Altered Tundra
Dion
Festive
FourtyTwo
Hey Im Jordan
Totally oblivious to what Ross had did with Ellie, Kimberly eyed the unmistakable Japanese car pulling up next to her. Leaning against the dark green Mustang, she saw her husband and Ellie emerge from the car. A smile formed on her face as she saw her husband once again. But, she remained cool, and watched some other cars come in as well. There were cars like a very nice Corvette Z06, a Mitsubishi Evo IX, and a Subaru BRZ that definitely sounded like it was swapped. The racing scene had come such a long way since Kimberly had first joined it. Back then it was just her and whatever imports and domestics people could get their hands on. But now, big competitors were coming in, and the racing scene had become so large that subgroups had started to develop. There were the drag racers that were on 1320Video, drifters that were on smaller channels, and then there was them. Arguably the most selfish racers in the entire scene, the people that still bobbed and weave through traffic and made a ruckus out of the streets of Los Angeles.
People started to pop the hoods of their car to reveal what was underneath the hood of their cars. Kimberly wouldn't have dared to do something like that especially with the newest addition to her garage. The song changed as the parking lot began to get even more packed. All of these people would be competing in the race today, the free-for-all race. She hoped her supercharged V8 could keep up with these cars. Sure, her car was pretty light, but she feared her car would have trouble getting traction and getting around corners. It wasn't as nimble as her imports, that was for sure. The weight of the car, plus Kimberly, was somewhere in the three thousand pound range. Hopefully she was able to keep it steady and figured out the optimal angles to get the car around.
Her big ol' glasses helped her see the drivers of each vehicle better, and in turn helped her evaluate the talent that she'd be surrounded by. She wanted a better idea of what she was going up against. People could have fast cars, but if they couldn't handle it then there was no use in owning such a car. Experienced drivers, like Kimberly, were able to tell if someone knew what they were doing most of the time. Sometimes there was an exception, but the chances of that happening were slim. Looking around, Kimberly could see a lot of fresh faces, and that boded well for the experienced racers. Hell, she made a mental bet that some people were already looking down on her for bringing such an old car. They were going to pay for their insolence. She whipped people even with the cute little junker she started off with, and she wasn't afraid to take on people with her Mustang.
Ellie felt a warm kiss on her cheek and looked at Ross. "Uh, lad, you've got a wife. C'mon now." Ellie chuckled, "You had your chance years ago." She exited the car and put on her sunglasses, taking in the environment. People were walking around, bringing their kids and pets and spouses and everything like that. It was a fun environment to be in. Everyone was taking in the cars around them. There seemed to be a wide variety too. More than she had seen in one place since the festival back in the United Kingdom. There were cars that only came out a few months ago, and there were cars way older than she was. According to what she had heard, all of these cars would be participating in a city-wide scramble and whoever crossed the line first would receive a nice prize.
She broke off from Ross and Kimberly and started to roam around by herself. She was much harder to recognize with her sunglasses on, and she intended to keep it that way to avoid drawing too much attention from the amazing vehicles parked here. She was seeing stuff she would've never seen in Canada or in England. Turbos with a car attached to it, little roadsters with big ol' V8s stuffed inside, and cars that were made from scratch. Ellie stayed a moment to look at a silver Evolution IX, which had an incredibly clean and pretty setup. Both in the engine bay and when it came to the aesthetic. The car was clean, from its carbon fiber hood all the way down to the 17" Volk TE37s and Advan AD08Rs that embraced them. The girl that drove it wasn't too bad either.
Walking past, the music got louder but the cars got shittier. She started to see some really regular looking cars. There was a Ford Escort just sitting there minding its own business, as well as a regular looking Honda Civic. Ellie didn't look at those much - failing to see that the Ford Escort packed a BMW six-cylinder and the Honda Civic being lighter than a feather with a 2.4 liter engine. The sightseeing was almost over as Ellie took in every car that she wanted to see. She was sure that'd she'd be able to see the cars again once the race actually started. Hopefully they'd be behind her and Ross, though.
About half an hour later, the starting grid for the cars were set. The way the cars were gonna start was gonna be a mess, which was why the fences were being pulled away to allow for a more creative approach to start the race. Everyone was in their cars and ready to go. They were just waiting for the song to start playing so that they could get racing. The destination was at the top of a parking garage near LAX. First person there would receive a handsome prize. Fortunately, there were prizes for people finishing all the way up to seventh place. Kimberly hoped that she'd be able to take first, though.
