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The Resurgence of Racing Blood... / Part Five

2007-03-04T06:14:00.001+09:00

by .59

Tokyo – 1:53 AM

Everyone waits in silence for quite a while.. once the silence becomes too much, radio messages start being relayed.

No response.

This was a bad situation... a very bad situation... after hearing no activity over the radio for a while, things get sorta worrisome.

Stef calls up pav and they go speeding off down the course in the aristo to find out what's happening. because even in the most serious of races, OZ responds to the radio atleast after a while. this time there was no response. at all.

The crowd knew there was something wrong aswell, because «Tokyo's Fastest» was scrambling about anxiously aswell. the second in command had to get hold of taka, who owns a S75-AMG to transport the leader back.. or to the hospital, because even though we're bitter rivals, stef had the courtesy to alert them that there had been a collision.

796ps and 1380kg of black aristo is flying up the wangan as if it were in a race, spitting huge orange flames on every upshift as pav pushes the car to the redline on every change going up the nearly empty bayside line.

«Tokyo's Fastest»'s taka and hiroki also seem pretty worried as the powered-up S-Class is moving in a similar fashion toward the crash scene.

Back in the garage, Dal gets wind of police activity and tells pav to watch his speed... which is about 322km/h at the moment, and he's nearing the crash scene. so being precautionary, he remotely flips down the blackout license plate cover and presses on.

As they near the fukagawa line, stef begins to hear sirens, and seconds later they pass those sirens that just happen to be on the way to the exact same inncident, as pav still hasnt slowed down yet.

The S75 is not too far behind when the silver flash of their car also catches the police offguard.

As they near the wreck, there's increased traffic since the entire freeway is blocked.. so naturally things are slowed down to a crawl, and the S-Class catches up with the aristo.

The two cars ride the shoulder until they reach the crash. and the entire time, they see flashes going off and people staring over at the incredibly done-up VIP cars.. they press on, ignoring the attention. as they get closer, they see an orange glow and know things cant be good. it's just as bad as they thought.. all the cars involved are in flames thanks to the flammable load the truck was carrying.. the F1 is crumpled up like a ball of paper. the only things recognizable on it are a few suspension pieces and the wheels.. the mirage didnt fare much better. the frame's mostly intact.. but the body melted off long ago.. and those magnesium wheels are just magnesium chunks on the ground..

Feroci rushes over to the flaming debris pile first... the mirage is empty.. and there's nothing there.. there is a visible pool of blood a few feet away... but that doesnt make sense.. there's blood but no body? whatever, there are other things to worry about. seeing no signs of OZ, they look for other drivers affected. they first go to the truck.. the innocent bystanders in the collision, and pulls them from the wreckage unconscious. being a lawyer, pav knows the extent to which they can help in this situation. he and stef pulls them from the wreckage and makes sure they're safe until the proper authorities arrive. «Tokyo's Fastest» members on the scene have extinguishers in hand as they battle through flame to get to their leader.. and the ceo of their company. they finally get to the car and kick the roof off the remains of the charred mclaren they pull the leader free... unconscious. he looks to have a broken leg aswell.. "couldve been worse" taka says pointing at the truck's rear bumper which is lodged about 14cm from the driver's seat through the front window. he seems fine for the most part, besides that broken leg ofcourse. they hop back into the S with their battered leader and speed off to the nearest hospital.

Pav and stef have a worse job. they have to wait until the police get there and tell what happened... and there's still the matter of OZ being nowhere in sight.

The police, paramedics, and fire department arrive a few minutes later and thank them for their services... and also want to give them a good round of questioning.. back at the police station.

Not happening.

Stef and pav hop back into the car and speed off toward the C1 line while being chased by 5 police cars. 2 Crowns, a Gloria, an R34, and that bastard undercover cop in that yellow RX-7... only the RX-7 is a threat for catching them. they go blasting around the nearly-empty C1 which is basically deserted thanks to the traffic blockage a few km back. they reach the offramp that takes you to the yokohane line and floor it back down to the wangan to hide the car. the RX-7 ended up overheating, and no description of the car was made in the heat of the chase.

So all was basically well.. besides the injured racers.. the burned wrecks of the cars..

Wait…

In all of this noone has yet found or heard from OZ.. where is he? is he even alive?

Everyone waits in suspense when they finally get a call from a local hospital.. it's OZ. he's just fine.. just a few cuts, a broken thumb, and a sprained wrist.

"How'd you get THERE?!" uzer asked.

"Funny story actually... i was sitting there stuck in my car unconscious, and i woke up... not 30 seconds after the accident. i felt the glass from my windscreen hit my face... that's where my cuts came from.." he said, sounding somewhat annoyed. "sorry!" is heard in the background. "there was some guy on my bonnet kicking at the glass to wake me up, and he pulled me out. i didnt recognise him until he took me to his car... it was the same white car i had seen behind me for most of the race as a matter of fact."

"So who was it?" uzer asks.

"Pink wheels."

"Oh." uzer says.. "well.. get your ass better, because you still have racing to do!" he says jokingly. they both laugh and end the phone call.

But uzer still has something less than a smile on his face after the good news.

Atsushi (the executive) wasnt the fastest driver on the team.. he just had the most expensive car. now that he's below his best, he may decide to hand over the car to the team's fastest driver... fujita ikeda.. "macabre" once that name was heard, things got serious. macabre has actually killed other drivers while racing in his 16 years of street racing. with no remorse.

Winning is the ONLY thing that matters in his book. so feroci may be getting into more than it can handle with this rivalry.

"This is the resurgence of racing blood indeed." uzer thinks before he relays the good... and bad news.

The End

The Resurgence of Racing Blood... / Part Four

2007-03-04T06:11:00.000+09:00

By OZ

Tokyo – 1:43 AM

A cold windy rain windy makes her dance over the wangan kanjou, leaving over the roads a dangerous wet imperceptible surface. The parking lot is crowded, really crowded, lots of people coming from almost all parts of Tokyo came around, but the place remains immersed in a strange silence. Maybe it’s the cold weather, or the cloudy sky, no ones knows. The owners of the house are already there. The Feroci crew has their rides ready for the show, just waiting for their nemesis to arrive. Even aware of the fact that they have a real street weapon at hand, they know that they still are the best out there, and by fate, they must face it, no matter if it will result in a wining or a loss…

After some minutes of waiting and chatting with the people around there, they hear the famous symphony of V12 and V8 exotics coming by, their nemesis are arriving, the «Tokyo Fastest» team and their high priced machines. All their engine sounds can be hear for the distance, making the crowd go crazy about it. Lately, they were the only team who could put up a real fight to the house owner’s, making almost all the other challenging teams look like shrimps. They enter the parking lot driving fast, as the usual show they put out before each race, coming to park their rides facing the Feroci garage doors. One parking spot is not filled, their leader, still didn’t arrive. And the spot is right in front of OZ’s car…

“See… he wants me…” OZ says, looking at .59. “But this time there’s no way I’m gonna miss it”

“Yeah, but what if he brings the enzo out?” .59 replies, hearing the thundering sound of a V12 coming by

“We will be fucked… just plain as that… but still I’ll try it out, we need to know what they did to the car so far…” OZ replies, going to get his car keys to heat up it.

As the sound gets closer, they see the usual orange shaped car coming down the street. Looks like the enzo is not ready, since he brought his F1 along him… They feel a little less worried, since the sound of the engine is a bit different, meaning that once again the car was modificated. The leader parks right in front of OZ’s car as expected, everyone knows that once again he’ll be the one to race tonight’s first race…

Uzers approach OZ and ask him if he still wants to race him, the modifications on his car may not be enough to face the F1 again, but OZ still want to try it. For him, that’s the only way to know if his car is still the fastest one. Uzers agree with his decision and goes to talk with “The Executive”, «Tokyo Fastest» leader about the race plan. They decided for a short lap going through a small part of wangan and shikanjo CWL. It shouldn’t take more than 15mins to do it, which were good, since the cops wouldn’t find out about the race fast enough to get’em into trouble. “The Executive” agrees with the race plans, and looks over to OZ and laughs, he points to his car and make a negative signal, showing his confidence on his ride. But OZ is know for not being a hot head, and reply by just slamming shut his driver door and starting his engine. The famous thundering noise of his twin turbo V6 sounds somewhat different, more heavy and powerful… the new command lines for the he engine CPU seems to do the trick, and he feels more confident of his car. He puts the 1st gear and moves towards the onramp… waiting for his rival… The F1 follows him as well, constantly revving the engine to shows that he’s up to the fight to… Taking away the silence of the crowd, which knows what is at stake now.

As they hit the freeway, the roll up to 100km/h till they hit the Tatsumi JCT rest area. The race is on. The F1 right by start shoot by the off ramp, reaching the wangan section in no seconds. This is where he takes his advantage, the long straight road is like a heaven for such a car, giving OZ trouble to follow him close. He gained an enormous advantage by the time he reached the Ooi JCT Haneda 1 onramp, forcing OZ to turn the over boost on. He manages to get himself closer, hopping to take advantage of the tight windy of the rest of the lap, but as the same time, he realizes that he can’t use the over boost again, since his car got to hot for a second push.

