Crazy Buck

Pnau, With You Forever

Credits to Vinyl Scratch, and her R32 for inspiration, and thanks to my friend MM.
Special thanks to my readers, and my lawyer for nonspecific reasons. Thank good automotive engineers for damn good cars, and down with ricers.
Enjoy!

Crazy Buck

510 horsepower. It's a bit much, but I manage it with coilover springs, racing shocks, an angle kit, shock tower braces, and lower suspension and steering braces. I painted them matte black to look apart of the car, and not raise suspicion to my clients or anyone else. I'm a courier, and a driver for hire. Kinda like the transporter, but legal. I Drive a musician around during the day, and deliver packages, and messages during the night. I had just finished my list for the day on the car. It was still Saturday, and after changing the oil, installing an H.I.D. kit, and installing some black ESR SR01 rims, I was bored. I just sat and stared at my champagne colored car and thought of what the dumb asses at night would do with it, and a small part of me longed to do the same, and I shook my head to clear the thought, before looking at my watch. It was 6:21 p.m., and Luna was raising her moon. I sat in awe as I gazed at the beautiful shades of orange, reds, and pink in the sunset. I lived up in a suburban neighborhood called Velvet hills, in Canterlot. It was a normal grid style neighborhood with houses from the 70s. My mother, Chance Wrenchturn was in the Equestrian military, and helped prevent the balefire bomb crisis, and end the war. She bought this house brand new, and gave it to me when I turned twenty-one. I'm thankful that the Crystal Empire found more fossil fuels, and helped stop the conflict, otherwise it would probably be like that videogame, Fallout Equestria. These thoughts occupied me until my cousin, Speed Cardshuffle, landed on my driveway. "Hey Fluke," she chirped. "Hey Speed," I greeted cheerfully. She hugged me, and I hugged back before we pulled apart, and she asked, "How's it going?" "It's going well, but I still miss my mom," I stated with a sigh. "Want to hang out, and get your mind off of it," she asked. "Sure, let's take a ride."

I got sparco pleather bucket seats for the front to match the interior, and kept the rest of the interior, except for the seats, manual gear lever and clutch pedal for the custom transmission I installed. The shift was smooth, and in the corner of my eye, I saw Speed relax into the seat. The car cornered like a big go cart as I drove out of the neighborhood, and the dual exhaust system made the engine sound good, but quiet. We drove down the straight 22nd street until we reached the curvy uphill road of 24th street, about a quarter of a mile down the street, and stopped at a hayburger, joint that overlooked Canterlot, just as the sun disappeared beyond the horizon, and went inside to eat. I had noticed four bucks crowded around an 180sx, as well as a 1997 Subaru Legacy which sounded turbocharged, and a 1996 Acura Integra LS with what sounded like a K20 under the hood. We sat at a booth, and began going through the menu, before the waitress appeared, and asked us what we wanted to drink. I asked for a Sparkle Cola, and so did Speed.

We watched as the kids shut off their cars and heard their rowdy shouts as they entered. "That Lexus was sick," one shouted. "It was nothing compared to my S13," yelled another. "My Integra could take that thing," the third said. The fourth, a griffin, stayed quiet, and the group looked at him, grinning to their ears, "What do you think Olly," the second asked. "I think I want to take my Subaru, and have my dad help me fix the air conditioning before going back up the mountain and writing," the grey griffin responded in a fairly low voice, as if to avoid disturbing the other dining folk. "Awe come on, you know what I mean," the second shouted. "In that case, no, I couldn't," he said. "why not," the third one asked. "Because that's a proper all motor build he's got, plus those shocks and suspension were stiff enough to tell me that they were for racing," Olly responded calmly.
"Whatever you say dude," the second one said.

I stopped paying attention to them and saw that our drinks had arrived. "Huh, I no longer feel hungry," I put quietly. "Me neither," Speed agreed when- "Look what we have here," the second buck with a Brownie on his flank maliciously spoke. "It's the looser with the-" SLAP! The buck was slapped in the back of the head by Olly, who was passing our booth with a wink. "What the hell," he shouted. "Oops, it appears I hit a dumbass," he chuckled. "Ha ha, real funny," the buck seethed before turning back to us and saying, "I want to race you." "I'm not a child, I don't street race," I quipped. "T-ten thousand bits says you can't beat me," He sputtered. I laughed and took a sip of my Sparkle Cola and laughed some more. "No," I stated firmly. "What are you, a pussy," he shouted. "Oh no, an eight grade comeback, I'm so offended. I put a hoof in the air and said, "Check please," before the check appeared on the table, and I left the bits on the check, before Speed and I left the buck, who glared at us as we left, before yelling to us, "I will beat you in a race pal!"

Cage, In Stony Lodge

Credits to my readers, for their motivating views. Thank you for nothing Aurora Behavioral Healthcare Hospital. Thanks again MM, and OSR.
Check out Gang Starr if you get the chance. XD Bye now