Casey Black

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Street racing. It's illegal and dangerous but a total adrenaline rush, totally worth the risks of dying or getting caught. Also the fucking money that you can get if your good and have the right cars. It's amazing and the easiest money you could ever make. Now myself being an American muscle fan I own a 70s dodge challenger R/T ,426 hemi. She's silver with black racing strips down the hood defiantly winning as my favorite car I own. My second would have to be my lowered Silverado with a few motor modifications.
Now growing up with three brothers and a dad that's raced cars all his life is what got me into all this stuff. Two of my three brothers are twins Eric and Aaron, Eric is a little older both of them 23. Then there's Tyler he's younger than me, Me being 20, and still at home with the pops, he's still 17. The only thing is they all tower over me getting my dad's height all of them 6'0 and taller. Me, I'm a small but mighty 5'3. I have long brown wavy hair that stops just above my butt, and dark blue eyes to match. I've never been the one to let anyone step all over me and I'm out going so in high school I had plenty friends but I never stuck with one clique. I started driving when I was about 15 and learned to drive a stick shift when I was 16, dad thought it was necessary for every kid to learn a stick. Bet he regrets it now. I started getting into the races when I was about 17 when a friend of mine Brad took me to one, he was racing his Subaru impreza me in the passenger with the biggest smile on my face. He smoked the guy and got a lump of cash, right then I decided I had to race. I got my first car at 17 a few months after I went to the races. She was a 1970s ford mustang, beautiful ruby red color. A day after I got her I immediately went with Brad to a race and raced some cocky kid with a 1979 camaro a nice car just a shitty driver. I beat him and took home about 2 grand. See when my dad found out about me racing he absolutely flipped his shit, taking my car and selling it. Being the little bitch I am went to the person he sold it to explained everything and gave him a 2 grand first payment on my car promising to pay him back after my next race. My dad's face when I pulled back in the drive in my ruby red mustang was priceless and something I will always remember.

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(This is just kind of an information chapter thingy lol)

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