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Participating in COTW's Single Player Challenge for the first time
Lap Times at Mount Panorama (Cayman GT4 '16 vs 997 GT3 '09):
Porsche Cayman GT4 '16: 2.19.536
Porsche 997 GT3 '09: 2.18.374
While the lap time is definitely much faster with the GT3, I found myself enjoying the experience of driving the Cayman GT4 much more, especially on the uphill and downhill sections of the track. However, it is difficult to overcome the sheer difference in horsepower between the two cars!
Looking forward to participating in more weekly lobbies (Asia / Oceania Timing) & Single Player Challenges!
I have edited a short video with both my POVs driving the two cars here:
Participating in COTW's Single Player Challenge for the first time
Lap Times at Mount Panorama (Cayman GT4 '16 vs 997 GT3 '09):
Porsche Cayman GT4 '16: 2.19.536
Porsche 997 GT3 '09: 2.18.374
While the lap time is definitely much faster with the GT3, I found myself enjoying the experience of driving the Cayman GT4 much more, especially on the uphill and downhill sections of the track. However, it is difficult to overcome the sheer difference in horsepower between the two cars!
Looking forward to participating in more weekly lobbies (Asia / Oceania Timing) & Single Player Challenges!
I have edited a short video with both my POVs driving the two cars here:
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SPD Writes Gran Turismo 7's Car Of The Week: Week 91 - Ford GT '17
Another named car, this one being 'The Car With No Name'.
I'm as predictable as a magician who mastered the art of one trick, but the Ford GT is a trick that's designed to get you off your seats.
Goody. It's my turn. Means a car I will write, and what not a reminder that the cars I choose are on placed well high on a personal level. Because SOMEBODY DECIDED TO TAKE THEIR GRUBBY HANDS ON MY DARLING BIG FAT UGLY MINI and that's enough rage. It's only funny after oh so many times it's mentioned, trust me.
This is the Car with No Name, in its second outing from the middle of July of 2022, and if you love me, it comes with a theme song: Megadeth's A Tout Le Monde. I'll actually be surprised if you actually know any of this from that time. But let's hop into the pages of history: something Ford GTs are quite well versed at.
January 2015. At the North American International Auto Show in Detroit, America had a good look at quite a collection of cars that we have today as standard in Gran Turismo 7. From the NB NSX, the American market release of the Alfa 4C, to the Shelby GT350. Along with cars, Microsoft and Turn 10 Studios (yes, software people, not motorsport engineers) would unveil Forza Motorsport 6, with content that consists to be a notable step ahead of their recently rebooted Motorsport 5 focus on making use of their shiny new Xbox One. With the game came a car that shared this debut space, and that car is an out of nowhere full scale model of the second Ford GT.
But let's go back a little bit more.
Believe it or not, Ford didn't want to make another GT after the first one came and went in 2006. Behind the scenes at that time, they were keen to getting their recently rebooted Mustang to the big stage: Le Mans: something they didn't do with the original Gen 1 Ford GT.
This was at the early 2010s, and the plan was to have this super Mustang battle the likes of Aston Martin, Corvette, Ferrari, and so forth. Notably, they want this done by 2016: 50 years after their grand spectacle of winning Le Mans.. the story that's been turned to a movie starring Christian Bale and Matt Damon.. 'Dark Knight Saga' Batman and 'Jesus Christ it's' Jason Bourne.
In their heads, the whole move is to shed some publicity that allows them to get these Mustangs out to the European market. I must say, if it works, I can credit them that this would be a good plan. However, it wasn't easy. Said Mustang going through various levels of trial and error would have Ford find this.. Frankenstein's monster of a pony car, which then would mean that's a wrench as they didn't have the confidence to say whatever this is to be a Mustang, thus scrapping it. On the timeline, this is 2013.