The V8 underneath the hood of her Mustang idled, revving it twice to keep the engine warmer. The announcer stood on top of the DJ's equipment, which quite frankly annoyed her but she couldn't complain as she was set to make fucking bank after the gig. "Ready... set..." Kimberly put her car into gear, holding the clutch down and giving it enough gas so that she could launch the car forward. "...GO!" The song started playing and everyone started to scramble. Kimberly let go of the clutch and shot forward, keeping one arm on the steering wheel as she made her way to the exit on the other side of the parking lot. On the way, she was bobbing and weaving around cars. A couple of them had already crashed and eliminated themselves from the race. Embarrassing.
People started to pop the hoods of their car to reveal what was underneath the hood of their cars. Kimberly wouldn't have dared to do something like that especially with the newest addition to her garage. The song changed as the parking lot began to get even more packed. All of these people would be competing in the race today, the free-for-all race. She hoped her supercharged V8 could keep up with these cars. Sure, her car was pretty light, but she feared her car would have trouble getting traction and getting around corners. It wasn't as nimble as her imports, that was for sure. The weight of the car, plus Kimberly, was somewhere in the three thousand pound range. Hopefully she was able to keep it steady and figured out the optimal angles to get the car around.
Her big ol' glasses helped her see the drivers of each vehicle better, and in turn helped her evaluate the talent that she'd be surrounded by. She wanted a better idea of what she was going up against. People could have fast cars, but if they couldn't handle it then there was no use in owning such a car. Experienced drivers, like Kimberly, were able to tell if someone knew what they were doing most of the time. Sometimes there was an exception, but the chances of that happening were slim. Looking around, Kimberly could see a lot of fresh faces, and that boded well for the experienced racers. Hell, she made a mental bet that some people were already looking down on her for bringing such an old car. They were going to pay for their insolence. She whipped people even with the cute little junker she started off with, and she wasn't afraid to take on people with her Mustang.
Ellie felt a warm kiss on her cheek and looked at Ross. "Uh, lad, you've got a wife. C'mon now." Ellie chuckled, "You had your chance years ago." She exited the car and put on her sunglasses, taking in the environment. People were walking around, bringing their kids and pets and spouses and everything like that. It was a fun environment to be in. Everyone was taking in the cars around them. There seemed to be a wide variety too. More than she had seen in one place since the festival back in the United Kingdom. There were cars that only came out a few months ago, and there were cars way older than she was. According to what she had heard, all of these cars would be participating in a city-wide scramble and whoever crossed the line first would receive a nice prize.
She broke off from Ross and Kimberly and started to roam around by herself. She was much harder to recognize with her sunglasses on, and she intended to keep it that way to avoid drawing too much attention from the amazing vehicles parked here. She was seeing stuff she would've never seen in Canada or in England. Turbos with a car attached to it, little roadsters with big ol' V8s stuffed inside, and cars that were made from scratch. Ellie stayed a moment to look at a silver Evolution IX, which had an incredibly clean and pretty setup. Both in the engine bay and when it came to the aesthetic. The car was clean, from its carbon fiber hood all the way down to the 17" Volk TE37s and Advan AD08Rs that embraced them. The girl that drove it wasn't too bad either.
Walking past, the music got louder but the cars got shittier. She started to see some really regular looking cars. There was a Ford Escort just sitting there minding its own business, as well as a regular looking Honda Civic. Ellie didn't look at those much - failing to see that the Ford Escort packed a BMW six-cylinder and the Honda Civic being lighter than a feather with a 2.4 liter engine. The sightseeing was almost over as Ellie took in every car that she wanted to see. She was sure that'd she'd be able to see the cars again once the race actually started. Hopefully they'd be behind her and Ross, though.
About half an hour later, the starting grid for the cars were set. The way the cars were gonna start was gonna be a mess, which was why the fences were being pulled away to allow for a more creative approach to start the race. Everyone was in their cars and ready to go. They were just waiting for the song to start playing so that they could get racing. The destination was at the top of a parking garage near LAX. First person there would receive a handsome prize. Fortunately, there were prizes for people finishing all the way up to seventh place. Kimberly hoped that she'd be able to take first, though.
The V8 underneath the hood of her Mustang idled, revving it twice to keep the engine warmer. The announcer stood on top of the DJ's equipment, which quite frankly annoyed her but she couldn't complain as she was set to make fucking bank after the gig. "Ready... set..." Kimberly put her car into gear, holding the clutch down and giving it enough gas so that she could launch the car forward. "...GO!" The song started playing and everyone started to scramble. Kimberly let go of the clutch and shot forward, keeping one arm on the steering wheel as she made her way to the exit on the other side of the parking lot. On the way, she was bobbing and weaving around cars. A couple of them had already crashed and eliminated themselves from the race. Embarrassing.
