[b][h2][center]Joel Nicolosi[/center][/h2][/b]

Music from the hauler’s ample sound-system continued to play and sitting in the car Joel paid no mind to the sound of helicopter rotors. They were at an airport after all. In front of him there was a small tablet mounted on the dash. His hands lightly held the steering wheel while thumbs moved over the small array of buttons and toggles built into the costly component. The steering wheel alone cost more than his Jeep [i]with its various add-ons[/i]. Hooked up directly to the car’s electronic control module the screen before him responded to the various commands from his fingers. Brake temp, ignition timing, exhaust temperature and a myriad of other information flowed on the screen before him. His dad leaned over in the cockpit watching. 

One of the problems with having a special built engine from Japan was just that, [i]it was from Japan[/i] and so was its accompanying diagnostic software. None of the components were meant for distribution outside of Japan. Joel’s dad, an old school tuner himself, looked on quizzically and shook his head. “Glad you can read all that.” He said with a chuckle.

“I can’t read it all,” Joel said with a grin, “Just the important bits.” He didn’t consider himself fluent in Japanese, but looked at it more like the code from the [i]Matrix[/i]. As the information passed by he knew certain things meant “Suspension” or “Engine Sensors” and when he looked at the numbers and the accompanying diagrams he knew when he was on the right track. Nissan organized their information in fairly logical and intuitive way when it came to their performance technology. He looked up in the mirrors to make sure everyone was clear of the exhaust. One of Tommy’s former linemen gave him the go ahead to fire it up. The fuel pump primed instantly in the green on his display and he [url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fnYHZLW3Hm0]held the ignition down[/url] noting the background sound of a helicopter seemed exceptionally close.

The engine hummed loudly like an angry hornet and Joel watched the display intensely as he gave it a few quick revs. The tachometer display reacted like a flick of the wrist with only a flex of his toe. Everything was in the green, aside from the tire temperature. The outside air had cooled them from sitting still. He glanced over at the extra sets they had stacked up all secure in their warming jackets. They’d be practicing pit stops once the car was warmed up and both he and Tommy had done a few laps. 

Listening to the blissful sound of eight small cylinders responding to the lightest movement of his foot and staring at the diagnostic screen, Joel at first didn’t notice his dad’s hand nudging him at the shoulder, but a more firm push broke him from his trance. He looked up to see the man shouting over the sound of the exhaust, “Somebody’s here to see you!”  

It took Joel a moment to come out of his happy place and lean forward to look past his dad. At first he didn’t even notice the woman standing right in front of him, but instead looked at Tommy very diplomatically meeting a small delegation near the helicopter. [i]What the hell is he up to?[/i] Was his first thought before he locked eyes back with Marlin, slightly dumbfounded. His dad gave him a look of [i]are you going to get out of that thing or what?[/i] It was a stern glance Joel was accustomed to since childhood that normally accompanied situations where he needed to move, [i]now[/i]. He shut the engine down.

[i]Hey, seems we bump into each other again[/i]

“Huh?” Joel said slowly making his way back to the world of normal civilized conversation. He was climbing out of the car. “Oh, Hey, yea… what’s up, chicky? You kinda surprised me. Wasn’t expecting visitors.” 

[b]Joel's playlist #5[/b]
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