"Damn it! There goes the money I wanted to save up to mod my car" I
said to myself as I was the last one to reach down to the bottom of
the mountain. Jake got out of the car an said "looks like I get to
choose what we drink tonight! And with you keeping the tab, I don't
have to worry about a thing." As he said, I sighed for the fact that I
was going to lose my modification money for a small race, and that
Jake drinks a lot.
As we reached the bar near the shopping mall, I pulled out my wallet
and looked at the crisp, green bills that were about to be wasted on
alcohol and some other stuff. When I opened the door, Jake signaled me
and Juan to a nearby seat where we can get a clear view of the tv
brodcasting the heats versus the lakers. The waitress came up asking
us what we wanted, Jake said immediately one of every kind of beer he
saw in the bar, "there goes all my money" I thought.
When Jake's load of beer came, he asked me "so, what have you been
doing all this time?" I answered "well, I actually had to work my ass
off unlike you, who has shitloads of money in your bank account
waiting to be used." Jake replied "well, good to see you too." and
Juan then turned to me and asked "how did you manage to find that
piece of junk you call a car?" I shrugged my shoulders and took a sip
of my beer. At the table across from us, some guys were talking about
some new team dominating on the citys curves and hairpin, I leaned in
a heard about the place which we used to race, Jake said "well, let's
go check out what cars they have."
Before we left for the track, I said "let me go pick up something
first." surprising Jake was alright with that, so we drove to the
storage center and as I approached the front door, I heard a friendly
voice inside, it was my friend Ruben. He asked me "hey Anthony, I m
pretty sure you're here to pick up THAT, are you?" I then nodded and
followed Ruben to the back of the storage center. There lies a large
container in the middle with tools all over the room, Ruben approached
the lock on the container and unlocked the lock on the container,
there, I opened the door to the container and saw the glory of the
years I called myself a "racer". Ruben asked me "you gonna start up
again?" I answered "hell yea, I can't let all of these rookies take
all of the glory when they haven't experienced what a true race is.
Ruben asked "what are you going to do now?" I walked to my black
lancer evo IX and opened the door sat in the bucket seat and started
up the engine, the sound of the I4 DOHC was music to my ears, I then
told Ruben "put my carolla back in the storage, will ya?" And then
drove off to the course.
