The glowing sun rose over the country of Griffonstone, as another day began for the city; however, the same can't be said for a certain lanky stallion, who laid in his hotel, his mane slightly disheveled, after losing the race to Will, Accelerator and his friends, walked back to the stolen taxi cab, which of course had the plated pried off, courtesy of his pink employee, and drove back to their hotel, or rather, to an empty lot to leave the car, and then walk back to the five-story hotel.

Why, the former racer though to himself, as he lay in bed, the television in front of him playing some crime-drama. Accelerator wasn't sure why, but something about the race last night made him, losing the race, having his old title taken from him, being beat by someone so new at the game; why did this upset him so much? "This shouldn't matter to me," he assured himself, turning to the other side of the bed and looked out at the window, attempting to hide this feeling, but it was of no use, the irritation, the anger, the pain of losing his title, "but why am I so upset."

"You damn right you upset," the lanky stallion widened his eyes, and turned to find the source of the voice, only to see that it come from the television; more specifically, it came from a Zebra on the show that was playing, the zebra stallion was glaring at a blonde-mane mare wearing a suit, mascara running down her cheeks, "I'm angry, too," he shouted at her, "That corrupt motherbucker, is trying to go for mayor, of West Baltimare of all places! Shhheeeeeeiiitt, mare, you got every right to be upset!"

Heh, yeah the saddened stallion chuckled, laying back down and looking out into the window, which, unsurprisingly, had a door that would allow and winged species to enter through that way, but that mattered little to the former racer.
His concentration on the door was broken again when he heard a knock on his door, what now he lamented, "Who is it?"

"E.B.I open up!" a familiar voice on the other side yelled, demanding the stallion to open the door.

Slowly, the stallion rose from his bed, and walked over to the front door in a sluggish manner, What do the girls want? He looked out the peephole of the door, to see two smiling ponies with worried expressions,

"Its Rarity and Rainbow dash darling," Rarity announced, "We didn't see you at breakfast, is everything alright?"

Hearing her concerned question, the lanky stallion sighed heavily before replying, "Yeah, I'm fine," he lied to the two, hoping they would just leave him be, "I just wasn't hungry,"

"Cel'," Rainbow dash called to the stallion, nicknaming him, "Don't think I don't know when you're lying to me."

"But, I'm not Rain-"

"Bullshit!" she exclaimed irritably, in unfortunate earshot of a unicorn mother and her foal, clearing her throat to notify the two of their presence; the mother turned to the pegasus with an angered glare, causing the pegasus to chuckle sheepishly, "my bad..." the mother turned her nose up at the embarrassed pegasus and trotted away from the pair in a huff.

"Really smashing, Rainbow," Rarity said sarcastically, glaring at the mare

"Shut up," she exclaimed, and turned back to the door, "Anyways, I know you're lying, don't tell me you're just staying in there because of the race?"

As soon as the rainbow maned-mare brought up the race, the racers thought suddenly came back to him, I shouldn't care, I shouldn't care, he thought to himself repeatedly, hoping again this feeling would go away, "listen, rainbow," he began, "I don't care if I lost the race or not, I told you once already, I never wanted to be part of that life- if anything, I'm glad he took my title away from me," he turned from the door, and began walking back to the main room, to lay down, and watch more television, "I won't have to deal with that...that burden," he seemed to stutter before he said 'burden'.

Rainbow, was not just going to let the stallion sulk in his room, "Listen 'Cell'-" she began pounding on the door, causing the snow-white mare to look around with an embarrassed expression, hoping no one heard the mares loud bangs, "You can hold up in your room all day, but I won't let, that little bitch of a griffon got lucky, but- "

"If you're going to say to just go up to him, and challenge him, just stop," he told the pegasus rather bluntly

"But-"

Before the mare could continue, the door finally open, and in front of the two mares was a sullen looking stallion, his tired expression shown greatly on his face, "Dash, he has all of the bandanas,..."

"So?" she asked

The former racer sighed, "In the drag racing world, many of those who have different levels and ranks based on how well they drive, those who have only one bandana means they're newbies, or only just started getting into the scene, the more bandanas you have, the higher your rank; that's why the only way to increase your rank is to challenge those to a race, but you can only race those who have the same rank as you; ones against ones, and twos against twos, so one and so forth-"

"But darling," rarity soon spoke up, with a look of confusion on her face, "Why can't you just go up to him and challenge him for the things back?"

"Because I'm a lower class," he stated with an irritated tone, "after that race, he not only took my previous ranks but my title too, the only way to get back at him would be to do it all over again."

