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Get That License

Skip Barber Racing School is nestled in the picturesque countryside outside Montreal. The sprawling campus buzzes with the roar of engines and the chatter of aspiring racers. Liam and Barrett stand outside the main building, excitement and anticipation evident on their faces. Liam gazes around in pure awe, soaking in the atmosphere.

Liam: Wow, this place is incredible, Barrett. I can't believe we're finally here.

Barrett grins, sharing Liam's excitement. He's just as impressed by the racing school.

Barrett: It's the first step on your journey, Liam. I've got a feeling you're going to make the most of it.

They enter the facility, greeted by sleek racing cars lined up in the garage and the sound of engines roaring on the nearby track. Liam's heart races with excitement as he takes in the sights and sounds. An instructor approaches them.

Instructor: You must be Liam. Welcome to Skip Barber Racing School. I'm Jack, but you can call me Mr. Tabor. I'm glad to see you're ready to begin your journey toward becoming a licensed racer.

Liam eagerly shakes the instructor's hand, his happiness nearly overflowing.

Liam: Absolutely, sir. I'm ready to learn everything I can.

Jack nods, already impressed by Liam's enthusiasm.

Jack: That's the attitude we like to see. Let's get started, shall we? Follow me.

Jack leads them to a small office adorned with model race cars scattered across the desk. He settles into a chair and begins to explain.

Jack: Here's the deal. We'll teach you everything you need to know. However, since you're under 18, we'll need a guardian's signature. We already have your parents' consent, but we need your guardian's as well. Barrett, I take it that's you?

Liam nods.

Liam: Yeah, he's been teaching me the basics.

Jack: Great. That means you're already ahead of most students. Mr. Barrett, please sign these papers, and Liam's classes will start next Monday.

Barrett picks up a pen from Jack's desk, carefully reads the documents, and signs them before handing them back.

Barrett: All set. Ready, Liam?

Liam's smile stretches wide, his excitement undeniable. His dream is starting to take shape.

Liam: I can't wait.

Jack: Perfect. I'll process these papers. See you in class next Monday, Liam. I've got a good feeling about you—and I don't get those often.

*****

Training Days

Over the next few weeks, Liam dives headfirst into the world of racing. He attends classroom sessions to learn about racing theory, vehicle dynamics, and safety procedures. On the track, he practices tirelessly under the watchful eyes of experienced instructors. One day, after completing a session in a WRX race car, Liam hops out, exhilarated, and rushes over to Barrett, who's been watching from the sidelines.

Liam: Did you see that, Barrett? I nailed that corner!

Barrett smiles proudly, knowing his hunch about Liam's potential was spot on.

Barrett: You're a natural, Liam. Just keep pushing yourself.

As the days pass, Liam grows more confident. He masters the art of controlling the car with precision, anticipating the track ahead, and pushing himself to the limit. Jack often watches Liam during practice and can't help but be impressed. Liam is smashing track records left and right, leaving Jack wondering how someone so young can be such a prodigy.

Jack: You've got serious talent, Liam. With a bit more practice, you'll be ready for your racing license in no time.

Liam grins, his excitement evident.

Liam: Merci(thanks), sir. I'll keep working hard.

*****

The Big Day

The day of Liam's racing license exam arrives. He sits behind the wheel of a sleek Hyundai I30 N race car, his hands steady on the wheel, heart pounding in anticipation. Jack places a reassuring hand on Liam's shoulder, sensing his nerves.

Jack: You've got this, Liam. Just remember everything you've learned.

Taking a deep breath, Liam pulls onto the track. His focus is razor-sharp as he navigates each turn with precision, pushing the car to its limits. The rush of adrenaline fuels him as he maneuvers expertly through the course.

Liam: You can do this, Liam. Stay focused.

As he crosses the finish line, relief and pride wash over him. He knows he's given it his all. Jack approaches with a wide smile.

Jack: Congratulations, Liam. You passed with flying colors.

Liam's face lights up with pride.

Liam: Thank you, sir. I couldn't have done it without Barrett and everyone here at Skip Barber Racing School.

Jack: You're already a damn good racer, Liam. I've no doubt you'll make it to the big leagues. Just promise me one thing—invite me to your first contract signing, will ya?

Liam nods enthusiastically as Jack walks away. Holding his racing license, Liam feels a deep sense of accomplishment. This is just the beginning, and he's ready for the challenges ahead. Barrett joins him and gives him a playful slap on the back.

Barrett: I knew you had it in you, kid. Now let's go celebrate!

As they leave Skip Barber Racing School, Liam's heart is full of determination and excitement. With newfound skills and unwavering support from his friends and mentors, he's ready to chase his dreams with everything he's got.