Both cars rip past the onramp like bullets, slaloming through the traffic like madmen’s. The F1 in front, the mirage glued to its tail. “The Executive” tries every trick he knows to take OZ out of his back, but the road doesn’t help him. His overpowered car can’t shake him off and deal with the dangerous wet asphalt at the same time, making it twice as harder for him to succeed. OZ, as also, is having trouble to find a small passage and gain the front, knowing that once he do this… all the way till the end will be his, as the 4wd gives him a hell of advantage on the wet…

But the inexpectable happens… as they reach the Shibaura JCT off ramp, both are nearing 280km/h. The F1 pulls slight forward on the downhill, reaching for the Hamasaki Bridge C1 Inner ramp. “The Executive” pulls a sadistic grim on his face as he looks on the rear view mirror seeing his advantage over OZ, and for just a second he didn’t notice a small truck, changing lanes to enter the C1 Outer ramp. He slams the brakes and twists the steering wheel, trying to avoid a head on collision. But it’s too late… the F1 promptly refuses to brake, aquaplaning on the curve, and hitting both the truck and the sidewall, ending spinning on the middle of the road. OZ sees the accident and tries to avoid it, but the wet asphalt is hungry for more blood. He shifts down once just to see the F1 coming spinning at his way… He pushes the side brake and spin his car, hitting the F1 sideways at nearly 170km/h… the strong collision, put he out of cold. His car spin some time more, coming to hit the sidewall wall and making a high flip, tearing and splitting the rear apart on it’s lands…

On the parking loot everybody waits the conclusion of the race in silence… wanting to knows who’s gonna be the winner…

Continue...

The Resurgence of Racing Blood... / Part Three

2007-03-04T06:09:00.000+09:00

by .59

Tokyo - 4:37 PM

Why was .59 so distraught?

He's normally the idiot that has others running scared about what's under the engine covers on his cars.. but in this case there was no snide remark or idiotic comment...

That silence was because in the photos, he saw a car that was familiar.. known.. and not an everyday tune...

It was a finely tuned race prepared street weapon.

... and he knew this because this was one he prepared HIMSELF.

That's right, «Tokyo's Fastest» now has their hands on the Enzo Longtail LM...

.59 now regrets selling the car in

germany

. he thought it was going to be kept in a garage or museum somewhere... i mean.. what kind of idiot STREET races a 3 million dollar car? with absolutely unreplaceable parts...

"These photos..... i know this car.." he says, pointing at the surveillance photos from the nurburgring... "if i had known they were the ones purchasing it, it wouldve never changed hands..."

But all that was in the past... atleast the car's something we KNOW about...

I just need to build a new car....that enzo's hell on wheels... and nearly nothing is going to take it easily.

He walks back over to his garage stall and starts drawing up plans for a new car... meant to keep up and possibly kill off the Ex-Feroci enzo from «Tokyo's Fastest»...

This situation is TRULY grave... «Tokyo's Fastest» will not be an easy victory now...

They have one of ours.

After considering things and talking things over with OZ, Dal, and Stef for a bit, the mood lightens and .59 went back to work on tuning up a new car to take the place as god of wangan.. to topple the new racing empire built by «Tokyo's Fastest»...

Continue...

The Resurgence of Racing Blood... / Part Two

2007-03-04T06:03:00.002+09:00

by OZ

Tokyo – 4:30 PM – the day after

Upon the arrival of .59 from his vacations, OZ gladly cheers up. Finally he’ll take some rest. Even if the situation is not one of the best for it. Day after day he’s battling the «Tokyo Fastest» team in a no night rest basis, trying to keep’em as the second fastest team over the kanjou line. Alongside him on the battles was Groundride. The only other member with a car capable of its Wangan duties, making their selfs the teams honor protectors while .59 absence. Stefaan and Tchuck were out of commission. Their cars were under tuning development, while ZAP and Wiseboi were out due their personal life living.

Two cars, against a team of tuned exotics… damage were bound to happen.

OZ’s car was looking more like a train wreck under the hood. Constantly pushing the engine to it’s limits to top several Ferraris and Lamborghinis, and having no real time to make the necessary repairs over it. The last races were becoming more dangerous that they were used to be from times to times. Brakes, gear failures, turbos malfunctions, overheating problems… one night even the wing was showing damage due a intentional collision during a race. But he kept going on, doing whatever was possible to race night after night. Groundride was no different, but still his car was in better shape since he could rely a bit more on his germanic Porsche technology to suffer less from races.

Even though .59 came up with a new ride, it’s still the 3 of they against a team of 6 exotics. No easy task at all. At the garage he finds OZ with a laptop connected to his car engine CPU. He was tweaking it a bit more, the last night lost wasn’t expected, which means that they have pumped that F1 a lot more. “Money talks and makes”… both though…

“So, what are you up to?” .59 asks, looking over the command lines on the laptop screen.

“I’m trying to correct some imperfection over the sparkplugs timing, as well editing the valve time to work better with the turbo… their efficiency are not 100% like they used to be…” OZ replies.

“How much pressure they are working now? Says .59 looking at the damaged turbo gasket.

“1.7 bar at normal and 2.5 with over boost… it overheats a lot but the engine is hanging, and since I have only one race at night, it gives time to cool it off.” OZ responds with his mind buried on the laptop.

“Yeah, I know, but still it’s too much power thrust to the chassis, you know that the mirage chassis can’t handle that all the time. Even with all the reinforcement you made, it wasn’t developed to hold all of it all of the time. But no problem, you can take it easy now, I’ll take on that F1 and handle their ass on a silver plate tonight.” Says .59 while opening the engine bay of his newly Diablo for an inspection.

“Sorry, but, no. The F1 is mine!” Says OZ pausing his work

”Are you nuts?” .59 looks astonished. “You got the guts, but you don’t need to prove it to us anymore, besides, you can’t take on him forever… sooner or later you’re gonna screw yourself.”

“It’s a risk, and I accepted it by the time I joined. I’m not backing up from him, and letting you race him tonight will make me look like “I’m not up to fight no more and need you guys to cover me up”, which you know it’s not true. Every night these guys show up, boasting their cars with the last technology available on the market. Trying not only to take our title, but also trying to put us down bad. And every night we do the possible to show’em that technology is nothing without ability. Besides, there’s something more behind this. I could sense it from the beginning, and one of these days I saw something that you might find interesting.”

“Yeah? What?”

“I was driving in the airport district in my cube. I went there to get some suspension parts I ordered from my shop back in

Brazil

, I arrived at the customs office and waited till my order was ready when something caught my attention. I saw the workers unloading a red cargo container with a Ferrari logo on it. I kept myself thinking about which model could be inside and which rich mofo would be he lucky owner of it. They opened the container door and started to pull the car out. For my surprise, it was a marvelous brand new black enzo. I kept cursing the lucky mofo who owned it for having such a car, but my legs weakened when I saw the owner… it was he, the leader of the «Tokyo Fastest». He jumped in the car and moved it to a trailer under the “Ocelot Race Shop” brand, which now I believe is where they tune their cars…”

“A enzo? Crap, not that my Diablo can’t easily take on it, stock enzos are fast, but still beatable…” .59 think aloud.

“Who said stock? Look at this…” OZ grabs file folder inside one of the tools closet and give it to .59. It’s a bunch of surveillance pictures from the “Ocelot Race Shop”, where they can see lots of really highly tuned exotics and a completely striped black enzo. “Uzer’s ordered it, he said it was about time to us to know more about what we’re are facing, and so far, the prospective it’s nowhere good… take a look at these pictures, they were took yesterday…” OZ says as he gives .59 another folder filled with pictures…

.59 remains in silence as he browse the folder… his expression clearly shows that the situation is worst than he thought…

Continue...

Interlude

2007-03-04T06:03:00.001+09:00

by Groundride

Groundride, sensing racing atoe and afoot, gets into the trusty ole' 944 grabs his wallet and then proceeds to look for the car he's nicknamed "the stealth bomber," which is relatively stealth when the engine isn't running. once fired up, it's a bit hard to miss though, so he's thinking of renaming it "the seemingly stealthish superb sounding supercar" and painting the front to look something like a mouth.. maybe later

The Resurgence of Racing Blood... / Part One

2007-03-04T05:58:00.000+09:00

by .59

Things are going as normal whilst the gang reconstructs after a streak of losses from their main rivals from «Tokyo's Fastest» a group of executives with fast, tuned exotics. one by one.. Feroci's members challenged, and one by one, they fell.

Eventually everyone fell into disrepair.. members left... disheartened with their loss of place as the best. a few stuck around to ride it out. those few kept each other going and brought us back to where we now stand.. and knowing what we have to do..