"Which is why we just buy a bandana and-" Rainbow suggested, only for the lanky stallion to yell at her, greatly irritated by her simple logic.

"Do you really think it's that easy, dumbass!" the two mares flinched at his words, for as long as they have known him, he was never on to insult, or at least swear at anypony, but for him to call them something so rude was almost alien to them, "I have nothing no rank, no title of my own-" he looked at the ground, his anger slightly simmering, "I can't just go back out there like its nothing, I can't just "buy another one", it's not that simple-" he faced his head back up at the two worried looking mares, "But like I said, I don't care, I'm glad I lost my title."

"But-!"

"Don't bother me anymore, okay," he told the mares with a saddened voice, "just, go to breakfast already." before either of the two could stop him, he slammed the door and walked back into his room, leaving behind two startled mares.

Rainbow dash could believe her eyes, she had never told the stallion, but in her early teen years, she'd always watched one of his races, on some of the old Equestrian internet chat-rooms, with great excitement; she'd admired the stallion as if he was her own father, even though she already had one, she saw Accelerator as a great father figure than her old man, she had always dreamt of the day of meeting him, signing his autographs on one of the bandanas she had burst from her local 'Trot Topic', secretly hoping to be one of his groupies, but she had always kept that as a secret.

But to see the stallion she had admired, somepony how she respected the hell out of, just give up his dreams like that, she understandably infuriated, she quickly turned away from the broken stallion's, door, and began walking towards one of the elevators with an anger expression, Rarity turned to her irritated friend, attempting to stop her, "Rainbow Dash?"

"You heard him Rarity," the rainbow-maned pegasus told the unicorn, with a low tone, "Let's just go, let the little bitch baby have his tantrum," she quickly pressed one of the arrow buttons on the wall next to the elevator, and in a matter of seconds, the door opened up and the angered pegasus, as well as the concerned white unicorn, entered the elevator without another word.

On the first floor of the hotel, many griffons, ponies, and other various species, were in the dining hall, grabbing their various breakfast dished from the self-serving line, and sitting down at one of the many tables with their friends, families, co-workers or by themselves.

Eating at one of the tables was a certain group of five ponies, and one dragon eating their various foods, while the ponies, being herbivores, simply ate toast, pancakes, cereal, and other wheat-based product, their dragon friend, gorged various strips of bacon, and a few donuts that were smeared with an amethyst-gem puree, and a small section of scrambled eggs.
As he ate, Applejack looked at the dragon with a cheeky smirk, "Well some pony sure is hungry" she inquired, although she was alright with her omnivorous friend's lifestyle, the sight of not just meat, but the mere consumption of it, still made her feel a little, off.

"Can you blame me," Spike said, taking another bite of his pork delights, "If their's nothing I love more in this world, bacon is just one of my favorite three B's!"

"Three B's?" the apple farmer asked

"Bacon, Boobs, and Babes," the drake explained in a rather lax tone,

Hearing that, Twilight cast a glare at the teen dragon, while Applejack and Pinkie began chuckling, "Spike!" she exclaimed, looking like she was about to reprimand her assistant,

"What," he said, with a perplexed tone, "I'm telling the truth."

"He's got ya there Twi," Applejack interjected wiping a few tears from her eyes, after the laughing fit.

Once Pinkie had calmed down as well, she stopped smiling immediately, and then began rubbing her chin, pondering, "Wait," she began, getting the attention from most of the group, "Wouldn't boobs, and babes go under the same thing?"
Before either Spike or Twilight could reply, the group noticed two familiar mares approaching them.

Once again, before Spike could ask the duo, he noticed that Rainbow Dash had an angered look on her face, a look that told him that their mission was not as successful, "I guess it didn't go well?" he asked, the rainbow-maned pegasus looking at the drake with a 'no-shit' kind of expression.

"He seemed very adamant about not leaving his room," Rarity stated with a dejected look.

"Hmph," rainbow dash huffed, "Let that sad sack stay in his room, maybe after he has his friggin' hissy fit, he can actually face us like a stallion," the irritated mare quickly got up and left to get her food from the line, leaving behind the concerned group.

"I thought Accelerator was alright with leaving the whole, drag racing thing behind," Spike stated, before eating another piece of bacon, talking in between his chewing, "I me'n, ishn't that what he shaid back at the bakery?"

