Six Five Smasher

Author: .59

It's 12:30 am in the Daikoku parking lot and people are just now starting to pull up. After defeating the SSR posh-boys of Cerbera and co., Feroci has gained popularity and some of its members are notorious on the Wangan. Our old leader diesel got busted racing by an undercover GT-R, and was slapped with a hefty fine. To say the least, he doesn’t race much anymore, and our new appointed leader, Uzer’s, doesn’t have a car too fit for Wangan duty. So on any normal night there is competition for the position of no. 1 driver on the team.

This night is no different.

And with the return of Maceo, we have yet another vying for the position of #1. GT-1 and masochist face off first, with masochist boasting about his new turbo kit making him nigh-unbeatable on the long winding curves of the upper Wangan. GT-1 then revs the potent, blueprinted, chipped, custom-exhaust-sporting boxer-6 of his GT3. that humbling sound reminds masochist of how much he still needs to upgrade to rival a Porsche on the curves AND the straights.

Chunky and James are still arguing about who has the best RX-7, both in replicas of the Apex'i D1 seven with differing settings. The two stop arguing. Must mean a challenge was made. Oh crap… not again… doors slam shut, and two rotary howls stir the night. This happens 2 or 3 times a night, so it's no big deal… if you miss it this time, come back in an hour. They're guaranteed to be at it again.

Alvin's asleep in the cobra again. If only he'd wake up… maybe there'd be something fun to watch on the freeway… meh, maybe tomorrow.

Just then the silence is broken again. Everyone looks over to see who it is.

Just Chunky and James again… they're back. And Chunky is in front with a huge smile… I guess he won this time out… we’re never going to hear the end of this. The night goes on as normal, and the usual crowd appears in the area where we park, waiting for someone to challenge us.
Again at 1:19 am the silence is replaced by the howl of exhausts. The sound of a combined 22 cylinders and 4 turbos overwhelm the parking lot as ZAP, Dal, and Viperman appear to take their places on the lot. An instant later, Stefaan shows up with his 240, and just like clockwork, Dal challenges him to a race.

4 cylinders versus 6. If Stef's car wasn’t so light we'd all know the outcome. But that maneuverability allows his car to come out of nowhere in most situations. Lights come on, and they drive off toward the Wangan on-ramp. All that's heard after that is 2 engine notes climbing up the rev range until they’re no longer audible. Something's different though… I think Stef changed out a gear or two. The SR faded faster than normal.

15 minutes later, Stef returns victorious and Dal comes back a few minutes behind. Oh yea, did I mention he has Dup in the car again? I bet he blames him for the loss… you know, having to stop for snacks and all on the way back, and added weight during the race. I'm betting Dal's loss is thanks to the new ratios Stef threw into the transmission.

Everyone's gone into the garage to hang out for a bit, and 2am rolls around. The throaty roar of a large forced-induction V6 pulls everyone to the window to see who it is. Loud music accompanies this V6 as it gets closer… so it can’t be anyone but Maceo. Should’ve known, I just hope he doesn’t fall out of the car again. That looks painful.

Seems he's pulled the dismount today. Good work.

Just as everyone's finishing ogling the wide grey NSX and getting info about it, .59 comes out of the shop with a heavy box of parts including a 3.8 liter stroker kit, 310 degree custom-ground camshafts, a couple meters of pipe, and 2 turbos. "You’re gonna need these." he says. Maceo laughs. "I don’t need that junk… I have the fastest car around here, fool. I got it up to 329 on the way here." everyone falls silent for a bit and Dal lets out a quiet "damn". Maceo seems to be the fastest car here tonight. Not hard to take… I mean… it IS light and aerodynamic. Uzer’s thinks to himself "where are those Feroci America guys when you need them?!" if they were around, any one of their exotics would give Maceo a run for his money. Maceo laughs and Dal will have no more. He boots dup out of the supra and challenges Maceo to a battle. Maceo runs over to the car, anxious to tear into someone on the freeway. Two engines once again come to life and Dal hears the engine note of the NSX while near it. This makes him realize his mistake. But it's too late. The two cars head off toward the on-ramp and as expected the NSX fades from hearing a long time before the supra does.

11 minutes later, Maceo returns, victorious. Dal's lost again, and he can’t even blame Dup this time… sucks to be him today.

Maceo's having a little too much fun tonight. He's smoking people left and right thanks to the fact that everyone thinks he's new to the area. 2 Diablos, 5 Porsches, 9 Skylines, 4 RX-7s, 2 chasers, 8 S-chassis cars, 6 Supras, a Vette, an F355 turbo, an esprit and some tycoon on holiday even brought out a Mclaren F1 just to lose a race.