Weeks ago, OZ contacted me on my vacation, and told me the status of the team. and upon hearing it, i brushed it off.. i'm on vacation after all.. i have other concerns. time passed, things got worse and eventually i was contacted by the team leader..

"we NEED to win this race"

I understood that and headed back to my private garage to take on a project that will most definitely extinguish «Tokyo's Fastest» and send them back to their rightful place.. as the SECOND fastest team on the bayside line.

- just then the rumble of a 3.2 liter twinturbocharged V6 stirs the air.. it's normal.. it's just OZ coming back from defending the team's honor against the random exotics of «Tokyo's fastest»... today was mostly successful... it was int he bag until the leader came out with his F1.. but a good fight was put up and they know we still mean business. it wasnt a normal loss anyway.. OZ hasnt had normal rest in ages, thanks to the fact that he's planning colonization of the kanjyo line... so he wasnt at his best today.

As he puts things away for the night, the uncommon roar of twelve cylinders is heard off in the distance.. and it's not the normal 12-cylinder howl... it's different in some way... everyone around here's used to the executives coming down and boasting about their performance capabilities thanks to their greater displacement. so they know 12s when they hear them..

This one was familiar...

Eerily familiar.

2 yellow lamps cut through the night and noone knows what to expect...

Then they see the small white and orange sticker on the nose...

And see just why the exhaust sound was so familiar.

Oh no... it's a damned hamster... THAT psycho's back...

And with that, the demise of «Tokyo's Fastest» is now back under way.

Exotic power now has eccentric power to deal with. again.

Continue...

A Normal Day

2007-03-04T05:55:00.000+09:00

by Groundride

Groundride woke up slowly to the sound of a garbage truck outside at 15 minutes past 8:18, which was an hour and 18 minutes past a day and 30 minutes ago, which was when the meeting he was supposed to be at was. sh*t. He’ll show up in 5 days 22 hours and 42 minutes and pretend that his secretary had said next Sunday instead of THIS Sunday, that’s what he’ll do.

Then, with a stroke of amazing luck, Groundride realized that he was the boss.

“That will certainly simplify things,” he thought aloud, “I'll just tell everyone else that the meeting has been postponed a week and give them all a free dinner.”

Groundride grinned mischievously at the sudden position of great power he found himself in, being the CEO of some random technology company and all. He leaped out of bed, his bare feet making a satisfying “thuf” sound as he landed on the floor. Stepping into a pair of worn out shoes he made his way to the door that led through the wall separating his bedroom from the rest of the warehouse he lived in.

When he entered the main floor of his warehouse he did the same thing he’d done every morning since he’d gotten this place. Passed out. Coming to several minutes later, Groundride gazed doubtfully at the collection of cars his warehouse contained. He looked at his Ferraris: a 308 and an f40. He looked at an incomplete track Mclaren that he’d temporarily halted work on. He grinned at his Datsun 510 and his Nissan 2000gtr. Then he beamed at his absolute favorite section, the Porsches: a 944, a 993, a 996 gt3 rs, and his newest toy, the pinnacle of all things wonderful, the Carrera GT.

If this was a dream, he would probably kill himself promptly after waking up by driving his 1991 Mercury Tracer into a wall.

The Tracer was there too, in a far corner of the warehouse. It was the car he took on dates until he was certain that the girl wasn’t a gold digger, or whatever the appropriate term for money-hungry-bitch was.

Seeing as he had some free time, Groundride decided to take the CGT down to the Feroci garage to see who was going to be around a bit later for some races or something. He was a bit uneasy still about racing the Carrera so he would probably just hang out and maybe go out for a few quick solo runs to get used to the awkward clutch on the thing.

He opened the garage door nearest the car that would more than likely kill him and went on his way. The Carrera GT was black in a horrible attempt to be slightly less flashy so that it might take longer for some gentleman walking down the sidewalk to notice it and give it that “habbada…. I thought those only existed in magazines” look and stumble into a ditsy blonde, also distracted, gawking at the car(for a completely different reason), walking in the opposite direction.
(now present tense!)
Groundride doesn’t like to draw attention to himself, but he likes really fast cars more than he dislikes attention, so he gets the cars and deals with it.

Finally making it to the Feroci garage, Groundride finds Uzer and OZ tinkering under OZ’s Mirage, surely doing some modification that is both legal and safe.

“Where is everybody?” asks Groundride.

“Hmm.. not sure,” seeps out from under the Mirage, “but Diesel left the rarri’ here, so we’re keeping it.”

“Sounds fair. Any chances of some racing going on later?”

“Many chances, some of the folks from Feroci Europe and Feroci America are flying in later so your story can have more to it.”

“Great, wanna go get some lunch?”

“It’s 10 am.”

“…AND?!”

“Dup should be here in a few minutes, then we’ll go. Maybe.”

With coincidental timing rivaling that of an 80s action movie a pink s2000 downshifts to first outside and screams briefly into the garage space next to Groundrides CGT.

“Hello!” Groundride shouts over the still idling Honda.

“Aye”

“I thought you flew in, how’d you get your car here already?” Groundride finished awkwardly loudly as the car had been shut off at “get.”

“I used my massive muscles to toss it here!”

“Good aim.”

“Thanks. Sexy Carrera, wrong color. Where is everybody?”

Rolling out from under OZ’s car Uzer grinned, “Some people just cannot cope with how sexy Feroci is, so they leave while no one is looking. Intimidated I guess.”

****time goes by, people show up, lunch is eaten, evening hits the sky making a slighty discomforting “cla clunk, grrrrurrzzzaaa… pa!” sound. Or maybe that was a ricer in the distance trying to drive a standard. Races draw nearer, nearer, nearer still..****

Dense crowds begin building up near the Feroci garage, as they seem to do when people suspect racing. How they knew to show up is questionable, seeing as no races had been announced or even confirmed at this point. It was confirmed now. Dense crowds are only a disappointment away from being angry mobs, and no one likes an angry mob.

Groundride decides that he’s had about enough not driving for the moment and takes the Carrera out to “check for bad road conditions and/or hiding police” (read “drive really fast”).

Back at the garage the usual happenings are happening. Various renditions of Gran Turismo were being played. GT-1 was showing people the results of his “accidentally” leaving his GT3 at the RUF factory in Pfaffenhausen

Germany

while he was out of town on business. Oops! After hurting his neck leaving the RUF parking lot, he decided that hadn’t been that bad of an idea after all. Too bad Groundride isn’t in his 993 tonight, it is time for a rematch. 92f is here in his 993(feroci site says 933, but I cant find evidence of that existing so I’m assuming its supposed to be 993). Hmm…

With another instance of exceptionally odd timing Groundrides CGT screams past the garages parking lot sounding like an f1 car running late to a race as it nearly hits a few spectators trying to give a warm welcome.

“f*ck!” murmurs a Groundride who’d been caught up in the drive, completely missing his turn.

He slams on the brakes from 200+ miles per hour straight to 30ish in mere seconds, turns to the left, flicks the e-brake for moment while simultaneously shifting to second and placing the accelerator comfortably back on the floor(where it spent most of its time) creating a subtle whirling cloud of smoke around the back tires as the half a million dollar super car flings around 180 degrees and jets back to its garage space for the night. Warily, not wanting to get out, Groundride opens the door and gets out.

“So, how are the roads?” asks Dal as he finishes setting up the fuel curves in his RS200.

“Err… uhh… right, the roads… pretty good. Looks like they’re getting read for some road work, slalomed through some highway cones that were set up. Crews aren’t out yet though, so its not a problem…”

“Police?”

“Didn’t see any.”

“Excellent, 92f and GT-1 are about to get their race on, should be good.”

In the garage 92f and GT-1 are warming up their engines in an automotive symphony that makes the hair on the back of any car enthusiasts neck stand straight up as if trying to peer over that pesky head to see what’s making that beautiful noise.

Finally, they crept to the onramp. In a fury of beautiful engineering and driving the two heavily modified Porsches shot off onto the “track” in a battle of the last of the air-cooled 911 vs. the best of the current water cooled variety of the car. The gt3 takes the early lead with the 993 not far behind but can it hold it? Maybe.

Coming up on the first of many hard corners 92fs lighter, more tuned for tight tracks, 993 starts to gain and passes GT-1 on the inside nearly hitting a police car that shouldn’t be on the “track.” A police car?! Sunuvabitch! This just got more interesting.

The shaken officer fumbles around in his car until he finds the switch for his lights and proceeds to take pursuit of the GT3. Running the plates before the monster pulls fully out of sight he finds out that the vehicle is registered to an “Elvis Presley.” Feroci has connections at the DMV.

Knowing his chances of catching either of the race bred Porsches quickly disappearing in front of him, the officer radios ahead to get some back up. Much like in The Blues Brothers movie, all of the police cars crash into one another in a hilarious pile up that makes this story easier to end.

After recovering from their separate but equal fits of laughter, our heroes are back on track. Through the final segment of the race 92f and GT-1 are staying relatively neck-and-neck.

