Kimberly walked around curiously, taking a close look at what the gearheads of Britain had to offer. She knew about those riced out Peugeots and Golfs and Fiestas around, but she knew that a scene like this would attract a lot more. Every country had an underground scene that offered a lot of generous sights to see. Like a year ago when she went on an adventure to Australia. They had quite the bit of saloons and sedans that were tricked out beyond belief. Tastefully too! Kimberly wished she was back in Australia, but she was here now. She was hoping to find something that really caught her eye. The brunette sort of had an underlying feeling that there was an entire section filled with the type of cars she was looking for. She just had to keep walking and walking past the numerous abominations and sorry excuses of cars that were parked here. These definitely weren't contenders. No way in hell. Kimberly had a big respect for Peugeots but this was just embarrassing. She was sorry that these cars had a rally lineage but came all this way to have... that. Big, fake, plastic wings that didn't give work for a damn. Kimberly took another turn and found a more impressive lineup of cars. She saw Evos, she saw M3 GT-S's, she saw many proper petrolhead cars that were worth taking a look at for more than just a quick second. Kimberly saw an Audi RS4 with its hood open coming up, and when she walked past she saw that it was packing some serious firepower. There were two turbos strapped to that V8, definitely giving it quite a punch. Next to that was a twincharged E60 M5, that had some firepower too. Kimberly's heart was starting to pound from sheer excitement. Was this it? Was she coming closer to the mecca of machines for Britain? Kimberly was super eager, a grin splitting her lips as she stepped into another sublevel of some sort.

This. This sublevel was a loading area of sorts, but in it were some of the most beautiful machines that Kimberly had ever laid her eyes on. There were plenty of already serious contenders here. This was probably the most prestigious out of all the cars here. One car that particularly caught her eye was a deep purple 993 Porsche 911 Carrera GT2. It was outfitted with a complete [url=http://www.speedhunters.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/09/IMG_9092_pjv3_0.jpg]RWB[/url] bodykit, wheels and all. Kimberly couldn't help but to step in to take a closer look. She took a quick glance at the engine, examining it. This definitely packed some SERIOUS firepower to it. It was like two turbos had an engine attached to them. These were contenders. This Porsche was probably pushing 700+ horsepower, more horsepower than all those rice rockets up there combined. The GT2 wasn't even a common version of the 993 Carrera, but the fact that it was here meant that whoever owned this car knew their stuff. Speaking of the owner, Kimberly felt a tap on her shoulder and jumped a bit, shrieking before looking to her left, where a lady stood next to her.

"Can I help you?" She asked curiously, wondering what Kimberly was doing getting entranced in her car's work. The woman seemed to have a very thick Scottish accent, but it was soft and high pitched. 

"Is this your car?" Kimberly replied, hoping that it was so she wasn't the only serious female gearhead in the area.

"Yeah... why do you ask?"

"I was just looking at it to see what it packed. You've got quite a set-up here." Kimberly remarked, leaning in closer to examine it further. This all looked custom made and fabricated by hand. Could it be that this was a homemade build?

"Oh? Is that so? Well everything besides the turbo and the engine itself is hand built or specifically catered." The woman continued to go into further detail about her car, Kimberly understanding every single word of it because what kind of gearhead would she be if she didn't, before she was snapped into attention again, "What do you drive?"

Kimberly took a while to remember the car she drove, before she regained total focus. "Oh. I drive a Skyline GT-R. R34" Kimberly said, smiling.

The woman in front of her grinned, "Oh, so that was you up there with the Subaru? That's your car?"

Kimberly only nodded, "How did you know?"

The woman smirked, "Because we can see all of you from down here. Why didn't you come find us sooner? Cars like yours don't deserve to be with the ricers. Neither does the Subaru." 

Kimberly looked to the side, "Well... I didn't even know this area existed..." She laughed sheepishly, before rubbing her arm.

"Not from the area then?" The woman laughed, before sighing, "Just kidding. I could tell you weren't British just by the way you wore your clothes. I'm Joanne by the way." Joanne said, before reaching out her hand for Kimberly to shake

Kimberly shook her hand, before reciprocating the introduction. Joanne was a woman around the same height as Kimberly, she had the deepest hazel eyes Kimberly had ever seen and brown hair a few shades lighter than Kimberly's. 

"Come, let me show you around." Joanne said, taking Kimberly's hand dragging her out to the middle. Kimberly saw cars that weren't even out yet, or had no business being in Britain. Such as the 2016 Ford GT, Corvette Z06 (C7), a couple Ferrari 488 GTBs, a Lamborghini Aventador, and Ross's favorite car in the world, a McLaren P1. There were a few other souped up sports cars, but those were the ones that caught Kimberly's eyes the most. "You're participating in the race tonight, right?" 

