Chapter 8 is up so it has more references to various aspects of America. Obviously, there are the not so subtle references to Gas Monkey Garage who build some crazy hot-rods so they act as the Los Santos Customs of Kennedy. Trannys is well a reference to Transmission and well anther thing that is evident. The street-racing concept is influenced by Midwest Street Cars who are probably some of the baddest street racers around.

Tempest - GTA version of a Chevy Nova

Treed - Basically destroying your opponent at the start

Brad woke up the next morning and saw that his car was littered with bullet holes, he found at least three 9mm Parabellums in his car at least. He had heard about this Grease Monkeys and apparently they had a garage that did some custom work on cars and also auto repairs. The shop was apparently on Grant Rd in Wrenchside. Brad aimed his car in that direction, heading back into northern Kennedy and into Grease Monkey turf. The shop wasn't too far from the apartment in Justice Park but he wasn't in a rush and just cruised listening to some Rolling Stones on Kennedy Rock Radio. He got to shop and was pleasantly surprised, it was quite large and L-Shaped with the offices at the front and workshop at the rear, the building was all metal panelling and glass garage doors.

He rolled his car into their lot before getting out and going inside to the office. The man waiting inside had a fashionable goatee, wore ripped jeans and had a skull ring on his finger. His clothing marked him out to be a Monkey but he didn't know whether he was the leader of the Grease Monkeys, it was unknown who their leader was.

"Hey man, I like to get some work done on my car" Brad said

"Sure man, just bring 'round back" The owner said with a less noticeable country drawl than most of the other people he had met

Brad brought his car around to the garage entrance which opened and he drove his car in. The garage was spotless but was a chaos of cars inside, the garage was littered with welders, suspension parts and air filters. There were mechanics waiting to fix his car for him and the boss man ready to give some orders.

"Hey, I never caught your name?" Brad asked

"I am Jay Ford and my chief mechanic over there" He said pointing at the mechanics "is called Scott"

Brad outlined what he would like to be done, he wanted the car to be bullet less and he also wanted engine and suspension upgrades particularly some anti-roll bars to help the car to corner better. He also wanted to get rid of the leaf spring suspension and swap to a four-link rear end which he would complement with a better supercharger. All this would not come cheap and Jay said that it would cost him around $15,000 to have all this work done.

"Jay, I am sorry but I don't have the money to pay that" Brad said apologetically

"Maybe, you could lessen what you want" Jay replied

"Nah, man I need this stuff"

"I have a side-line, which could pay off your debt if you are interested" Jay spoke with caution

"What is it?"

"Boosting cars, if you boost me one ride, that will pay off your debt and hell if I think that you are good at it, I will give you some more work"

"What do I have to steal?" Brad said all business

"A first-gen '66 Dominator, the car I am after has a candy red paint and can be found in another shop on West Elizabeth Avenue"

"I'm after it" Brad said leaving the shop

He walked a couple of blocks to where this shop was supposed, as he got close he checked his P99 as casually as he could. The car must have been located about half a mile away from the shop but it was no hardship walking there in the Kennedy sun. He located the shop, Trannys on West Elizabeth and saw that the car was being kept down a private drive where the garage must have been located. Brad hung on the street corner using the corner of his eye to watch the goings-on at the shop, as far as he could make out there were 2 mechanics and a boss-figure walking around a prospective purchase.

Brad decided to make his move by quickly darting across the driveway before taking cover behind a wall. He peeked out, seeing that they were undisturbed before ducking into the back of garage and hiding behind a mint Dukes. He noticed a guy moving towards the Dukes, possibly a parts guy or a salesman anyway he had to go. Brad sneaked up behind him and then snapped his neck by grabbing the neck, twisting it backwards before yanking it sideways. Brad felt the body go limp and he dropped it carefully onto the ground before hiding it behind a car. He stepped forward going through a steel door into the workshop area where he saw the two mechanics. They saw him also. It felt like a long time where they stared at each other, Brad ended that time by grabbing his P99, flicking the safety off before double-tapping both of them. He saw the car keys for the Dominator and swiped them before getting into the candy red car. He gunned the throttle, feeling the back wheels struggling for traction, he used the torque over load to drift the car into the driveway. He hit the gas speeding down the driveway before pulling the handbrake and starting a drift going right back towards the Grease Monkeys' shop.

He brought it back to the shop, revving the engine to show he was back. Jay came outside and looked over the car.

"Alright man, nice job" Jay said

"Thanks" Brad replied

"Your car is waiting inside"

He walked into the garage and jumped in his car, once he had rolled it out of the garage, he ripped the engine hearing the V8 bark angrily. He then pounded the car back through Kennedy to his home where he spent some time cleaning his gun. He then got a call from Jay about 11:00

"Hey, you down for some racing"

"Yeah, I am up for making some cash"

"Good then meet me out on the 369, bring about 3 stacks"

Brad hung up before getting in his car and driving all the way out west going back towards Rawlings. He had heard a lot about this street-racing scene, that they were some of the quickest in the country and loved to trash-talk and gamble big but Brad reckoned that he had something for them.

He pulled up to the spot and saw so many nice cars, Tempests and 3rd-Gen Dominators seemed to be the preferred cars in these parts. He had met Jay who explained it was a simple 1/8 mile race from a standing start with no road preparation, Brad was cool with that he know he could win races. Back in Kennedy he never really street-raced but he knew that he could drive well under pressure and win big when it counted.

He went to the drivers' meeting where they seemed to be talking about who races who. Bets were flying everywhere and match-ups were made. Brad got a guy who everybody called Vinnie and who raced a full-size Granger pick up that could do around 120mph in an 1/8.

Brad bet him the full 3 Gs that he could beat Vinnie and when they lined the cars up, it was time for him to deliver his promise. He did a quick burnout to lay down some rubber before he rolled the car back onto the line.

He sat in apprehension waiting for the light to come on and for him to drag this Vinnie's ass. The flagger, a large pot-bellied man took three steps back and flashed the light. Brad launched hard, treeing Vinnie out of the hole, he quickly upshifted into second with Vinnie about a car back. Brad began to pull out a lead as Vinnie couldn't keep pace with Brad's lighter car but then the tables turned and Vinnie found some more power on the big-end. It was a matter of holding him off, Brad could see the line and was counting down the feet while watching Vinnie catch him. He crossed and saw Vinnie was only a car behind, that truck was faster than he thought.

He brought it back to the group before Vinnie came over and gave him $3000, it was turning out to be a good day.