Crazy Buck

I looked to the Supra, and saw the black griffin in the driver's seat. He passed me, and began to catch the R33. I out braked him, and went outside in on the ninety degree right turn, and passed the R33. We took on the left curve above 100 miles per hour, and I dropped down to 60 mph, and hit the hairpin. On the S curves, the car slid, and I hit 90 to 110 mph on the first and second S curves. The Supra caught up, and passed me on the outside. On the circle, I reached 180 mph, before dropping to 120 at the end. I crossed the line at 200 mph, and passed the Supra at the end of the turn. I dropped to third gear, and slid around the hairpin. The wheels spun as I stomped down on the gas, and began pulling away from the pack with the Supra hot on my bumper. I drifted around the right hairpin, and drove faster and faster as I drove around the left curve. The Supra was beside me, and both of our rear ends began to slide out. I pushed the car harder and harder, but so did he. We finally reached the tight S turns, and I angled the car to drive straight through the center of them, and pulled away from the Supra. I finished at 210 miles per hour, and slammed on the brakes. Silverstreak finished in the back with his stock R34, and the Supra driver walked up to my window. I rolled it down, and he spoke, "You drive like my father, who are you?"
"Fluke Wrenchturn." I said.
"You're Chance Wrenchturn's kid?" He looked astonished.
"You knew my mom?" I asked.
"My dad did some work for her when he was a private eye, and they became drinking buddies."
"I'm Oliver Henry Hellfire the third." He reached in and shook my hoof and grinned with bright ocean blue eyes.
"So, you've met my prodigy." Silverstreak spoke as he trotted up.
"Yes sir." I said.
"He's got a lot to learn. Here's your money." He hoofed me an envelope, and I opened it to find my money. I hoofed Silverstreak the keys, as I stepped out of the car, and he hoofed them back and said, "You still gotta drive us back to the concert hall." So we got in, and I drove it back.

Pnau, With You Forever

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

"Hey, have fun, and enjoy free tuition from the racing school." Speedy grinned, and took off, and I went back to the Mercedes. I then drove to the front of the concert hall, got out, and opened the door for Viola, and closed it before getting back into the car, and driving away. When we got around the corner, she climbed up front, and kissed me on the cheek.
"Hey Fluke." she chirped.
"Hello." I said.
"What'd you do while I was playing, you smell like high octane fuel." She said after taking a whiff.
"A buck named Speedy Silverstreak made me a deal to race for him for five thousand bits." I said with a grin at the thought of pushing the Cuda to the edge.
"Which car did you race?" She asked with eyes full of wonder, and anticipation.
"A twin turbo, six speed, 71 Hemi Cuda."
"That's crazy!" She yelped.
"It worked!" I exclaimed as we turned onto the freeway.

That night, Speed(Cardshuffle), and I hung out, and cruised around in her 1987 Toyota Corona MKII with an 18rg engine swap. "Is she cute," she chirped as we left the speed shop with the part for my car. "Yeah," I said with a grin. "That's good you uptight bastard, you need someone who can make you happy," she quipped. "Sorry about Sunday, and thanks again for driving me to the speed shop," I said before we stopped at a stop light, and I gave her a hug. We took off, and drove to my house, and that's when Speed turned to me and asked, "Do you still have your mom's Roadrunner?" "I haven't touched it since her accident," I said, downcast at the thought. "That's good, you're gonna need it some day." Her mood had turned serious quickly, and I stepped out of the car, and grabbed the part for my car, and went to the garage, where I had moved my car, and had stored my mom's '73 Roadrunner. It was under a dusty tarp beside my tool chest.
I finished the job, and decided to run the Plymouth. I pulled what looked like a house key with the Roadrunner carved into it. I yanked the tarp and gazed at it's dusty form. It had the blue sky paint job, and had a 426 six pack hemi from 1971, and coilover springs and racing shocks. It had 4 wheel, slotted rotor, four piston, disc brakes, staggered black Work VSXX rims, and it sat four inches lower than stock. The transmission was a seven speed sequential shift with a limited slip differential. The body was fiberglass, and the adjustable rear lip spoiler was carbon fibre. It had a stunt roll cage, and a custom drop zone for the engine, designed by my mom for safety. She was a famous touring car driver, and an aspiring engineer, and in her later years, this had become her weapon. I would run it occasionally to keep it working, and I would even perform maintenance when it required it. Recaro bucket seats, harnesses, and a sparco steering wheel was apart of the professional interior weight reduction, and the gauges were replaced my a screen from a digital one from Autometer. It had twin turbos and 760 hp. I got inside and fired it up, and it greeted me like an old friend as the engine roared to life. I was sure that Speedy would have a field day with me if he had heard about this car, and what it could do. I let it run for five minutes before cutting it off, and covering it up again. I turned off the lights in the garage, and went inside to get some sleep.

Lavender Buds MF DOOM

Credits to my readers and my friends MM and Silverstreak, thanks.