Kimberly nodded, "So is the Subaru." 

Joanne smirked, "Then why are you guys up there? You should be down here! Everyone down here is in the race. They're all pushing 700+ horsepower." A Porsche 918 pulled in a few moments after Joanne finished her statement. It was in a beautiful black and at this point Kimberly was just in utter awe. "Whoever got you into this race needs to get their shite together. Didn't you know this was where all the participants go?" 

Kimberly shook her head, before she checked her watch.

"You need to get your arse back up there and park that Skyline and Subaru in here. We're starting in a few." Joanne warned, before she tapped the roof of her Porsche. "By the way, good luck. I don't know the next time I'll see you anyway." Joanne winked, "But you'd best be getting your arse up there right now." 

Kimberly nodded and started to head her way back up, "Thank you!" 

There was no indication of acknowledgement from Joanne, which was fine considering she was taking a seat in her Porsche and chilling. Kimberly walked back up hastily to get back to her Nissan. Those cars struck some fear in her. She hadn't raced since she had her daughter, and she hadn't had any time to polish any of her racing skills which concerned her greatly. She passed the Audi yet again, before turning the corner back to Ricer alley. She could see her car in the distance along with her husband, just before she was interrupted by a chav stepping in front of her. 

"Hey there, lass." The chav said, adjusting his adidas cap, before motioning for his mate to come over, "This is the Skyline girl, yeah?" 

The chav's buttbuddy only nodded.

"Lass... you know you've got quite an ass on you, yeah?" The chav said, putting his hands on Kimberly's waist. Kimberly was only focused on her car.

"Mmm... I'd fuck your arse for days..." The chav laid hands on Ross's property, and that was when Kimberly cut him off. 

"Nope." She said stripping his arms from her ass, "Not ever." 

The chav tried putting his hands on her again but before he could he was met with a punch square on a jaw which laid him out. This was all in the view of her husband, who she hoped wouldn't do anything since Kimberly proved time and time again she could handle herself in any situation of any sort. Before she could do anything else she was met by a punch in the face and that sort of gave her a nosebleed and a slight bruise on her cheek. Kimberly got sort of mad and punched him straight back, breaking his nose before he lied down and screamed in pain. Kimberly wiped away her bloody nose before walking back to Ross. "They're not gonna sue. No way they'll admit to me kicking their ass." She smiled, before wiping more blood away from her nose. "Do I still look okay?" She asked, trying to keep any more blood from dripping out of her nose. She waved off the previous statement, "But anyway, we need to get our asses down to the loading dock. All the race participants are down there, and believe me. It's a fucking carousel of cars." She said, before pulling out the keys to her GT-R and entering her. Kimberly took a moment to roll down her window and indicate for Ross to follow her. Kimberly's Skyline revved loudly, signaling to get the fuck out of her way or eat Japanese metal. She drove slowly back the way she came from, making approximately three right turns before finding herself in the loading dock again. Every single person in there looked up as the headlights of the Skyline reflected off the car in front of it. 

Kimberly slowly drove in and turned right, before putting it into reverse and turning off the car. Joanne was the first to greet Kimberly with a hug, before backing off and wondering why exactly she had a slight bruise on her cheek. Joanne dismissed it. "You weren't kidding about the Skyline." Joanne remarked, before she saw the Subaru pull in. "What's your relation to the Subaru?" Joanne asked curiously, looking at it as it parked itself. It looked so out of place but then again so did Kimberly's Skyline. Kimberly smiled, "He's my husband." Joanne smiled, before making a cutesy noise. "Kids?" She asked curiously. Kimberly held up one finger, "Just a girl so far. One and a half years old." Joanne oohed, before making one more remark. "Wouldn't have taken you for a mother. Your figure is way too incredible and your face is just soo young!" Kimberly blushed, "Oh stop it." She said, smiling before her husband disembarked from the car. As Kimberly went to greet her husband, Joanne squinted and made out Ross. She walked over to see who exactly this man was and what he looked like. Maybe from this she could figure out what their babies would look like. As she walked in even closer, he looked awfully familiar. Really familiar. It could be mistaken identity. As Kimberly planted a kiss on his cheek, she looked at Joanne. "Oh yeah. Ross this is Joanne, Joanne this is Ross." Joanne seriously remembered him, but she couldn't figure out from what. She figured it was just her being dumb. "Nice to meet you."