A street racer and a cafe

Ch.45 Night 2

*Royal vs Devil Z*

We all met up at the same gas station as last time, I noticed some new cars tonight, a red fairlady Z with a black hood and a massive turbo. That things gonna have a lot of torque and its got me beat for weight. But I had more power and wider tires, time to find out.

We headed to the usual spot on the highway and lined up, and waited for the light.

3.......

2.......

1.......

Go!

That little fairlady Z beat beat me off the line, but I was gaining, slowly bit surly. Shift to second and I flew past, third, I looked in my rear view and saw tiny head dots for head lights.

"Heh, well then."

*Ox vs Tombstone*

I saw this blacked out 1979 Camaro Z28, and it was no surprise it had nitrous especially when you could see the shiny blue bottle where the passenger seat should be. I had a feeling I would lose, but I could still try right?

We lined up, I looked over and saw the driver turning the knob on the Nos bottle. I swallowed hard and looked ahead waiting for the light.

3.......

2.......

1......

Go!

The Camaro launched off the line wheels up, I was able to gain the lead, and I held it for a while before I saw the head lights get closer and closer. I saw the line a little further and I'd be there.

I looked to the right and could only see the light from the head lights followed by the front fender, but it was too late, I won, I beat him by an inch.

"That's right, fuck with a new drag racer."

(Jesus when Ox drag races he gets so hostile lol.)

*Final race: Coconut vs Hornet*

Everyone was gathered around this Yellow 2005 Lamborghini Murcialago, I listened in on the conversation they were having.

"So what all do you have done to it?"

"Twin cold air intake with a twin turbo kit and a set of street slicks on the fronts and backs."

"How much boost you running?"

"30 pounds."

"Alright, well good luck tonight man."

"Thanks."

I smirked under my helmet, a V10 with 30 psi twin turbos. How about a V12 swapped 2010 Gallardo with drag slicks, racing piston heads, with twin turbos dialed up to 40psi. Talk about a raging bull.

(Sweet Jesus)

We lined up and waited for the light.

3.......

2.......

1.......

Go!

Nothing like the sound of a roaring V12 to ease your mind as you fly down the track or highway in this case at speeds of almost 200 MPH. I smirked again, so this is how Cinnamon feels driving one of these, I may get one myself, oh the race, right. I looked back to see the yellow Lamborghini close, but not close enough, I clicked the shifter behind the steering wheel (most exotic cars have paddle shifters that are behind the steering wheel) followed by the loud spool of the turbos and found "Hornet" as they called him getting further and further back. I won, I felt proud again, like I just started racing again.

*Royal's point of view*

I called everyone. "Hey, that's a wrap for tonight everyone, were heading back." I said.

We arrived at the warehouse and stored the cars inside and headed into the tour bus. I closed the door behind me and tore my helmet off. "Jesus Christ finally, its hot as hell in that damn thing, anyway, you all did well tonight, two more nights to go."

Coconut walked past me with a smirk as everyone else went to their bunks.

"What are you so happy about?" I asked.

"When I won it felt like I just started all over again, I was over joyed." She said happily.

"Well good, I love seeing you race." I smiled.

*end night 2*