“Zoooommm, bwaaaaaa, graaaaaaa, vrrrrrrrrr...”

After several minutes of making these types of sounds in his now parked car, an excited GT-1 emerges. Excited for good reason of course. He'd just won... a few minutes ago.

*PS.: I was going to have dal and eddy race here, since they both have rally-type cars.. then there was going to be another race.. but i didn't get that far, 4 pages in word was enough. *Publish

Wake Up / Part One

2007-03-04T05:51:00.000+09:00

by Maceo

12:00 Saturday, East Windsor, NJ

A groggy, hungover Maceo crawls out of the liquor bottle he had called home for the past several weeks. Destroying an NSX worth nearly 400 grand has a tendency to do such things to people.

He walks into his living and hits the button on the answering machine. "DAMN!" he exclaims. 45 minutes and nearly 150 deleted messages later, he finally gets up and grabs a bowl of cereal from the kitchen. After catching the last few minutes of Sportscenter, he hops in the shower, shaves, and puts some some clothes and steps outside.

The Pearlescent orange/red paint of his BB gleams brilliantly in the sun. "At least I still have you," He thinks to himself. He presses the button on the keychain to open the shaved driver side door and hops in. The sound of 2GGZE Celica engine and supercharger coupled with a catback exhaust and a heavy foot is enough to send shivers up the spine of a neighbor standing across the parking lot. After a few revs, he lets the needle drop to idle, and finally cuts it off. Before getting out of the car however, he spots a roll of papers under the passenger seat, and puts it under his arm as he goes back inside.

His interest piqued, he checks out the papers and is astonished at what he sees, apparently, he had been planning to replace the nsx all along, and the drafts were of the car he was planning to build. "Sh*t! I gotta get back!" he thinks in his head. With that, he goes online and starts searching priceline for a reasonable fare to japan.

Revenge And The Awakening

2007-03-04T05:20:00.000+09:00

by .59

11:00pm. Feroci Garage.

Tonight just doesn’t feel the same way. I don’t know what it is... the air... the police... who knows...

some things never change though. And that's the fact that there's some battling within the ranks, as usual. Today GT-1 has his turbo kit installed. And groundride has his 993 in working order... I wonder how that's going to turn out...

they both get into their respective cars and rev the engines. It’s rare to see two Porsches racing AGAINST each other... and even rarer to have them on the same team... so this is a bit of a treat for the spectators.

The two cars move slowly through the crowd to take their places at the onramp. Two low-pitched boxer engine notes pierce the somewhat quiet night and they rocket off onto the wangan to decide who has the best tuning. 2 engine notes rise and fade into silence.

Back on ground level in front of the garage, Dal is making fun of Maceo's bB and the questionable women entering and exiting it. He then makes fun of his goofy driving. And Maceo promptly reminds him of the painful scorching he acquired last time the two raced.

This once again pushes Dal over the edge. "I bet your diesel-ass car won’t beat me today." "Oh really? 500000 yen says it will." says Maceo. "Consider it a race." Dal retorts. “Just give me a hour."

"what's that about my ass now?" diesel asks. "A loud resounding "nothing" is heard, and he goes back to racing against zap in GT3.

11 minutes pass and groundride returns, victorious, with GT-1 just after him with a red-hot exhaust, somewhat-charred rear bodywork, and a speeding fine thanks to an undercover cop in an RX-7. OZ's just waiting for a race to take part in to unleash the power of the 6G72 in the newly unveiled mirage.

but.

That strange feeling is still there and he decides to chill out for tonight's races. He puts the cover back on the car, and goes into the shop to poke at the wankers playing GT3.

A pitch black aristo pulls up... its pav, and he brought stef. French books and notepads pour out of stef's side of the car and he retrieves them before going inside to join the little GT3 tournament that's forming.

More people fill the lot as 11:30 comes around, now some of the outsiders are inside giving the team what for at GT3... "I thought WE were the best drivers around here" some members think.

That gets a little trite as a few people are dominating, so the party heads outside for a little parking lot drifting. It’s darker than normal tonight... I’d attribute it to the clouds hanging overhead though. But that shouldn’t hinder the drifting any. A few ricers pull into the lot with their neon underglow, NawZ stickers, 21-inch wheels, loud music, even LOUDER paint, and too many other tasteless goodies to mention. The leader of this group of misfits is called the nostril. His car has every part his underlings are using, PLUS a 450ps engine. Over on his side of the bay, he's like a god.

I mean... noone else has an imported civic coupe with a supercharged H22A with teh NawZ. So he's unrivaled. He beats Porsches and other high-dollar sports cars on the regular.

"Yo, I’m the best driver, I know this... well... because I am." says nostril. "And none of my buddies seem to disagree. I’m a good driver"

this loud-ass civic, with loud-ass paint, loud-ass music, and a driver wearing the loudest yellow shirt ever sticks out like a sore thumb once he leaves the area his clique has decided to occupy.

He walks over to the garage, since that seems to be where all the action is. While making his way over, there is a path forming for him to walk down. It seems all these people respect him... I mean... this is what happens in his area wherever he goes. But in this instance the people seem to be looking a little harder than normal and then whispering to their neighbors. Maybe they be liking his raw gear, yo... whatever it is they're getting the f...well... you know.. out of his way. He reaches the garage and knocks on the door. "I hear you guys race." "I race too. I’m a really good driver too."

there are 2 R31s in the lot and he decides to make them his targets for the night.75's busy with the GT3 tourney, so lys has to smack this guy up.

Looks like nostril had another loud attribute... that cologne's so thick, you can damn-near see it.

Has this guy ever heard of tone it down?

Lys walks with nostril over to his car. (With a nice 5-foot lead, of course) he then pops the hood. Stock. "Now what does it prove to beat an unmodified car? nothing." he says. Lys then runs, while holding his breath, back to the shop. He can finally breathe again.

Nostril then makes his way back to the shop. "Who’s the fastest around here?!" he yells, commanding attention. Alvin’s out of town on business, and we haven’t seen .59 all day... so that means Maceo's the fastest. He’s over there. Nostril goes over to Maceo and challenges him to a race. "I can’t, dude. I have another race to prep for. And it's not exactly one to blow off. There’s a half-a-million yen on the line." "Whatever, dude" nostril replies. "You just don’t have the balls to take me because you know you'd lose... and badly." "Well, hey, if it's that important to get your ignorant ASS handed to you, I’m not one to stop you." Maceo replies. “Put up 500k yen and you're in." nostril reaches into his pocket and pulls out a 50 yen coin. "um.. uh.. I have to go to my car to get that kinda money, I’m in though" Maceo continues working on his car for the race. Midnight’s approaching.

Nostril’s sitting in his car dangling his legs out the window with the music turned up loud. His little group (15 guys) has drawn some attention now. They’ve synchronized their CD players and they're all playing the same song. And you guessed it. It’s LOUD. The guys with the airbag suspensions are dancing their cars to the beat, and there's neon and strobe lighting illuminating the area. It looks like an outdoor nightclub over there. They know how to put on a show, I’ll give them that much.

Midnight rolls around and it's time for the main event.

By now the crowd has doubled. Looks like some people called out their friends. "If you guys lose to this dude, you're OUT" uzer reminds them. "Not something you need to worry about" they both reply.

They both hop into their cars. And Maceo was expecting the supra...

not today.

Dal’s cherry red NSX makes Maceo think for a short while, but he regains his confidence quickly. His car beats Mclarens.

The two put their silencers in so as not to scare off nostril and his crew on the drive over to their area on the lot. The 3 cars are all sitting there. Maceo’s legendary NSX, Dal's mysterious NSX, and... Nostril’s well... riced... civic. the two explain the rules of the race to the newcomer and everyone shows the amount of money they agreed on earlier. The money is entrusted to zap today... he now has 1.5m yen in his possession... that's a pretty hefty chunk for just ONE race. They explain that it's going to be a long distance race on this outing, the 30km run. Nostril agrees, and they get back into their cars.

Dal and Maceo now remove their silencers and nostril revs his civic... it's the loudest note of them all... but it sounds like something's broken. A 5-inch tip does nothing for acoustics...

Maceo and Dal are careful not to rev too high above idle so as not to scare nostril off. He continues bouncing his car off the limiter as they cruise up the on-ramp. They reach the freeway and nostril hits the juice and speeds off. Dal and Maceo are both still revving low and keeping up the facade that they're slow.

By now nostril has a truly massive lead, a bit over 8 km. he cranks up his music and makes a call to his buddies telling them about how he won the race and put down 2 MORE NSXes. Seeing as his car is loaded with electronics, he can actually transmit video to prove he's right.

This video is being projected up onto the side of feroci's garage and everyone's surprised at his speed... it's not every day a civic tops 310 km/h.

Nostril’s cruising along with the music blaring, and 2 pairs of headlights creep up on him about 20km into the race. He’s not looking in the mirrors, he's too busy dodging trucks and late night traffic for that. AND he has to figure out how he's going to spend his 1,500,000 yen that he's going to acquire soon.