"First of all," Rarity began, "Spike, please do not speak with your mouth full, especially not with meat in it," hearing the mare's plea, the teen dragon quickly chewed his food, and then proceed to swallow it quickly, smiling sheepishly at the mare, after that, she continued, "and secondly, you're right Spike," the unicorn admitted, "when we tried to get him out of his funk, he told us that, and I quote, "it finally felt good to have that burden leave him", but he seemed to stammer quite a bit before he said burden,"

"Maybe there's still a part of him that wants to keep doing this," Pinkie suggested, "Like even though he wanted to quit, something in his heart is telling him that, he should give it a second shot." Once the mare had finished, most of the patrons of the table looked at her with slightly surprised eyes, "What?" she asked, perplexed

"Ah'll be honest, I wasn't suspecting you of all ponies to guess that," she stated, "No offense,"

"None taken,"

"Anyway, it could be possible, Pinkie," Twilight agreed with the mare, who smiled at her, "Maybe there is a bit of an emotional connection,"

"I guess we'll find that out tonight once her leave here,"

"Or maybe, you'll find it sooner than you think," a new voice had suddenly entered the conversation, the group, as well as a Rainbow Dash who had come back from the line just in time to meet the pony, or rather, the griffon behind the voice, the griffon in front of them, was of a medium build, he was lanky, with well-combed feathers that, at the end of it, pointed out at the back of his neck; he wore a jaded-blue jacket, and underneath wore a white dress shirt, without the group noticing, he simply walked over to the Equestrians, while everyone was surprised by his appearance, Rainbow Dash, still irritated from a few moments ago, demanded why the griffon was here

"Who the hell are you !?" she questioned

"The griffon that'll help bring your friend some honor," he stated in a very serious tone, the griffon pulled out a chair and sat with the perplexed, yet cautious, group. Not waiting for another second, the griffon quickly introduced himself, "The name's Alfred," he stuck out his talons waiting for a handshake.

The mid-morning day continued on as many griffons, and other species alike, went about their day, whilst many tourists were simply walking around, talking in the Griffonstonian culture. At what looked to be a somewhat old mechanic shop, a taxi cab had stopped right in front, and once the car door of the vehicle open, four familiar faces stepped out of the car, "This is the place Al' talked about right?" a pink mare asked the lavender alicorn in front of her, who instinctively looked down back at the numbers that were written on a sheet of napkin.

"303 Ravenclaw Boulevard," she repeated, looking up at the emerald street signs to see she was correct, "Yep, this is the place," In front of the four cautious mares was well-known mechanic shop to the normal public, but to those who lived in the east side of Goldonia, it was something completely different. A while ago back at the hotel, after the mysterious griffon had presented himself and shook their hooves, he continued on with his introduction, he then said his last name that made many of the patrons of the table become slightly defensive.

Wait, you're his brother!? the rainbow-maned pegasus shouted, causing some ponies to look at her with confused stares after her outburst, Twilight quickly attempted to quiet the mare

"Unfortunately, yes," the griffon replied with a stoic look

Pinkie was the next to speak, giving the griffon a confused glare, "Wait, what do you mean by, 'unfortunately'?"

Before he began his explanation, Alfred sighed heavily with an annoyed expression, "My brother is a complete and utter embarrassment to the racing sport," he claimed, rather bluntly, "He may be the sec- or I guess now, best racer in the world," he quickly corrected himself, "But the way he uses it, just for the fame, the money-" he clenched his teeth in anger, "he doesn't deserve it."

"Then" Applejack began, "Why don't you just take it back from him?"

The griffon gave the mare an annoyed look, "Do you think I'm crazy enough to enter those kinds of competitions, Unlike my dad, may he rest in peace, and my dumbass brother, I'm not going to follow in their paw-steps, and risk my life for something so asinine!" after his rant, he took a sharp inhale, and then quickly exhaled, "but," he continued, "I'm not going to let your friend lose to someone like Will,"

"And if you're not goin' to enter the race, then what are ya plannin' to do?"

Opening the door with her magic, the quartet, entered the entry room of the shop and were greeted by a peppy young griffoness receptionist, wearing a light-blue dress shirt, "Hello there," she greeted, her eyes widen the moment she saw the princess, "how may I help you four today?" Twilight went up to the smiling griffoness, and repeated the same instruction from the griffon at the hotel-

Go to a garage shop called, Mama Auto's Mechanic Shop, there, go to the receptionist and ask her for a griffon hen by the name of Mildrid.

"Yes, We're to see a griffon by the name of Mildrid?"

