Chasing Her Beauty

Chapter One

One of the most important lessons in the world is revolved around "too much of anything is bad." However, as we grow older, we seem to forget this. Our appetite and avidity for power grows. Our minds began to seek things we can't have or things too great for man. We forget about others, become and become selfish. Not everyone falls down this path, but in a small city in Southern New York almost everyone seems blinded by money.
It was a hot day in New York, a big surprise since Spring was on its way. It was a hard working city, you'd see construction workers on one block and a class walking in a line on a field trip on another. The West Side of the city had something others didn't at the time, respect. At least, it was a decent amount of respect. However, it was a city full of dreamers. They certainly weren't a Los Angeles but they were full of ambition. The East side, was less open-minded. It was the smaller half of the city, everyone knew each other. If one person were to be different from the rest, the people would scold them. If someone were to have a lot to offer or be rich, the people in the East side would love them and pay their respects.
For the time, not many people believed in miracles. People would dream of riches or other magical like things, but it wasn't enough to satisfy them. That was what both sides of the city had in common...greed. It was a destroyer of human nature and always has been. No one realized or thought that money isn't everything. People would rather count their dollars and read serial numbers than read a book. People would rather be rich than kind. However, there is one thing money can't ever buy...that, is love.
Love, is one of the most strong and powerful forces. It is a motive for ambition and strength. Not everyone can have what they want, but the people who do good can certainly get what they need. That's how our story seems to began, with a bond between two people, trying to change the world.