Another few kilometers pass, and the headlights are closer, but accompanied by some noise. Again, it's disregarded because there's more important stuff in front of him, besides... noone can catch a car going THAT fast, and with THAT kind of lead.

This time only one km passes. The headlights and sound are closer... and noticeable. 2 NSXes are weaving back and forth behind him and he sees headlights dancing in the rear view.

And they're still getting closer. Nostril plants it harder and gives the nitrous one last squeeze. He takes one hand off the wheel and waves at the mirror while he presses the nitrous button on the steering wheel. "buh-bye" he says in the music-dampened cabin.

But what's this?! He’s used his nitrous... but they're still gaining. He looks down at his dash readout and sees he's gained speed. He’s now doing 337km/h and the rev needle's awful close to the redline.

The NSXes gain even closer, now they're so close their engine notes are causing a rumble in his car.

They then rip past at over 370km/h on either side of him with no signs of slowing down. The cars are going so fast that when they go past nostril's civic, the turbulence makes his car jump 5cm off the ground. It comes back down and there's a carpet of sparks as the car bottoms out. And puts a flat bottom on that big-ass ricer-can exhaust. All this is transmitted back to the garage where the crowd jumps up and roars at the display of speed they're seeing.

The two NSXes are now fading off into the distance still accelerating. Dal’s in 5th, Maceo's in 6th, Dal shifts up to try to catch Maceo whose in front and his exhaust spits a yellow flame as he momentarily lifts to shift. Maceo is slowly being reeled in, and Dal is thinking only of passing him. With a press of the accelerator, Dal pushes into the lead, and pulls away slightly.

A dark vibe passes over nostril and there's a bright gleam in the mirror. Everything flashes white and he loses focus for an instant as his car is once again rocked by turbulence.

But where from?

All that's in front of him is nothing.

The people outside the garage saw something though. For a split second there was what seemed to be a metal-dotted black outline in sight.

What could that have been?

Dal and Maceo soon see this same gleam and hear what sounds like the cry of a weeping apparition from behind. They’re both nearing 398km/h and that horrible wail is getting closer.

"what the f*ck?!" Maceo thinks as he hits the 400km/h mark."

This... just... isn’t... possible."

Dal presses the accelerator harder in an attempt to escape the sound. An eerie light flashes over the two NSXes as the clouds pull away to reveal a full moon.

Now that Dal's flooring it he passes Maceo and is nearing 410 km/h

with the moon now illuminating the freeway, the origin of that noise is now clearly visible. It’s a dark vehicle with some sort of... mask on it.

The car gets closer. And the headlights go off. But it's too late now. With only 3km left in the race Dal's in front, with Maceo following closely, that ghost? Car closing in and nostril trailing pathetically behind.

Both NSXes rip forward at 415+km/h.

The dark car seems to accelerate out of nowhere and shoots off into the distance, fading into nothingness... a speck on the horizon. Only leaving a glimpse at the rear end for a short while.

If WE'RE doing over 415, he must have been doing close to 450... But how... it looked like any other NSX...

looks can be deceiving.

842ps... 3.8-liter single turbo V6... in a car that only weighs ~855kg...

not any other NSX. Suzaku. The weeping apparition.

This shook all the participants in the race, but noone ever told of it, because they weren’t even sure THEY had seen it.

Dal and Maceo stopped at a rest area and discussed options.

They decided, noone else needed to know of this and returned as normal.

Maceo congratulated Dal on his revenge... err... victory, and nostril never finished the race. He just turned around and came back. The night ended as it normally would... with everyone in .59's garage stall playing DDR.

But... wasn’t he gone earlier? nah... coincidence... yeah. That’s what it was. Just pure coincidence.

Nostril arrived back at the lot around 2a as all the confused viewers and participants were leaving.

And everyone left with one thing on their mind. That ghostly black flash.

The Showoff...

2005-06-02T15:40:00.000+09:00

Author: OZ
Adaptation: OZ

3:40pm, Tokyo.

The movement around the Feroci lot was slow for the time. During the entire morning, rain took place from the usual sun, showing people once again why they truly can’t believe on the weather forecast. Only now, the sun was able to show up, but still, hidden by dark clouds, making the afternoon look more like a prelude for a cold dark night.

In days like these, people prefer to stay home, taking care of their personal lives and business. Noone like to drive on the extremely wet highways, and racing on them is a sure shot for a nasty accident if you aren’t good enough to hold your car on the road. On the garage, .59 just finished the day’s work on the several project cars and goes to meet Dal on the lobby, who was already there doing nothing as usual. With the expectation of no one showing up soon to bother with, they decided to setup a little recreation using an old SNES rig that was kept around for such times. Mario Kart popped in, time for some multiplayer marathon. Dal, seeing the cartridge, reminds it can have up to 4 players. They need 2 extra pair of hands to get a decent contest going, Maceo was there but he disappeared right after some skirt came strolling down the road, and now he was nowhere to be found… as usual, but OZ was on the garage stall #3, working on his Mirage. Seems that the playtime was guaranteed…

Dal gets the intercom and calls the phone on the garage. Supposedly, OZ should be there but no one was answered it. Something was not right. It have been weeks since OZ started working on his car, and he was expending so much time on it that people could almost swear that he living at the garage, only going home to eat and get a shower. Dal knew it would be a pain to convince him to leave the car and join them, but usually, he would at least answer the intercom. He went down to the garage and knocked the door…

No answer… not even a curse word…

So he knocked it again, and more, and called him out, and screamed and cursed, but no freaking answer! Dal was making such racket that .59 soon showed up thinking something bad happened. He unlocked the door and entered the garage, looking for a possibly passed out OZ, but no one was there. To be more precise, not only he wasn’t there, but his mirage also wasn’t. The place was mint clean, practically ready to receive another client with shelves and benches organized. It was 4 in the afternoon and no sign of OZ and his car. Where the f*ck did he go??? Looking outside, they felt a bit relieved when they saw that his car transporter wasn’t around either… “He probably took it to have it painted”, .59 commented, locking the door of the garage again.

Midnight.

The roads were a bit more dry, all thanks to the bit of sun that came during the afternoon, still, that situation would be considered to have worsened the roads, mixing wet and dry sections of the road was still a bad combo. The wind decided to show up as well, making the weather looks colder than the normal.

On the Feroci Lot, the movement was still slow, even with the presence of most of the team members for the usual GT3 marathon, something that always a choice for slow nights when the people outside didn’t represent much a challenge for they. Besides the competition was always heated, with no one giving up, making it last long enough to make the boring hours pass in a blink of an eye.

But not tonight.

Down from Wangan, people at the lot could hear it, 3 unmistakable high pitched engine notes, and they were coming in fast. The randoms at the Feroci Lot thought that it could be a few of the team members arriving, but people inside knew they weren’t. Those engines were tuned, but not by them. Soon, 3 exotics descend the highway, making their way into the Feroci lot. One by one they parked next to the garage entry, making a symphony of cylinders that could wake a deaf guy just by the earth rumble. The 3 cars shut their engines simultaneously, leaving many mouths agape in the parking lot. Even thou with notoriety of the place, it’s uncommon to see exotics on the hands of street racers, especially tuned one like these 3.

The first on the line was a white F360 CS, fitted with complete GT-C bodywork and Kreissieg exhaust. The Black BBS LM-GT rims and Brembo gold anodized disks closed the package. Right next to it, looking more civilized, but no less fast than its predecessor, a dark blue widebody Gallardo coupe with a twin turbo V-10. For a car released not so long ago, having such body kit and engine development ready and in use, it was clearly that someone had strong ties with high profile people to have access to those parts. But still, none of those cars were able to over shine the last one…

For the guys on Feroci, hearing that engine was not something uncommon, but yet was one that would get most of them a bit worried. They knew that someone had to be really crazy to put one of these on the streets, and even more to let alone tune and race such rare car. As they pour out of the shop, the view of the black F1-LM was something to make them guessing who would be the one to race it. The leader of the group approaches them.

“Hi, sorry to be rude, but we are looking for a fellow of yours named “Maceo”? We have unfinished business with him.” he asks with extreme politeness, seemingly looking around for him. Uzer’s explains to him that he’s nowhere around, leaving the guy with a deceptioned face. He says he would wait for his arrival, and end up talking about the F1 with the rest of the team. They are so concentrated on their chat that they barely notice OZ parking his carrier truck near the lot entrance…

Catching the attention of some people, and mostly, from the 2 exotic owners who aren’t talking with the Feroci guys, OZ starts unloading a covered car from the transporter. He carefully takes off the cover, revealing the finished bodywork of his mirage. At first, whispers and laughs can be heard in the parking lot, being the loudest one from the F360 guy. No wonder why, it’s not every day that you see a Mitsubishi Mirage C73A sedan turned into a truck, or even more, painted in dark pink red. Comments of how come such “lousy thing” could be a Feroci car start to be heard, running from mouth to mouth. But all that dies, at the moment he turns on the engine.

