Chapter V: The Worst Week Of My Life
Alright, let's recap my last week. It all started with beating up on the Club out in Seattle with my brand new 3000GT. I'm not too fond of the car itself, but it's making me money, so all is excused. Three days ago I got in a close call with an idiot on the freeway on my way down to Laguna Seca, he clipped my quarter panel and got me fishtailing into a guard rail. The rail slashed my tire up, so I had to stop and just watch the dumbass in the Civic drive off like nothing happened. The area he clipped me was cracked and about to fall off to make matters worse.
"Great, now I have two broken cars
and a race in a week."
So that brings us to yesterday. I was in a small drag race in Sacramento. My opponent had a big ole' F-150 Lightning with a bushguard on the front. I thought it was a bit out of place, but thought nothing of it. So as we're tearing down the streets, I found out what it was for. After I was pulling away, he flipped me the bird, juiced it and proceeded to ram my already battered bumper. He got me to spin out of control, where I promptly wrapped the GT around a lightpole.
Totalled
And now for this morning. The repair shop up in Seattle called me about my A3. They had some pretty bad news. Darius had managed to seriously mess up my rear suspension, and to top that off, when they had the car up on the lift to try and fix it, the lift failed, and the car topple face first 10 feet to the ground, you'd never know it was an Audi after they got done with it. To add insult to injury, the lift fell on it, crushing my baby.
Totalled.
So now, I'm car-less, I have 8,000 dollars on me, and a race in 4 days.
Luckily, there was a used car dealership down the road that was supposed to be pretty good, so I went and checked 'em out. Everything they had in my price range were riced out Civics, a C5 Vette and a Mustang that had been beaten to hell in back. Then I spotted it.
A '95 Honda Prelude VTEC. $10,000. Because I payed in all cash, I got it down to 8,000, and not a moment too soon. As soon as I got into the car to drive off, my dad called.
"Son, we need to talk. Your mother isn't happy with you living on your own yet. Long story short, she-- We want you home."
"
If you win tommorow, I'll come home. If I win, I do what I want. Got it?"