January 2009

An alarm blared on my iPhone at 7:45, waking me up and pissing me off more importantly. I got up and rolled my neck around and took a look around. It was a dark room. A few lamps were hanging from the ceiling, there were a few lifts around me. I see some guy walk out of a room what seems to be an office. He was about 5'9 with medium sized blonde hair and slightly tanned skin. "Hey, we fixed your car last night after you fell asleep" he said with a Boston accent. "Wasn't snoring was I?" I joked, we both chuckled. "It's an impressive car though, loved working on it". "Thanks, so uh how much do I owe you?" I inquire. "Well with the bumper, two new bottles of NOS, door, hood, window and new intercooler and the most expensive paint job we have, your bill comes up to $5,639.99." "Shite, should be a little more careful next time, huh?" I hand over a bundle of cash. "You need something to eat? We got some cereal in the back" he offered politely. "Nah man but thanks for asking I really appreciate it Jack. See ya around". I turn the car on and rev it before slowly exiting the garage. I look into the mirror to check I don't look like I'm high. I looked alright, hair was a bit mess but it went along alright since I've spiked my hair. I had a few skin marks on my face but that was about it. I look up and hear the roar of an 05 Pontiac GTO. Just then my Tablet, which was mounted just next to my steering wheel, had a chat request from a guy called Rog. "Alright let's see what you want". I accept the request and I hear a deep voice saying "look what the underground let loose, let's see how good you do in the daylight". "Lets" I reply. Some other guys have already lined up their cars, ready to race. Everyone revved their engines. Jack and the other mechanics ran outside to see the race. There were 3-4 of them, one started recording the race on his flip up phone. I turn my head to see Rog staring at me, he was bald and probably of Mexican descent and was wearing a black vest. After laughing at the sounds of the other racers' cars. Just then I push my foot down taking the needle on the tachometer to the redline then let go, it was followed by the intoxicating sound of the blow-off valve. Everyone stared at the Beemer. I constantly pressed my foot down on the throttle, the exhaust was spiting flames at that point. "5 grand buy in" I raise the stakes to a total of $20,000. Everyone was in. they sent the route on my tab. Jack came up and took the cash from everyone. We were gonna go when the light would turn green. GREEN. Everyone launched leaving beautiful smell of burnt rubber. I was in the lead with Rog right next to me I look at his car before quickly upshifting. We going right through downtown. Tall buildings, massive boards reminding me of going into central London when I was 13. Lived in England for the first twelve years of my life but only visited central London once. I was holding the lead, Rog and some other guy were fighting for second. It was a pretty easy race with no hard turns really. I saw a tunnel coming up. The engines echoed through it. We were going through the park and Rog was starting to catch up. "Keep dreaming I say to myself". With that I push the NOS button on my wheel, throwing me back in my seat. There was a small hill ahead but I knew it would send me airborne. "Whoooohh". The car slammed down onto the tarmac. "Alright second lap." Rog caught up with me, as well as a yellow mustang with black stripes and a light body kit, the mustang being in the middle. He started ramming Rog, and he was getting pissed off at it. I gave the stang' a bit of tap, he just gave me stare but then looked back at Rog. He was a black guy in a beanie typical ghetto. Out of nowhere Rog clips the stang' sending him into a wall, totalling his ride. I look at Rog and laugh and nod at him before downshifting, taking off and deafening civilians as I entered the tunnel. The park came up and I was ahead by two lengths. I Cross the line first with Rog in second. There was a big crowd circling our rides and cheering us on. We step out of our cars and I start up conversation "This guy is crazy, he aint afraid to throw down and doesn't take any ones shit" everyone cheered to that as they saw what happened. "Ay you aint too bad yourself, that's cool ride you got there too" he replied. Right after that, Jack came up collecting the cash from Rog and the other racer waving it around for everyone to see before handing it to me. "Thanks, alright I gotta go, cops are gonna be here any minute". And with that said me and Rog drove off. "I like your style, watch your back around these blacklist guys, they don't play well with others". "Thanks, see ya around. Rog took a left off century square and at that very moment Razor powerslid to a halt in front of me he called me "what's up poser" were his first words I replied with "nothing much, how you doin' bitch". He ignored my remark. "I'm glad you're putting it down out there out there I really am cuz I can't wait to get a crack at that ride". I stare at him confused "what didn't anybody tell you? You gotta put your ride on the line to race a blacklist racer and that… is why people aren't stupid enough to do it". "Oh… well that just means more trophies for me and humility for you". He took off saying nothing but "I'll be waiting"