Emanating from the depths of the HKS Carbon exhaust, the highly boosted 4G63T springs to life for the first time with a long, dirty and loud rev, silencing all the words and noises on the lot. First gear is planted, and the 760ps engine is tamed to slowly put the 4wd dark widebody truck into motion, making its way through the parked cars. The view Advan RS centerlock wheels fitted with A032R tires and Endless Racing Mono 6 calipers were a giveaway of how seriously tuned this car was. Everybody was stumbled by it, mouths were agape again. Few could believe that a louse Mirage could be tuned to that level. It was so customized that they would have second thoughts about challenging it for a race.

He rolled the lot till reaching his parking spot, coming to shut his engine back off again. This time, only whispers could be heard on the silence the followed it. Without even racing, the tides had turned, showing once again whose team was the one to be feared there. OZ jumped off his car and made his way to the shop door. A small, barely noticeable grin could be noticed on his face for the ones who dared to look at it. As well, the burning stinky eyes given by the exotic owners as soon he passed them…

“You love to make people hates us, don’t you?” .59 exclaimed at OZ, laughing at how f*cked the night was going to be…

Late Night Showoff

2005-06-01T15:40:00.001+09:00

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?…

Lucky Fvck

2005-05-02T13:02:00.001+09:00

Author: 59
Adaptation: 59 & OZ

12:17am. Tokyo.

Its early morning and the guys are all hanging out at the garage as they would any other day. And randoms… as usual, are knocking on the door to see if they can get in just as they do on any other day. Feroci is a member short (disco inferno) since last time something big went down… I guess the sexual favors that got her in stopped being so favorable... Although, to her credit, she'd have been of SOME use today for a few people today.

With one member gone, a space for a new member is open. Upon paying off the fine and selling the smoldering RX-7, petrol seems to have had a glut of money lying around.

It's expectable… even normal.

But noone would ever expect what was about to happen. A foreign sounding engine note draws everyone to the window. It’s noone other than diesel… And with a tuned Ferrari no less. Wait-what the bitch?! Ferrari?! Having a lot of money after selling a heavily modified legendary car is normal. But over 200K?! That’s just unheard of. Someone has most certainly been saving. Now that I mention it, he does look a little thinner. Guess he had to make spending cuts somewhere to save..

Everyone pours out of the garage to ogle the new car, and that draws the parking lot patrons over to the space right in front of the garage. …Everyone but zap. Once he sees he’s alone, zap decides to take this opportunity to stuff himself with those energy bars Dal has been hoarding while noone is in the room to stop him.

Once he finishes gorging, he waddles… err… wanders outside.

Upon reaching the doorway, the first thing he sees is diesel, the Ferrari's invisible to him. His eyes widen, and in a spurt of pure rage, he runs over, leaps over the Ferrari, and tackles diesel and starts throwing punches, two strike diesel's face, puncturing his lip, 4 hit his chest, 8 are blocked and the final one hits the black, oil-stained asphalt next to his head. "How dare you show your f*cking face around here after abandoning everyone?!" diesel explains his actions, and zap stands up and turns to walk away. diesel stands up, cracks his knuckles, turns zap around and lets him have one right on the nose. This catches zap off guard and pretty much drops him on the spot. A few minutes (and pictures) later he comes to with Maceo standing over him saying "you got knocked the fuuuuuuck out!" and he hears the loud roar of a crowd’s laughter. His honor's been torn to shreds. "This is unacceptable" he says. He still hasn't noticed the red ferrari to his left. "You’re a loser, your car's sh*t, and you drive like a girl!" he spouts, "your crappy little RX-7 has no place here!" "Why do you think you didn't even manage to finish the last race, huh?"

diesel grabs zap's head and zap cringes expecting another blow. But instead of striking him, diesel turns zap's head about 60 degrees and a glint of red catches his eye. "Hey… w-w-what happened to the seven?" he asks. diesel retorts "it just wasn't working out.. I mean, you said it yourself. The car was sh*t slow, crappy, and all that other bad stuff, so I switched cars." zap puts on a forced smile and says "yeah, it was. That’s why I always beat you driving it… and I can beat this one aswell." He grins and points to his right, where his car is normally parked and nothing there but a white Hiace. Then he remembered he came today with Stef in the team van as he’s without a car while his XJ220 is being further modified. He runs in and snatches a random set of keys off the rack in the office and runs back out. The tag attached to the key reads "number 56". zap runs in to ask .59 which car number 56 is, and he points at the big numbers painted on the ground. “Do I LOOK like someone who keeps up with where people park? I’m not a valet, you know. Go find out.” Zap feverishly searches the lot for the space numbered 56, and finally finds it. In this space is a 2F2F R34 Replica, made for a local car show. Lucky for him it's in the build process and it's being turned into a real car.

zap runs over to the car and starts it. That's the first step.. He then drives over to where diesel's standing. "I bet I can even beat you in THIS piece of crap" diesel, absolutely dying to get a chance at a race, takes him up on this offer. The odd non-japanese engine note was once again heard after diesel starts the Ferrari to take on his challenger. The two rivals speed off toward the on-ramp and enter the freeway.

Engine notes rise and disappear to nothing.

There’s an empty area in the parking lot tonight. I guess some people decided to stay at home and do whatever it is they do on valentine’s day…

Stefaan gets an idea to set up some cones for a little drifting. And it's on.

The team goes into the office to plot out a course and returns a few minutes later with a used napkin with some pencil squiggles on it, a pile of cones, and some spray paint.

it takes about 30 minutes to set it up. But it's done.

oh yeah, diesel won by the way, the 34 was misfiring… the lucky f*ck.

zap vows to beat him with his XJ next time he's around, and attention once again focuses on the little faux drift course set up in the parking lot. First up is Stef. He slides gracefully. Gentle left, right-90, a clean sway down the straight, a long sweeping drift around a loose left turn… A twitch, and then a snap drift to the right, 2 more fast smoky lefts, another sway down the back straight into a left right combo, then a long roundabout drift back into the first left-right combo. He comes out of the corners onto the front straight, and does a huge smoky burnout right in the middle of that straight, then he opens the driver door and does a long donut until the left rear delaminates and explodes leaving him limping the car to the garage to put it away to change a tire.

Then Dal comes out with his new EP3 and gives the course a go with some e-brake drifting. It's a spectacle, but no smoke show like it is when done with an FR car. If only more of the team members weren't focused solely on highway racing and using overpowered Wangan cars set up for stability and top speed.

Alvin (tries) to attack the track next in the Koenigsegg, but the car's just too fast for drifting. He does a burnout from the start position, straight lines the chicane, and ends up spinning off-course after the end of the straight at 140 km/h and decides it would be a little smarter if he puts it away for the next Wangan battle. viperman pulls out his quad for a little tarmac showoffery and does 2 impressive laps around the course... Who would've known you could do such silly things on a quad…

Maceo, as usual has to be the center of attention, so he has a stab at the track with his bright orange bB. He pulls the e-brake down the length of the front straight while hanging out the window smiling at the crowd. Then he pulls a long sway around the sweeping left and stops. He signals a girl from the audience to hop in the passenger seat, and continues the show. he grips the tight right corner and handbrakes the two lefts that follow. He then powers down the rear straight and inertia-drifts the next combo. In the roundabout turn, he grips around, half-throttling, and comes out with tires smoking. He had enough, and drives back to the far end of the garage…

hmm… wonder why he went over there... oh well… no matter… 2 more unfamiliar engine notes are heard, and 2 cars appear from the darkness. A camo-painted Trueno 3dr, and a silver R31 GTS-R.

Damnit… how'd THOSE two know everyone was going to be drifting… I didn't know they were going to be here THAT fast. Noone even told them about it..

After crashing the party, the two cars go toward the track and begin a twin-drift. They both shoot down the front straight and the rear brakes lock momentarily to break traction on the Trueno, while the rears just spin up after a little feint motion and throttle on the R31. The two cars speed toward the hard right and the 31 sways across the track aggressively cutting off the Trueno. The Trueno follows him carefully, both cars smoking the tires. They attack the lefts with endo in the Trueno pulling ahead of skyline in his… well… Skyline… thanks to its nimbleness on corners. The Trueno comes onto the rear straight followed very closely by the skyline. As they get a bit further down the straight, the skyline’s inline six rockets it past the weaker Trueno into the left right combo, endo follows closely behind with big drifts. The two cars both go around the roundabout twice with the Trueno drifting from the inside to the outside to swap positions on the second go around. From there, they slide into the final left right combo. After exiting the series of turns, they accelerate down the track and the skyline crosses the s/f line first. Upon hearing the raucous outside, .59 peeks out to see it’s these idiots, and he comes out and yells "what the hell are YOU guys doing here?!" "You’re lucky my Cefiro's not finished being set up, or I'd send you guys home". They laugh "yeah right" and .59 welcomes them inside, and the rest of the team returns inside for some random nerdy activity that typically happens after a bit of racing. zap pushes the defeated 34 into an empty garage stall and comes back in to join the fun. Another good night… another fast race, another lucky ending. Everyone hangs out in the garage for another 3 or so hours and eventually the lot is left as it was before they all got there... it just has a few paint marks and a lot of rubber.