These locals are just losing and losing. Noone knows what's going on. Maybe he IS the fastest guy on the Wangan. Alvin's lazy ass is asleep, so he has absolutely no contest. Maceo’s cruising the parking lot hanging halfway out the window with the music blasting now. Someone's a little too cocky…

The clock rolls on. It's now nearing 3am, and the less than hardcore have gone home for the night. Maceo’s cruising the lot signing autographs and taking pics. Alvin woke up… oh… just taking a pee… lame. Even the police are taking pics with Maceo. Damn… by the end of the night, he's going to have his own space in the lot.

The graffiti-colored garage door that was once white rises, and the crowd looks into the pitch black interior of the void that was once hidden from view. Almost everyone knows whose garage stall this is. And every time it opens something different comes out. The spectators are still quite fixated on Maceo and his all-conquering NSX at the moment, but a few wander over to the darkness. The sound of a starter whirring and an engine turning over stirs the night and drowns out every other noise present. A pair of red lights cut through the darkness like the jeweled eyes of a japanese demon mask, then two loudly screaming turbos sound off as if a jet fighter was flying overhead. A pink form backs from the garage and the first thing that comes into sight is a bright white Nagoya plate. [59-99] Uzer’s steps out. "Oh sh*t… he's been to Nagoya again… this won’t end well." all the noise has drawn even Maceo to the garage to see what all the noise is. It’s disrupting his intake of phone numbers.

Maceo then remembers the earlier mentioned numbers "999". "I wonder what that meant… maybe he was telling me about his new license plate number… what the hell does that matter?!" Maceo's a little unstable for an instant while thinking of the significance of these digits. He then remembers he beat the ass off a Mclaren earlier. He’s invincible. He HAS to be… he beat a Mclaren. Who else has done that?! Noone! That’s who! Maceo's confidence is once again restored and he walks over to where .59 has the car idling quietly and initiates a race.

Thoughts bounce through Maceo's mind "I’m the fastest… I bet that's just a bunch of body tuning… all show no go… sh*t… I’m hungry… It’s just a Silvia… daaaaaaaaamn… look at the tits on THAT!!… I should win. I have to win. I AM GOING TO win."

Maceo walks over to his car (after getting those tits' err… that girl's phone number) and starts his car. He stands on the accelerator in neutral, revving the car to 11000 and bouncing off the fuel cut. This causes the car to spew bright orange flame and kiiiinda burns the bumper on the gold chaser he's parked in front of… But that's not important right now… it's sorta like an… uh… autograph. yeah…

Maceo kicks the car into first and the car rips forward leaving 2 thick black marks on the ground and he drives over to the exit of the lot. .59 sends his car into motion by putting it into first aswell. And stalls it. After re-firing the car, he drives over to where Maceo's waiting. Maceo has a HUGE confidence boost from that little stumble. A convoy of cars follows to see this race. it isn’t often that .59 races, so seeing it is somewhat of a rarity not to be missed

a sea of colorful cars, and loud engines crawls up the on-ramp while Alvin continues napping in the Cobra…

As soon as the cars hit actual freeway they roll up to 100km/h. the other cars stick back a bit and the race is on. The fool in the Mclaren rockets forward leaving all, but the Diablos in its dust. The RX-7s equipped with 13Bs fall back aswell. Maceo nods and then stomps the pedal. .59 follows suit and an unknown yellow 20B RX-7 follows them closely and then shoots past to catch the McLaren and Diablos. a few seconds and a couple gears later the McLaren and Lambos come into view, and so does the RX-7... although it's on the side of the road smoking. The speeds are over 310km/h now and still climbing Maceo presses the pedal harder and lunges forward into the night and overtakes a Diablo, then the other and he's now alongside the Mclaren. He throws a wink and waves. Then he's off. The McLaren driver presses harder, but to no avail. Maceo's just too fast. Speeds are now nearing 360km/h. and Maceo feels invincible. Just then there's a pop of white flame and an explosion that rivals Hiroshima itself. In the exact same instant, a pink flash shoots by followed by 2 streams of red light that fade into the distance. Maceo suddenly realizes just what that 999 meant.

999ps.

Maceo looks down at his digital readout and sees he's maxed out. 378km/h.

He was maxed before the Silvia went past... so how fast was IT going?!

Everyone returns to the lot around 3:40 and Alvin's finally awake and ready to race. But now it's time to retire to our homes and have a rest after such a night… so Alvin…

you guessed it...

goes back to sleep.

.59 pulls the car back into the garage and closes the door.

Maceo pulls the car into the stall next to it and begins work on the parts brought out earlier…

"sh*t. he was right. I DO need this stuff…"