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It was a busy day in Breesport. Cold breezes came through the air every once in awhile but for the most part it was a warm day for the citizens. The city all together was big, however split in a fourth with East and West, the East side was much smaller. There were cars honking and beeping at each other. Policemen on duty and firemen ready for kittens stuck in trees. The buildings there were tall, some of the biggest in the world. Even at night the city was amazing. People were mesmerized by how beautiful the lights would twinkle at night from all the windows from the buildings. It really seemed like a city of stars, looking up in the night sky watching stars twinkle, it had the same effect.
The city was known for its hardworking citizens. Everyone was on their daily routines and had their own little schedules. Students going to their classes to learn, Businessmen and women off to work, and Harrison Trembly working in his auto shop.
Harrison was a boy of ambition there was no doubt about that. He was a young, twenty-year-old full of life and adventure. His parents wanted him to work hard and go to a strict school his whole life. He disagreed with their decisions. He had an aspiration for cars. It was one of the only things in life that he could do an escape in his own mind. He loved tinkering, he was an intelligent man who loved fixing things. When he was a boy, bikes were the most valuable thing to him. He would upgrade and tinker until his hands hurt. His parents found it odd that he'd rather make little money fiddling with automobiles than to become a successful and rich doctor or lawyer.
Harrison wasn't only strange to his parents, a lot of the city knew about him. They found it strange that a boy with such intelligent talents would want to waste his time either racing or fixing cars. However, if it weren't for Harrison there wouldn't be very good car repairs, so people just went with it. Even though his life in Breesport is full of dreaming, his parents didn't want to go through with his manufacturing ideas. It was a cruel thing to do to a boy, trying to change his dreams but his parents didn't care, at times they were ruthless. Harrison didn't want to buy into those things. He moved away from his old upstate New York home and went to Southern New York, Breesport to live with his Uncle, Scott.
His Uncle was the one who owned the car shop, however he was getting too old for that type of thing so Harrison was getting ready to take it over from him. They lived together in a two bedroom apartment only two miles away from their shop. It wasn't a bad life.
"Did you say you wanted the right side of the bumper yellow?" Harrison asked with his hands full with brushes, lightly dipped in a fresh yellow paint.
A older man rolled forward to look at Harrison. He was laying down on a skateboard so he could work on the bottom sections of a car. He had a small, graying goatee and dark brown eyes. His hairline was receding and his circular glasses dirty from cleaning. He was a good man, and a good role model for Harrison.
"Yes," he replied looking up from the skateboard. Before rolling back under he added, "make sure to leave room for a black layer on the side of the bumper."
"Sounds good chief," Harrison grinned at the thought of painting more.
It really wasn't work to Harrison. It was a hobby and something he loved doing. The black stains on his hands and the continuous sweat stains never bothered him. It felt like routine to him, like it was something he had to do.
It was only he and his uncle who worked there. It was a small but hardworking little auto shop. It was the best in town and everyone went there with cars needing fixing or paint jobs. Harrison's reputation of being strange didn't help his uncle, it only made it worse. However, his uncle didn't mind.
Harrison took a deep breath and thought to himself. He remembered the new shipments of parents coming in that he needed to collect later that afternoon. He sat his paint brush down on the paint can and crouched down to see his uncle as best as he could.
"Uncle Scott? I need to get in the car to pick up the flywheel and pistons and such from the warehouse."
"I thought...you were...going to do that later as in yesterday?" he asked pausing concentrating. He was assuming Harrison was busy later.
"I just want to get it over with now."
His uncle didn't respond, obviously too concentrated on a valve to allow the car they were working on the breathe more freely. After a few moments his uncle spoke up.
"You can go if you answer one quick question," his uncle started, "Why are pistons good for a car?"
His uncle would do this a lot, quiz him a quick question to test his knowledge. It wasn't to annoy Harrison, nor make Harrison look foolish. The reason he did it was to prepare Harrison. One day he was going to take over the auto shop so the best thing he could do was practice.
Harrison rolled his eyes with a quick chuckle. He got up from his squat and started to back away. "Pistons optimize compression for power and torque. Making things much easier."
"What two kinds are there?"
"Race and sport compression," Harrison answered lightning quick.
"I'm impressed boy. Keys are on the counter by the sink. Hurry back so we can finish this and call it a night."
"Sounds good uncle, see you soon."
After saying goodbye to his uncle he left with the car keys in his hand and his leather sports jacket in the other. Not only did he have a big respect for cars so he had no problem getting supplies, but he also loved being in a car. Any time he could get an excuse to drive was like heaven to him.
He backed out of the auto shop driveway and speed up the car. He turned a dial in the car to turn on some driving music. To Harrison, there was nothing better than listening to a good song and drive a car on an almost empty road. That or looking at the inside of the hood of a car, now that was something to him.
Harrison and his uncle were very close. His uncle wasn't heartless like his parents and believed in Harrison. His uncle had a reason to always respect Harrison. Harrison was a hardworking young man who was full of life and prosperity. However, there was one thing that his uncle would never agree with him. That...was street racing.
When Harrison moved in with his uncle after getting forcibly scolded by his parents, he wanted to make a name for himself in the town. Since Harrison loved cars so much and he had the shop to build, he found a dusty old car at a junk shop. The car was rusting and missing parts. Despite its outside and rustiness, it was a special car to find. It must've been forgotten about by its previous owner because it was quite the prize to find. The car was a red DBR1, a 1958 Aston Martin. To any "normal" person the car sounds worthless. However, the car was very rare a valuable. Harrison then took that car back to his uncle's shop late at night to surprise him the next morning. He made the car into an old fashioned-yet modern sports car. The car was old fashioned with no top to it. It wasn't like your average convertible since it was old fashioned. Harrison need to make the car usable so he optimized the brakes, gave it different air filters, change the ignition and fuel system, cranked the valves, and cleaned up the exhaust.
He added more and more materials. At first Harrison was afraid that his uncle would be mad about using so many supplies on his own car. Instead his uncle was proud, the next morning his uncle walked into the shop and saw the car. Harrison never saw his uncle so proud and anxious in his life. It was one of those moments in life you had to hold on to.
Harrison offered the car to his uncle but he refused telling Harrison that, "it's his car that he found and worked on, he should keep it." Harrison accepted his uncle's idea and kept the car. He impressed his friends and got cocky. He started to street trace behind his uncle's back, thinking it was okay. Harrison did the wrong thing and got into a bad accident. His uncle was very disappointed in Harrison and ever since, prohibited him from racing. Harrison never again raced. He obeyed his uncle.