"Hold on one second," the young griffoness told the young alicorn, who was seemingly calm at first, but the moment she picked up the phone and put the speaking end of the phone to her face, she began loudly whispering with an excited tone.

"Ma'am you're not going to believe this-" the receiving part of the phone began talking to the young griffon, likey asking about her excitement, "There is an actual princess in our shop-" the other end responded with a skeptical tone, "No I'm serious," she assured the other voice, "an actual celebrity, here, in fact, she was asking for you-" once again, the voice on the other end responded, "Alright then, goodbye," the griffoness, with the same elated expression on her face, put the phone back into the receiver, "Alright, Miss Mildrid will see you in a few minutes," she told the group, "just wait here for a bit-" the griffon pointed to a row of seats lined along the wall.

"Okay, thanks," Twilight thanked the smiling griffon and sat in the same row of seats where her friends were. After a few minutes had passed, with most of the girls reading various magazines, or just talking about what they had planned for the rest of their trip, the greyish-blue double doors perpendicular to the seats opened up, walking through, was an elderly griffon hen who wore a light-blue, and her head covered with a purple headscarf that had been dirtied with grease and oil.

Most of the group turned to the griffoness with relieved, welcoming smiles, while their cyan furred friend turned to the griffon hen with an indifferent expression, "You must be the princess Agatha's been talkin' about," she said, she, as well as the group, turning to the smiling and slightly embarrassed griffon hen, who quickly waved at the group, the Twilight as well as the other, returned to gesture, "Jus' follow me to the garage," she directed the four, "we'can talk about whatcha need," Mildrid turned back to the doorway, where various sounds of engines revving, working machinery, and other loud mechanical sounds could be heard even all the way through the hallway that connected the two rooms, Twilight, and the others soon followed her.
As they walked through the hall, Applejack couldn't help but look at the many framed pictures of the mechanic griffon hen when she was younger, her feather slightly more buoyant, and not as chubby as she was now; Applejack whistle in admiration of her long work at the shop, "Whew, looks like you been working with this place for a good while now,"

"It's my pride an' joy," she told the mare with a soft tone glance at her photos herself longingly, "It used to just be my pop's shop, but after I helped a few times in the garage, I started working here full time," after she said that, the door to the garage was a mere few inches away from the group, and without hesitation, the elderly hen opened the door to revile the garage, and the workers inside.

Many of the mechanics could be seen working on various cars in the shop, and some, apparently, even working on monster trucks, which could be seen, as two, bulky griffons were carrying a large engine for the giant vehicle, while most of the group was more glancing at a few of the more interesting, and large, vehicles that were inside the shop, a certain white unicorn began ogling the two bulky griffons, staring at the small bit of chest fur that stuck out of their jump-suits, "Mmm," the unicorn hummed, "I never fancied car-shops, but-"

"Rarity!" the unicorn turned to her friends, most of whom had entered the elderly griffoness office, Pinkie called out to the mare for attention, pointing at the door with an expression of bemused, annoyance.
Rarity giggled sheepishly as she entered the room with the rest of the group, Pinkie following her, behind.

While the size of her office was quite regular, the decorations she had hung about the wall gave it an almost, mother-goose type feeling. Several pictures of younger griffons, griffon cubs, possible her grandchildren; another framed picture, one was of the griffon hen, when she was younger, wearing a white wedding gown, and to her right, a lanky male griffon wearing a white wedding suit, the two had bits of cake and cake frosting on their face, and looked at one another longingly.

Sitting in her swivel chair behind her large, oak wood desk, the hen began talking to the group, asking them what brought them down here, and giving her usual spiel about, "Any need for an oil change", or, "You girls havin' any car trouble," the usual; but, before any of the girls could respond, the griffon got up from her seat and turned to revile to be a small portable stove, next to the stove a small holder of different tea's, and as for what sat on top of the small stove was a black kettle pot.
Mildrid grabbed a large water bottle from the same desk where the portable stove and the other objects sat and began pouring the water into the kettle, she then set the heat on the stove to high and turned back to face the slightly confused mares, waiting for her water to boil as she sat back down.

Without any hesitation, Twilight negated the hen's offers of car assistance, and got her he asking Mildrid, "We're actually not here for that," Twilight told the griffon, who cocked an eyebrow at the mare's statement, " We're because, of a certain someone,"

"A certin' someone?" Mildrid repeated with a questioning look.

"Do you know of a griffon by the name of, Alfred Talson?"

