Author: OZ
3:40pm,Tokyo.
The movement around the parking lot is a bit slow today, it have been raining during all morning, and only now, the sun was able to show his graceness, leaving the Wangan roads a dangerous place to drive on.
In days like these, the Feroci crew prefers to stay home, taking care of their lives, and since there’s no expectation of someone showing up so soon at the Garage .59 parking lot, .59 decides to create some recreation by setting up a SNES gaming marathon with Dal, which was already there doing nothing as usual. He picks up some racing games, snacks and a 6’ Heineken pack from the fridge and ask Dal to call OZ at the garage #3 stall while he get everything ready at the TV room.
Supposedly, OZ should be working on his Wangan car project. It have been weeks since he started it, working day and night to get it ready, he was nearly living at the place to be honest, only going home to get a shower or eat something. DAL knew that it would be a pain to convince him to leave the work a bit and come out and play, OZ used to be pure stubborn while working on something, not giving up until he finish it. He knocked the door, but as expect, no answer, so, he knocked again 2 times more and called him out, but no answer again, not even a curse word. Something was wrong, usually OZ would curse and respond at the 3rd time, but no answer was coming. He opened the door and looked around, but no one was there. It was almost 4 in the afternoon and no sing of him, a pretty odd fact for someone who from the last weeks spent all afternoons self-trapped there. Also, his carrier truck wasn’t there also. “He probably went out to pick some car parts” DAL though, closing the door behind him.
Night came by. The roads are a bit more dry due the afternoon sun, but still dangerous for some fast driving. Some people start to park their cars onto the parking lot, while inside, the owners of the place, the Feroci members, enjoy their selves playing the usual GT3 championship, always set up on slow nights, especially when the people outside doesn’t represent competition and appears to be more interested in chatting about cars and girls than racing. Actually, the competition inside the store is so fierce that is drawing all the attention today, making it last hours long, with nobody giving in. They are so concentrated that they barely notice OZ parking his carrier truck outside.
OZ shuts the engine off and go to the back of the truck, he starts to lower a covered car, which appear to be a totally striped Nissan Cube after he removes the covering cape. Whispers and laughs are heard in the parking lot, but he just ignores they, pushing the vehicle on his way to the garage #3 stall. “Something is going on outside”, says .59 after hearing the garage door engine working. “It’s probably OZ, only he has the garage door control and I can see his truck from here. He probably came to finish his car, don’t bother calling him here, he’ll probably prefer to stay working on his car”. Dal replies, turning back then to the games again. “Yeah, I know, but I wonder why he brought another striped car in…” says .59 after seeing OZ push the Nissan inside the garage.
But before they could make their selves comfortable at the TV room again, they hear the bursting sound of an engine starting, followed by a long and loud rev. the sound was dirty and deep, a typical sound made by a heavy tuned engine. The sound was so noticeable that even the people who weren’t inside the parking lot could hear it. All the eyes turned to the garage#3 stall, where the sound was coming from. A pair of bright xenon lights was lit, and a dark red Ute started to appear from the darkness inside.
Everybody was stumbled, what car was that, it looked like it was a lousy Mitsubishi Mirage 1990, but it was so customized that everyone would have second thoughts about challenging it for a race. He rolled the parking lot lane passing before all parked cars and stopped beyond the exit, revving constantly, like calling they for a race. Hazard lights on, that was the signal, now it was real, he wanted a race. Who was going to take on him?…
The movement around the parking lot is a bit slow today, it have been raining during all morning, and only now, the sun was able to show his graceness, leaving the Wangan roads a dangerous place to drive on.
In days like these, the Feroci crew prefers to stay home, taking care of their lives, and since there’s no expectation of someone showing up so soon at the Garage .59 parking lot, .59 decides to create some recreation by setting up a SNES gaming marathon with Dal, which was already there doing nothing as usual. He picks up some racing games, snacks and a 6’ Heineken pack from the fridge and ask Dal to call OZ at the garage #3 stall while he get everything ready at the TV room.
Supposedly, OZ should be working on his Wangan car project. It have been weeks since he started it, working day and night to get it ready, he was nearly living at the place to be honest, only going home to get a shower or eat something. DAL knew that it would be a pain to convince him to leave the work a bit and come out and play, OZ used to be pure stubborn while working on something, not giving up until he finish it. He knocked the door, but as expect, no answer, so, he knocked again 2 times more and called him out, but no answer again, not even a curse word. Something was wrong, usually OZ would curse and respond at the 3rd time, but no answer was coming. He opened the door and looked around, but no one was there. It was almost 4 in the afternoon and no sing of him, a pretty odd fact for someone who from the last weeks spent all afternoons self-trapped there. Also, his carrier truck wasn’t there also. “He probably went out to pick some car parts” DAL though, closing the door behind him.
Night came by. The roads are a bit more dry due the afternoon sun, but still dangerous for some fast driving. Some people start to park their cars onto the parking lot, while inside, the owners of the place, the Feroci members, enjoy their selves playing the usual GT3 championship, always set up on slow nights, especially when the people outside doesn’t represent competition and appears to be more interested in chatting about cars and girls than racing. Actually, the competition inside the store is so fierce that is drawing all the attention today, making it last hours long, with nobody giving in. They are so concentrated that they barely notice OZ parking his carrier truck outside.
OZ shuts the engine off and go to the back of the truck, he starts to lower a covered car, which appear to be a totally striped Nissan Cube after he removes the covering cape. Whispers and laughs are heard in the parking lot, but he just ignores they, pushing the vehicle on his way to the garage #3 stall. “Something is going on outside”, says .59 after hearing the garage door engine working. “It’s probably OZ, only he has the garage door control and I can see his truck from here. He probably came to finish his car, don’t bother calling him here, he’ll probably prefer to stay working on his car”. Dal replies, turning back then to the games again. “Yeah, I know, but I wonder why he brought another striped car in…” says .59 after seeing OZ push the Nissan inside the garage.
But before they could make their selves comfortable at the TV room again, they hear the bursting sound of an engine starting, followed by a long and loud rev. the sound was dirty and deep, a typical sound made by a heavy tuned engine. The sound was so noticeable that even the people who weren’t inside the parking lot could hear it. All the eyes turned to the garage#3 stall, where the sound was coming from. A pair of bright xenon lights was lit, and a dark red Ute started to appear from the darkness inside.
Everybody was stumbled, what car was that, it looked like it was a lousy Mitsubishi Mirage 1990, but it was so customized that everyone would have second thoughts about challenging it for a race. He rolled the parking lot lane passing before all parked cars and stopped beyond the exit, revving constantly, like calling they for a race. Hazard lights on, that was the signal, now it was real, he wanted a race. Who was going to take on him?…
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