts right off". Before I could reply, I heard a female voice shout "bolt on or not, that ride is hot". I coudnt believe it... It was the same girl I raced a few days ago. she walked up to my window " faster than anything here". Razor was staring and so was the japanese guy next to him but razor signaled him to back off. " you obviously don't know your cars sweetheart" she replied by saying " I know your ride doesn't stand a chance" he chuckles "my sixty-footer quarter-mile! what ever you wanna throw on the table smokes anything here including this punk-gasket car" "yeah this punk gasket car won the 2002 le mans and is driven by the guy who stole from the BMW museum, your out of your leauge bro" I reply there was big commotion in the back of "so where's your punk money?" she challenged " five grand, FIVE GRAND says my boy will smoke this clown" "what does your boy have to do with this" she asked " I ain't racin this nobody and i takin orders from some chick who just rolled onto the scene" " this here's the 15th guy on the blacklist you got a lotta rep to earn before you get to run with him" said the ghetto boy " thanks for the update" She said sarcastically. I couldn't help but snigger. Razor seemed to get a little annoyed " are we doin' this not" she asks. Razor simply clicks his finger and the japanese guy comes up "I got him" "how about we make it ten grand?" she asks. " oh you wanna amp this up? let's do it right" Razor pulls out his phone "yeah give me the police, we got a couple of guys about to street race near the shipyard. you better send the cops right away, maybe an ambulance" with that he dissconnected the call and everyone started to get out of there " yeah your 'boy's' probably gonna need one" I reply "when he's done with you.. i never wanna see your face again" with that he taps my door and leaves. "hey I'm Mia Townsend" " Ace Rhodes" "the guy you just raced was Ronnie and your goin' up against Bull. oh and that cop, try to avoid him, sergeant Cross, best cop in all of Rockport. I'll be waiting at the finishline" "OK thanks for the help Mia, I appreciate it" she smiles " no problem"