Racing Hearts - Blood and Steel

Chapter 5

The group of cars entered the restaurant they had been talking about earlier, choosing a table outside on the terrace that granted them with a good overview over the famous racetrack. From here they could watch the other cars speeding down the road beneath their tires, critically eyeing their very movements. Since it was still quite early today, there were only a few guests in the restaurant right now, having brunch. All of them were wealthy looking, yet they didn't seem to be bothered by the group of middle aged race cars. Because there were so few customers, it only took a few minutes until a waiter noticed the new guests that had arrived, making his way over to the table they had occupied. Still this certain calmness in his voice, making it seem as if nothing in this world could make him lose his temper. It was just so... unnatural.
The waiter came over to the cars, got out a notepad and a pen and asked them what they wanted to order. The friends looked at each other. "Frühschoppen?" Clint asked, glancing at his cousin, then turning towards the other vehicles.
"I mean, why not. It's not like we're gonna go on track today after all." Thomas replied, shrugging, eager to get his tires on some alcohol before noon had even rolled around the corner. The others still needing a moment to think about whether or not it was a good idea, Clarence took the lead. "Eh, alright. Beer for all of us please." The red Corvette said with both confidence and carelessness in his voice, earning himself a concerned maybe even surprised look from the waiter.
In a fancy restaurant like this he rarely had cars ordering beer at eleven in the morning. Maybe champagne if they were hosting an event. A wedding for example. But not something as common as beer.
"Alcohol free for me please." Erwin added, keeping his voice down, almost whispering. Not wanting to stand out from the group for not wanting to get drunk this early. Yet no one cared about it. It was his decision and his decision alone. None of the others had a say in whether or not he was supposed to drink alcohol. And the silver Fiesta was visibly glad with the other cars being so calm about it. In the past he had been with vehicles he had called his friends that would later go on to pressure him into drinking. To prove to them that he was manly enough to be part of their clique. With the group of race cars it seemed to be a bit different. Especially when Jürgen chimed in, not wanting to get drunk in the morning as well.
"Yeah I don't want beer either. May I get a cup of coffee. Just black coffee. No milk, no sugar. Oh and maybe scrambled eggs with bacon if that's possible?" The white Volkswagen asked, closely watching as the waiter wrote his order down on the notepad. "Yeah that should be possible." The waiter replied, looking back up from the piece of paper, eyeing the other vehicles.
"Oh yeah food. Uh I'd like some fried eggs with bacon on the side." Thomas said, grabbing the menu off of another table, flipping through the pages and then quickly ordered something for breakfast. The other cars were doing the same until every single one of them had ordered a drink and something to eat.
Once the waiter had noted it all down, he turned around to get back inside and into the kitchen, only to be stopped by Clint, who had one last thing to order.
"Could you also bring me an ashtray, please?" The black Corvette added to his initial order, already placing a pack of cigarettes and a lighter onto the table they all were parked around. The waiter nodded, before getting back inside.

While waiting for their drinks to arrive, the seven cars talked about the different things that were going on in their lives. Talking about their jobs besides race driving and whatever they were up to in their free time. Getting to know each other a little better. Mainly because of the two newcomers. Erwin and Clint. The latter of both getting bombarded with multiple questions, due to his rather mysterious personality. Questions that went way too far for Clarence' taste. He knew that Clint would slip up sooner or later. And since he didn't want his friends to find out about the black Corvette's true nature, he had to step in. Having the most luck in years, the cars from the first group that got on the race track came passing by the terrace. Most of which were everyday vehicles. With the most bland and boring color schemes you could imagine. But then just as it couldn't get any better a flash of yellow came passing by them. But it was way too big to be a regular car. It was a transporter. A worker for the German postal service to be exact. And he was incredibly fast, overtaking the other vehicles in mere seconds.
"Jesus, did y'all see that?!" Clarence yelled out, keeping his eyes on the yellow DHL transporter.
"Oh my goodness, so that's why all my packages arrive in bad condition. Completely smashed and looking as if someone threw them around on purpose." Alex pointed out, an annoyed, yet still somehow amused tone in his voice, with some of the other cars laughing.
"Damn, I don't think my package will arrive on time today." Roger stated sarcastically. Shaking his head in disbelief.
None of them noticed that the red Corvette eased up a bit, having successfully led the topic of the conversation away from his cousin. Thanks to this idiot.
While all of them didn't enjoy these events where tourists and amateurs could get on the track, the race cars had to admit that they were still good to have a quick laugh whenever the most different cars were trying to race each other. Oftentimes leading to injuries. Mostly minor ones, that you didn't have to worry about all that much. But somehow the feeling wouldn't let go of Clarence that today someone might actually get seriously hurt...
The BMW.