The griffoness eye's widened a bit at the mention of that name, "Little Al," she reminisced with a bit of a saddened look, "I haven't heard from him since the last time his dad came here-god rest his soul-" she said, putting her hands together in a little prayer.

"So you do know him," Twilight asked.

The old hen nodded before she got out of her swivel chair, and turned to the steaming kettle, "I still remember," she muttered to herself as she took the black kettle off the stove, and began to pour the drink in her teacup, once she was done, she set the kettle back on the stove and turned the heat off.
She sat back in her chair as she sipped from her cup, "I still remember the time he, his brother and his father used to come into my shop after every one of his games, right off the bat, I could tell he wasn't going to be that much of a car fanatic, unlike his brother who would just run around the shop looking at all the cars here, Alfred would just spend of his time sitting in the waiting room playing with his little gaming device, and waited until his father was done,"

"That sounds a lot like him," Pinkie commented, "he seemed really adamant about not joining the race,"

"Race?" Mildrid cocked her eyebrow in confusion, "What race?"

"That actually what we wanted to talk to you about," Twilight explained, "You see, have you ever heard of Accelerator,"

"The fastest racer alive," she remarked, "yes, I've heard of him,"

"Well, the thing is," the princess paused, unsure of how to explain it to the hen, "You see, he-"

"Lost a race to some son-of-a-bitch griffon and lost his title"The rainbow maned pegasus interjected abruptly, causing her to receive many glares from her friends as she slouched back in her chair.

"Rainbow!" the alicorn exclaimed at the frowning pegasus, before sighing deeply with a displeased expression and turning back to the griffon, "Sorry about that," she said, "but Rainbow is right, Accelerator has lost his title to a griffon named Will last night, and by the looks of it, he seemed really upset about it,"

At the mention of his name, Mildrid's eyes widened with a surprised look, "Really now," she said before taking another sip of her tea, "Hmm, I knew he was goin' to follow in his daddy's pawsteps, but I never expected him to beat Accelerator,"

"Which is why we came to you," Twilight stated, "Alfred told that we could possibly get us a new handkerchief for our friend,"

The elderly griffon's eyes widen at Twilight's words, "Get?" she repeated in an almost offended tone, as she chuckled a bit, "Princess Sparkle I don't just get any ol' scarf-" the hen quickly rose from her seat and turned to the curtains behind her-" I make'em," with a swift pull, Mildrid moved the curtain to reveal a rather large shelf filled with several handkerchiefs of various texture and colors ranging from singular to multi-color.

Most of the girls seemed, almost in awe at the mass collection of not just the handkerchief, but a large number of materials to do it as well, "Wow," Pinkie whispered as she gazed at the large self, "So, you made all these?" she asked with a raised tone.

"Ever since my pop handed this shop over to me, I've encountered a few, characters in my time," she explained, "From the usual family road trip to the novice biker, for as long as I've worked here many creatures have come an gone-" she turned back to the four mares, "hell, I was about forty or so years old, when these kids started that rule, so when word got out that the local mechanic that not only helps soup up cars but knits too, it didn't take too long for them to put it together and well, the rest is history,"

"I must say," Rarity began, "this is quite impressive," While most of the girls seemed to be somewhat impressed by the collection, Rainbow's irritated expression remained the same.

Looking over to the pegasus, Mildrid soon had a concerned, yet inquisitive expression on her face, "What's wrong there dearie?"

Rainbow scoffed, "I don't see why we're doing this, if that stallion wants to sit in his room all day and bitch and moan, then I say we let him wallow," her statement caused many disapproving glares, all of which she ignored, to be pointed at her.

"Rainbow Dash!" Rarity reprimanded loudly.

"Tch, you know I'm right," she rebutted, "You were with me when we tried to get him down for breakfast, he was acting like a-"

"Little bitch?" As if on command, everyone turned to the elderly griffon who had a worrisome expression. Despite her expression, however, she began to chuckle, "You know Ms. Dash, you remind a bit of Will, just from looking at you I can tell you are a mare who's always ready for action taking chances and whatnot, right?"

"Pretty much," Rainbow responded, slightly offended by the griffon hen's comparison.

"Will was always like that too, ambitious, high-octane, ready for anything-" her smile began to lower with a frown as she reminisced, "but while he's still somewhat ambitious, something changed about that kid after his father passed,"

"Changed," Twilight repeated with a curious expression. The hen sighed for a second before, getting back in her seat, and proceeded to pour a bit of tea into her cup before she began her explanation.

