The tail lights began to turn on simultaneously as the Spanish sun very slowly began to make its journey down. Looking far ahead of me I admired the scene; the wide open road with little congestion was different to both England and America.
I tapped along to the beat as the music blared out of the sound system. Even my hair seemed to dance along as the wind brushed past it. Despite the fact that my body was craving the adrenaline rush that came with racing, I was surprisingly calm. Just a few more hours and I could do my first race, in my own custom designed car.
Finishing the car up made me feel like I had accomplished something. A Life long ambition which began as a joke between two siblings. Yeah maybe it wasn't exactly how I expected to do it, non the less it was my car that I modified. Sure there was still some work to do; some final touch ups, but that was alright.
Mum used to say that I never finished things that I started; I guess she was right at times. However, the thought of her being right made me want to prove her wrong. Most importantly I wanted to prove it to myself that I could finish things; not just finish, but finish first.
As I pondered on about all the training I had been put through my phone began ringing. I looked at my phone which was on the docking station, it was Marcus. Tapping at the volume button, I turned the music down until it became a faded murmur. Then answered the call, setting it to hands free mode.
"Hey Marcus, what you got for me?"
"Hey Al, well turn on your GPS. I'm sending through the planned route for the race."
Did I hear him right, the planned route? I just needed to know how to get to the race, not how the race was planned out.
"Woah, the planned route? How'd you get a hold of that?"
"We have our ways. You know that. Anyway, thought you could use all the help you could possibly get so you can win the races."
I could hear the playfulness in his voice and just knew he was smiling.
"What you trying to say, huh? Think I can't win a race without having an 'advantage'? " I questioned as I raised an eyebrow.
"Well Al do you really want me to answ-"
"Oh wow! Come on I lost once. Once! That wasn't my fault, that guy rear ended me at last minute! When you just hit the nitrous and someone crashes into you, what do you think is going to happen? Oh and how does knowing the route help when it comes to drivers who can't control their cars? "
All I heard was laughter and the tapping of computer keys. That reminded me, I needed to turn the GPS on. Did I want the route though? Did they really have that little faith in me?
"Look Marcus, I don't need the route. Just send me the location of the blooming race. That's all I need, alright?"
"Come on now, think about it. We're not giving you the route because you lost one race, it's because we need you to win these ones. Just memorise it."
My frustration was building up, but I was trying to tame it. Knowing the route would give me an unfair advantage and I wanted to win fair and square. I may have been a lot of things, but I wasn't a cheater.
"I know this race is important, it's my first race in this car. I need to build up a good reputation for it. I can do it, this car can do it. You've given me the training, I improved my racing skills. What, you doubting your teaching now? Or this car?"
There was a pause and then Marcus took a deep breath.
"Yeah, ermm time for the bad ne-"
"Woah, woah, woah. Hold up, the route was the good news?" I interrupted as my mind raced.
