Traxxas fanfic

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Bob woke up one day and went to his workbench. He pulled out his old LS-II, and started cleaning the dirty graphite chassis. He still remembered the 1994 ROAR championships that he won. He glanced up at the shelves and cases, looking at his shiny gold cup that read: 1994 ROAR NATIONALS - 1ST  It was amongst the podium cards and plaques, and the wave of memories came back. He didn't know why he was cleaning the old LS-II, and he subconsciously was doing his racing prep checklist. He dreamed about going back to the old track last night, and is planning on now.

Bob packed his racing things into the 2005 Ford Fiesta. At the track that held the ROAR's, they have redone the layout several times. The manager was still there, and Bob was greeted with a smile. "Still got that ol' Traxxas racer?" Bob responded while holding up the truck, "Yup. I haven't driven this since the Duel Under Diablo. Heck, these are still the same Losi T-2000 tires, Wi-" Bob was cutoff by the manager, "Edge M3 tires in the front!" The manager, Mike, remembered selling them to Bob. They both laughed, and Bob got free practice. The tires were dried out, the suspension was too soft. Bob pulled into the pits and was about to pull out the wrench to change the tires (he had a full set of wheels in the unpacked pitbag) when he was magically transported to the old days of the DudeMann Motors Dirt Oval Trophy Dash. He watched the movies, so no seeing youself, no bug stomping, and no Hi-Profile. He then warped back to the present day. The tires were changed, the suspension was stiffened. What was going on? TO BE CONTINUED.......

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⏰ Last updated: Dec 19, 2013 ⏰

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