"Let me tell you, girls, a little something about Will's father, Gerad, you see," the hen paused to sigh before continuing, "He isn't his real father," that statement cause the mares, except for Rainbow who simply changed to an expression of surprise, murmurs, "When Will was just a chick, his real father left him and his mother. Ever since then, that rooster became a troublemaker, he'd constantly get into fights a school, act up in class, and nearly came close to failing grade five."

"But, it was around the time when he went into grade six that his mother started dating, and would soon marry, Gerad. Ever since that day, those two were almost inseparable, it was almost like something out of a romance movie," Rarity seemed to sigh with a dreamy expression when Mildrid said that "not just that, but the boy's really started looking up to the guy, he was such a great father to the both of them," that saddened smile that wore on the griffon hens face began to falter in to a frown, "But then-" but before the griffon could continue, Pinkie quickly interjected.

"Actually," she began, "we already know about how his dad died,"

Mildrid cocked her eyebrow with an inquisitive expression, "Really now?"

"Yeah," Twilight interjected, "Yesterday, he and a few of his other friends came into Accelerator's bakery and challenged him to a race, but when he turned him down they ended up breaking in and trashing the place," the princess looked over to Pinkie, "and threaten to kill my friend as well,"

That last statement caused Mildrid's eyes to widen in shock, although she was never around, whenever Gerad came to the shop she would talk to the kids while her other workers helped with their father's car. While Alfred had his beak seemingly stuck in front of his Gameboy, she would always speak to Will and show him around the shop. He was usually a hardheaded, but kind boy, but hearing about how he threatened to kill, "You...You can't be serious,"

"You have my word ma'am," the alicorn reasured the mechanic. As if on cue, Twilight turned to her pink friend, and signaled her to show the large injury given to her by the griffon trio, the sight of such an injury shocked Mildrid, "From what Pinkie said, Will whacked her over the head with a wooden plank and knocked her out, and left a note challenging Accelerator,"

There was a pause once Twilight finished her sentence, a disappointed frown wore on the griffon's face. With how much Will admired his adoptive father, she thought he'd learn better from his non-revenge lessons, but, it seems that those lessons didn't stick. Breaking the silence, the mechanic finally spoke, "Even after his death, I thought that boy would learn better from Gerad, but I guess we were wrong-" she turned her chair to look back at the shelf of bandanas behind her.

Soon, the hen's displead expression became stern, and with a swift turn, she turned back to the group of four, "What color does your friend like," she asked with a determined voice, which excited most of the girls.

A clear expression of excitement was clear on Twilight's face "So, you'll..."

"As much as I love Will, that little griffon needs to learn some manners," she stated as she turned back to the shelf to begin her work, "so, in order to set that boy on the right path, someone like Accelerator gonna have to teach him why you don't mess with old school!" Mildrid grabbed a few supplies from the shelf, and, previously clearing the desk, place them down to begin her work, "If you want, you four can wait in the receptionist room until I'm done, this won't take long,"

Back at the hotel, while AppleJack was relaxing in her room, enjoying the lazy day, and Accelerator continuing to sulk in his room, the early afternoon seemed slow. However, for one certain dragon, who found his way to the computer area of the inn, he found something very interesting.

After Twilight and the other three left, Spike went off to do his own sort of, preparation of the former racers resurrection.

Typing away at the keyboards, the purple drake finally found what he was looking for, "WheelsAroundtheWorld.org" Spike muttered as he read the site's name. Talking to Alfred beforehand, Spike learned of a confidential site, that listed a large amount of information on various races, as well as racing based news. With a site relating to drag racing, it would make sense for it to be kept secret, the only way to access the site was through a password, but unfortunately, even Alfred did not withhold that information, so once Spike began his search and found the site.

it took a few guesses, but eventually, after entering the name Accelerator, he was finally able to access the site. The site was like any regular forum website, or as normal for a site about an illegal sport that is. So far, the page was littered with nothing but community topics, and news, but nothing else really stood out.

As Spike scrolled through the various links of topics and news, one thing caught his eye, "What's this?" the drake moved the mouse cursor over to the like simply title, Race1004 and clicked on it. The moment he did, his eyes were met with not only a list of names but a few photos as well, and below the list was a score sheet that read from ten days in the future of today's date, to the end date of the end of this month and a bit into the next.

It didn't take Spike too long to put two-and-two together to realize what this was, and soon, the drake began to smirk, "I think 'Cel just got a jumpstart," Spike right-clicked on to the page with the list, and proceded to click print.

Author's Note

Sorry for the wait