Crazy Buck

"This place is wonderful!"
We stood on the Equestria Grand Naval Pier off the eastern coast, and overlooked the shining sea, and the ESS Marizona battleship. With four big cannons, and a couple AA cannons, it was designed to fuck shit up. It had been stationed in Horsigan during the war, and was reassigned to the Canterlot port when the war treaties were being signed, and the zebras were disarmed. It became monument on the Royal Navy Pier. It was a beautiful sight, just like the view of the old city and it's waterfalls. This was why I hadn't moved to Horsigan nor Manehattan, the classic spires, and buildings, all at the top of a mountain was better than the mountains of Horsigan and the grey buildings of Manehattan. Viola stood on her hind legs, with her hooves on tue railing, and she wore a white sun dress with sunflowers on it, and a sunflower tucked behind her ear.
"Don't you think?" She turned her head to look at me in ernest.
"It's wonderful mad- I mean Viola." I was slightly embarrassed at my mistake, but she giggled before dropping off the rail, and trotting up to me.
"Is there something wrong?" She gazed into my eyes and I met her gaze, and grinned.
"I'm just distracted is all." She pecked me on the cheek and chirped, "Now, let's get something to eat."

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Credits to my readers and my friends MM and Silverstreak
Crazy Buck

I was stuffed, and she was too. Lucky for us, we still had time to get her to band practice, so we got into the car, as Quasimoto's Low Class Conspiracy began playing on the radio. She fell asleep as we passed under Canterlot's waterfalls on highway 39. We arrived as she awoke, and I opened the car door for her as she winked at me, and went inside.
"Hey, she's pretty cute. She single?" I turned to look at the grinning blue buck.
"I don't know if we're an item, but I am pretty stupid." His grin faltered slightly as he said, "Damn."
"I want you to race for me." He gave me a determined stare as he spoke.
"Ok, I'll, not do it." He looked hopeful with how slow I spoke, then I smashed it, and he glared at me.
"Don't fuck with me man, I'm serious." He seethed.
"I need you to teach my driving school a lesson." He stated.
"Why me?" I asked.
"Because you drive like a dead griffin I knew." He said in a low voice.
"He was a private eye with what everypony nicknamed the Albino Baracuda. He called her Shannon." He looked on with a far away look, and I could only say one thing, "Dude, you gotta get layed."
"No shit!" His shout made passing folk stare at us as if we were crazy, but he ignored them.
"Take a ride with me. I'll make it worth your while." He gestured to a beefy offroad spec Bel Air with big tires, and staggered wheels as he spoke.
"No way dude." I said.
"How does five thousand bits sound?" I considered this, and my busted LS400, and nodded.
"Alright." He grinned and chirped, "Alright, let's go." We got in the car, which had the interior looking as if it was supposed to be in space, and I felt myself sink into the bucket seat. The car's pick up showed me why there were bucket seats.
"You're gonna be racing against the seniors of this school, in the Cuda I told you about." He shouted.
"What!" I was utterly confused.
"I wanna see if it's true!" He had to shout over the engine, as we drove.
We arrived at Luna speedway. It was a big course that started on an uphill straight, that ended with a left hairpin, then a short straight into a ninety degree right turn into a left curve into a hairpin right, followed by three S curves that ended in a circle back to the finish. It was surrounded by trees, and had a vast parking lot of drift missiles and other styles of cars.
"I'll be following the pack in my R34." He said as he killed the engine, and walked me over to a tarp covered car. I yanked the tarp, and saw recaro bucket seats in the front of the white beauty. It had S.E.V. Marchal fog lights beside it's four eyes, and everything was clean and polished. The gauges were stock, other than the speedometer, which was a black screen. The interior was black, and other than the bucket seats, and roll cage, it looked natural.
"You like it?" What he asked was an understatement, this car gave me the nostalgic feeling of seeing an old friend, and when he hoofed me the keys, it felt like they were supposed to be there.
"Yeah, I do." I stated with conviction as I stared.
I unlocked the door, and got inside. I felt as if I was supposed to be there as I gripped the wheel in my hooves. I fired up the 426, and popped the hood to see the polished Hemi orange block with the four barrel carburetor. It had twin turbos, that crazy griffin put twin turbos.

I closed the hood, and stepped into the car. I closed the door, and engaged the stage 3 clutch as I drove forward. The wood on the interior was replaced with polished redwood, and the black ball shifter was comfortable in my right hoof. I drove the rumbling V8 to the track entrance, and at the back of the pack of cars from a Honda NSX, an R33, a Supra MK3, an FD RX-7, and an S15.
Speedy pulled up behind me, and the car moved like a phantom as I drove it to the back of the pack. The lights dropped, as I revved my car into it's peak, at 8000 rpm, before taking off uphill. I passed the NSX and FD before we hit the hairpin, and I took the Supra on the outside. The race had only begun as we hit the second straight, and the Supra began to catch up.

MF DOOM Lavender Buds
Credits to my readers and my friends MM and Silverstreak