Dorifuto kurabu no mayonaka. tachiagaru to dorifuto!!

The sun rises once again to start another normal day.

Lucky F*ck

2005-05-01T00:17:00.000+09:00

Author: .59

12:17am, Tokyo.

Its early morning and the guys are all hanging out at the garage as we would any other day, and randoms, as usual, are knocking on the door to see if they can get in today. Were a member short (disco inferno) since last time something big went down… I guess she got booted for giving bad head… Although she'd have been of SOME use today for the single fellows today.

that opens a space for a new member. Upon paying off the fine and selling the smoldering RX-7, petrol seems to have had a glut of money lying around.

It’s expectable, even normal.

But noone would ever expect what was about to happen. A foreign sounding engine note draws everyone to the window. None other than diesel… And with a tuned Ferrari-what the bitch?! Ferrari?! Money after selling a heavily modified legendary car is normal. But over 200K?! Someone has been saving. Now that I mention it, he does look a little thinner. Guess he has to get the money somehow. Everyone pours out of the garage to ogle the new car, and that draws the parking lot patrons over to the space right in front of the garage. zap's inside stuffing himself with energy bars when he notices noone's in the room.

He wanders outside.

The first thing he sees is diesel, the Ferrari's invisible to him. he runs over, leaps over the Ferrari, and tackles diesel. Then he starts throwing his punches, two strike diesel's face, puncturing his lip, 4 hit his chest, 8 are blocked and the final one hits the black, oil-stained asphalt next to his head. "How dare you show your f*cking face around here after abandoning everyone?!" diesel explains his actions, and zap stands up and turns to walk away. diesel stands up, cracks his knuckles, turns zap around and lets him have one right on the nose. This catches zap off guard and pretty much drops him on the spot. A few minutes (and pictures) later he comes to with maceo standing over him saying "you got knocked the fuuuuuuck out!" and he hears a loud laugh, his honor's been torn to shreds. "This is unacceptable" he says. He still hasn't noticed the red Ferrari to his left. "You’re a loser, your car's sh*t, and you drive like a girl!" he yells, "your crappy little RX-7 has no place here!" "Why do you think you didn't even manage to finish the last race, huh?"

diesel grabs zap's head and he cringes expecting another blow. But diesel turns zap's head about 60 degrees and a glint of red catches his eye. "w-w-what happened to the seven?" he asks. diesel retorts "it just wasn't working out.. I mean, you said it yourself it's sh*t, crappy, and all that other bad stuff, so I switched cars." zap puts on a forced smile and says "yeah, it was… And I can beat this one aswell." he points to his right, where his car is normally parked and nothing there but a white Hiace. Then he remembered he came with Stef in the team van. He runs in and snatches a random set of keys off the rack in the office and runs back out. "Number 56" it reads. zap runs in to ask .59 which car number 56 is, and he points at a 2F2F R34 Replica, made for a local car show. Lucky for him it's in the build process and it's being turned into a real car.

zap runs over to the car and starts it. That's the first step.. He then drives over to where diesel's standing. "I bet I can even beat you in THIS piece of crap" diesel, just dying to get a chance at a race, takes him up on this offer. The odd non-japanese engine note was once again heard. They speed off toward the on-ramp and enter the freeway.

Engine notes rise and disappear to nothing.

There’s an empty area in the parking lot tonight. I guess some people are still at home doing whatever it is they do on valentine’s day..

Stefaan gets an idea to set up some cones for a little drifting. And it's on.
The team goes into the office to plot out a course and returns a few minutes later with a pile of cones and some spray paint.

It takes about 30 minutes to set it up. But it's done.

Oh yea, diesel won by the way, the 34 was misfiring.. The lucky f*ck.

zap vows to beat him with his XJ next time he's around, and attention once again focuses on the little faux drift course set up in the parking lot. First up, stef. He slides gracefully, left, right-90, a clean sway down the straight, a long sweeping drift around a loose left turn.. A twitch, and then a snap drift to the right, 2 more fast smoky lefts, another sway down the back straight into a left right combo, then a long roundabout drift back into the first left-right combo. He comes out of the corners onto the front straight, and does a huge smoky burnout right in the middle of that straight, then he opens the driver door and does a long donut until the left rear delaminates and he has to put it away to change a tire.

Then Dal comes out with his new EP3 and gives the course a go with some e-brake drifting. It's a spectacle, but no smoke show like it is when done with an FR car. If only more of you guys weren't using overpowered Wangan cars.

Alvin (tries) to attack the track next in the Koenigsegg, but the car's just too fast for drifting, and he puts it away for the next Wangan battle. viperman pulls out his quad for a little tarmac showoffery and does 2 impressive laps around the course... Who would've known you could do that on a quad…

Maceo, as usual has to be the center of attention, so he has a stab at the track with his bright orange bB. He pulls the e-brake down the length of the front straight while hanging out the window smiling at the crowd. Then he pulls a long sway around the sweeping left and stops. He signals a girl from the audience to hop in the passenger seat, and continues the show. He grips the tight right corner and handbrakes the two lefts that follow. He then powers down the rear straight and inertia-drifts the next combo. In the roundabout turn, he grips around, half-throttling, and comes out with tires smoking. He had enough, and drives back to the far end of the garage…

Wonder why he went over there... oh well… no matters… 2 more unfamiliar engine notes are heard, and 2 cars appear from the darkness. A camo-painted Trueno 3 doors and a silver R31 GTS-R.

Damnit… how'd they know we were drifting… I didn't know they were going to be here THAT fast… the two cars go toward the track and begin a twin-drift. They both shoot down the front straight and rear brakes lock momentarily to break traction on the Trueno, while the rears just spin up after a little feint motion on the R31. The two cars speed toward the hard right and the 31 sways across the track aggressively cutting off the Trueno. The Trueno follows him carefully, both cars smoking the tires. They attack the lefts with endo in the Trueno pulling ahead of skyline in his… well… Skyline, thanks to its nimbleness on corners. The Trueno comes onto the rear straight followed very closely by the skyline. As they get a bit down the straight, the Skyline rockets past into the left right combo, endo follows closely behind with big drifts. The two cars both go around the roundabout twice with the Trueno drifting from the inside to the outside to swap positions on the second go around. From there they slide into the final left right combo they accelerate down the track and the Skyline crosses the s/f line first. .59 comes out and yells "what the hell are YOU guys doing here?!" "You’re lucky my Cefiro's not finished being set up, or I'd send you guys home" they laugh "yeah right" and .59 welcomes them inside, and the rest of the team returns inside for some random SNES game playing. zap pushes the 34 back into the garage and comes back in to join the fun. Another good night… another fast race, another lucky ending. Everyone hangs out in the garage for another 3 or so hours and eventually the lot is left as it was before we got there… it just has a few paint marks and a lot of rubber.

Dorifuto kurabu no mayonaka. tachiagaru to dorifuto!!

The sun rises once again to start another normal day.

Interlude

2005-04-01T01:23:00.000+09:00

Author: .59

Upon seeing the plans for Maceo's NSX, .59 considers more changes for other cars, to stay competitive…

Sooner or later everyone's going to be over 400km/h…

.59 returns to the garage to finish off the tuning for the Koenigsegg. Quad turbos, forged 20x10 front and 20x13 rear wheels, lowered suspension, dry carbon seats so Alvin can’t sleep in them, the ever present nitrous system (you know… the one that won the last series), a new underbody diffuser system, and a low-mounted rear wing.

“It should go as fast as you have the balls to push it, and with that reckless style, I have no doubt it'll be nearing 500km/h… 860kg and 1600+ps should do it. Just be careful starting and turning. You’ll spin the tires and smash it. I see similar problems with James' mini. Too much power for the weight and it'll probably understeer too thanks to the 20B's weight in the front of the car.”

An hour or so later OZ shows up, towing an S.T.L. trailer with the stripped mirage in it. No engine is present yet.

“I just hope he doesn't choose the 6G72... that's gonna leave a mark.”

Once again, garage stall 3 opens and a car disappears.

.59 presses the engine start button on the koenigsegg and it springs to life. "Hmm, everything seems to be in working order" so he shuts it off.

Next task: warning stickers.

Maceo's in stall#2 now starting the modifications to make the NSX even faster, and .59 walks in with ideas for body styling. Maceo asks "you're not serious, are you?!" and .59 replies, "yeah." He leaves the file folder on top of the car, and walks back into the shop to leave Alvin's keys on his area on the rack.

"What a night... I think I'll chill out by buying some big sedan."

.59 runs out of the shop, leaving his garage door open and the plans for a 4-rotor turbo kit in sight, and *borrows* Maceo's bB and speeds off into the night looking for Crowns, Majestas, Crestas, and the like…

Possibly a regrettable mis-cue…

Aftermath…

2005-03-02T23:16:00.005+09:00

Author: Maceo
Adaptation: OZ & .59

11:16PM, Nighttime…

In the garage, .59 as expected, is face deep into one of his project cars. This time, he’s adjusting the boost on Alvin’s Koenigsegg. Looks like that the Swedish super engine refuses to agree with a few of his mods, not giving him his planned power output. While messing around with the fuel mapping, he hears Maceo driving up to one of the empty garage stalls with his ’04 Toyota bB. The pearlescent red paint with its orange flakes makes the boxy body work look marvelous in the glow of the street lights. .59 peeks out at the car via the corner of his eye, and goes out to greet him at the garage door.

“999ps… heh… I had no idea…” Maceo says by looking at the semi-covered pink Silvia stored at the back of the garage.

“999 indeed. Trust me, you weren’t the only one…” .59 responds with a understated, yet widening grin on his face.

“Anyway, that’s not the reason I’m here today, I’ve got something to show you.” Maceo says.

.59 responds “Well bust them bitches out, son!”

Maceo nods and walks to the back of the xB, which has been appropriately dubbed “The Hotbox” due to his notorious smoking habits. A finger-sweep past a small hidden sensor on the right rear c-pillar window pops open the custom rear split swing doors, revealing a 10 pack of Kirin Tanrei beer and a rather large 007-style metal suitcase. Located inside is a cobalt blue area 51 laptop and packet of design plans for the NSX.

..Looks like the defeat had forced him to change the scheme of his upgrade plans to a short term flurry instead of the original long term plan. After the car is empty, the two walk back into the garage and close the door.

Maceo carefully spreads the plans over the bench, “I was gonna tell you over the phone, but I figured it would be better to show you in person… some of this stuff is just too hardcore to explain with words…” He says, while he points at some of the details of the layout.

“Dude, this is retarded! There is absolutely NO way you’ll ever pull this off…” .59 replies, impressed with some of the ideas.

“I’m no mechanic, you know me… that’s why I’m asking for your help. Cash is no problem…” Maceo laughs, pulling out his pockets and showing they’re empty.

.59 looks at the blueprints again, and almost as if a light bulb lit up over his head, he looks at Maceo with a devilish grin. “After seeing this stuff, you know I'm gonna have to hook up the 999 so we're even right?”

“ Friend, I wouldn't have it any other which-way.” Maceo replies, giving him a cold beer…

Aftermath

2005-03-01T13:18:00.000+09:00

Author: Maceo

Its 11:30 at night and .59 is still in his garage, as expected. Working on the Koenigsegg, no doubt. Maceo drives up to the garage in a 2004 Toyota scion xB, the pearlescent red/orange paint job looks marvelous in the glow of the street lights. 59 picks up the car out of the corner of his eye, and walks out to greet him at the garage bay door.

Maceo : 999, eh? I had no idea.

59: 999 Indeed. Trust me, you weren't the only one.

Maceo: Wanna see something?

59: Yeah, why not.

The two walk to the back of the scion, which has appropriately been dubbed "The Hotbox" after Maceo's smoking habits. A press on the custom fitted hood and the split rear doors swing outward to reveal a 30 pack of Heineken long necks and a packet of design plans for the NSX. Maceo goes through the driver’s door and grabs the cobalt blue area 51 laptop. After the car is empty, the two walk back into the garage and close the door.

Maceo: I was gonna tell you over the phone but i figured it would be better to show in person.

59: Dude, this is insane. You'll never pull this off.

Maceo: I know I can’t do it, that's why I'm asking for your help.

59 look at the blueprints again, and almost as if a light bulb lit up over his head, he looks at maceo with a devilish grin.

59: You know I'm gonna have to hook up the 999 so we're even right?

Maceo: Friend, I wouldn't have it any other way.

Six Five Smasher

2005-02-01T00:30:00.000+09:00

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…"

The KID...

2005-01-02T03:00:00.000+09:00

Author: Maceo
Adaptation: OZ & .59

Tokyo, Daikoku Rest Area.

The wall clock inside the shop shows 3:00AM, but Dal, Uzer and Alvinkanarbik are still having a the Need For Speed Underground drag race marathon when a new car pulls into the empty Feroci lot. Unnoticed, the driver of a gunmetal grey sports car flashes his high beams lights to grab the attention of the people inside. After several failed attempts and a bit of swearing, he gets impatient and turns up the volume of his Pioneer Premier 2300 head unit. Massive bass, coming out of a pair of 800W Diamond Audio TDX 10D4’s subwoofers is enough to make the bottle caps on the ground jump and shimmy to the beat of the music. The sound is also enough to catch the attention of Dal.. who is now infuriated, after being distracted just long enough to miss a shift and lose his race. He storms his way to outside to find out who was responsible for all that racket with Uzer and Alvin quickly following him, knowing that he and his short temper could possibly cause some trouble…

The racket gets louder as he gets closer to the door, making him scream expletives and insults at the idiot blasting music and highbeaming before he even gets outside, and when he finally opens the door...
“HEY BUUDY WHAT THE FU… DAMN!!! That’s a sick ride!”

The driver of the car, a 2001 Honda NSX, still wearing his Scorps helmet, smiles with pride. Fitted with a complete catalogue of body enhancements from Marga Hills, his S-Zero would not ever have the dishonor of going unnoticed anywhere. Neither would have the JGTC-type rear wing, carbon rear diffuser, carbon rear spats or the carbon fiber hood. Toyo Proxes T1-S tires wrapped around black 18x11” Racing Hart CP035-R rims round out the exterior package. However, behind the cockpit in the engine compartment, was the crown jewel of the entire car.

A Comptech supercharger kit, custom-tuned stand-alone EMS, and a triple-plate ATS carbon clutch were provided and made to work in harmony by Comptech Sports. Along with those bits, DC Sports provided headers and a custom surge-tank intake manifold. An air induction kit from Cantrell Concepts and a JGTC inspired center exit exhaust system made by Taitec were the finishing touches that all worked together to give the car a very distinct look and sound. On the handling front, a Tein N1 suspension system was added to further enhance the car already excellent handling, and a Tarox “Big Brake” 10 Piston system to bring the speed demon an efficient means of decelerating to a standstill.

After a thorough inspection of the newcomer’s car, Uzer knew that cars like that were incredibly rare to come by, and decided to offer an associate’s position to him within the Feroci franchise. The four men all walked inside to iron out the details, and enjoy some more early-morning drag racing. As they make their way into the office, Dal says to the new guy,
“Why don’t you take your helmet off? You’re among friends now…”

The 6'5", slender framed driver slouches his shoulders a bit and takes off the helmet, revealing his facial features for the first time.

Uzer, Dal, and Alvin are astonished. "Shit! Dude, what are YOU doing here? We thought you were dead!"

Maceo thought to himself "The kid is back."

The Kid

2005-01-01T03:00:00.001+09:00

Author: Maceo

It's 3:00 AM. Dal, Uzer’s, and Alvinkanarbik are having and NFS U drag race marathon when a new car pulls into the Feroci lot. The driver of a gunmetal grey sports car his flashes his high beams to grab the attention off the 3 inside. After several failed attempts, the driver gets impatient and turns up the volume on his Pioneer premier 2300 head unit. The bass pumping out of the pair of 800W Diamond Audio TDX 10D4's is enough to make the bottle caps on the ground jump and shimmy to the beat of the music. Dal, infuriated after being distracted just long enough to lose his race, storms outside. Uzer’s and Alvin quickly follow suit.

"HEY BUDDY WHAT THE FU... DAMN!!! That’s a sick ride!"

The driver of the ‘01 Honda NSX, still wearing his Scorps helmet, smiles with pride. The Marga Hills front bumper, wide front fender, rear bumper & side skirts have not gone unnoticed. Neither have the JTTC type rear wing, diffuser, custom rear spats or carbon fiber hood. Toyo Proxes T1-S tires wrapped around black 18" Racing Hart CP035-R wheels round out the exterior package. However, behind the cockpit in the engine compartment is where the car really shines.

A supercharger kit, E.C.U., and level 2 PowerGrip clutch were all provided by CompTech Sports. DC Sports was used for the headers and manifold work. Also an air induction kit from Contrell Concepts was used. Lastly a Taitec JGTC inspired center exit exhaust system gives the car a further unique look. A Tein N1 suspension system further enhances the cars already excellent handling, and a Tarox "Big Brake" 10 piston caliper system brings the speed demon an efficient standstill.

After a thorough inspection of the newcomers car, Uzer’s offers an associate's position within the Feroci franchise. As the four walk inside to iron out the details. Dal says to the new guy, "Why don’t you take your helmet off? You're amongst friends now."

The 6'5", slender frame slouches his shoulders a bit, and takes off the helmet, revealing his facial features for the first time.

Uzer’s, Dal, and Alvin are astonished. "Dude, we thought you were dead!"

The kid is back.