To a majority of Ford, it's another failed project, but Ford gathered a small batch of their race engineers and began what's called Project Silver. Simply put: this is the development of a new Ford GT that's off the books for the two years that eventually led to its big reveal on the mentioned auto show in Detroit. And perhaps even stole the show too. There were hordes of coverage when it happened. However, this coverage convinced just about anyone how hard it is to say if it can be deemed a second GT.
Aside its rather polarizing look that, honestly, takes great hues should a car be represented as a Frankenstein's monster of today's supercar styling with the GT40's hues still about, one major difference is their new mid-mounted powerplant. Instead of the big block supercharged V8 that still leaves chills in men's hearts, they instead opted for the company's D35: a 3.5 liter Ecoboost V6 you can find on a good chunk of their heavy duty trucks. But thanks to some Ford knowhow, it's tuned to pump out a whopping 650 horses to the rear, on a car that weighs around one and a half tons. With a 7-speed sequential, carbon fibre monocoque, pushrod suspension, automatic rear lip wing and a specially designed body with flowing lines through and around its whole mass, initial reaction has the people deduce the car's a force to be reckoned with, often compared to various top end supercars and hypercars on the clock.
Speaking of which, now comes the most controversial part of the new GT: the allocation. You can't just go into a showroom to ask for your own: you have to complete an application online, live at a certain country, and hope you have other Fords around that can help you get selected by Ford, along with a whole bevy of rules I don't feel I need to detail. If you're a nobody to the eyes of Ford themselves, this is one way to confirm that.
The other big news is with this car, Ford has also revealed a racing version that's ready for Le Mans the following year. That I probably will cover with the car itself, but spoiler alert: they beat Ferrari again. Honestly this probably should not be a spoiler. Ford's GT models, be it the original or this second one, have been a proven base of a car that has Ford produce it over and over again past expiration with a new suffix. Like what Pagani does to their Zondas and Huayras, but probably not to that extreme.
Now to the fictional content. If there's one rule I put myself when writing these short stories, one of them, perhaps in loud shoutycaps, is to not give the former main character Jacob Ross this very car, despite the predecessor being his Signature Car. I want him to earn it. And while this isn't where that'll happen.. let's say this is the first step towards that.
There are three theme songs, actually.
A Tout Le Monde was supposed to be the song, but the car itself isn't going to appear in the story, giving the idea of that theme song to be.. rather scrappy. Instead I'll go with the one that's the best fit for the general populace.
This week's theme song:
Danger High Voltage
Electric Six
Fire
Episode: Hail to you, Jacob Ross
Upon arrival towards what her husband calls the forest loop..
The lone driver of a well kept classic GT tries to keep her senses in check, as she breathed to herself..
Rin: "That car.. whatever it is.. is really getting on my nerve!"
Not going so fast to stress out the supercharged big block in the back, this lack of noise also meant her phone's notifications was heard clear.
A quick peek, and she notices, as she shifts up..
Rin: "A group call?"
Unable to get a number from this, she then answers..
Rin: "What? Who's this?"
Murph: "Oi oi. Smells like little piggy's got herself in a spot of bother, ay."
Lena: "Zdraste."
Rin: "Lena? Murph? Of course he'd call you bunch.."
Realizing a small gathering of The List to be the cavalry, said load of soldiers however had someone at the helm, who now spoke..
Candy: "Big sis! I'm here too."
And just a few miles away..
An eclectic mix of cars come to the rescue.
As she realizes she's in good hands, the Interpol agent wept yet another tear, happily responding..
Rin: "Little sis! Am I glad to hear from all of you."
Murph: "Course! The boss gathered us to find you're being stalked."
Candy: "Disturbing. Someone having the nerve to chase my big sis.. let me at 'em!"
Lena: "You are in our now not a secret forest circle, da? We are almost there."
Rin: "Uhh yes! I've never pushed the Ford GT this hard.."
Candy: "In the middle of the night? You're a crazy girl, you know? But I'm sure you're more than capable."
Going through the dark roads, Lena thought of a quick plan..
Lena: "Perhaps we find car that is chasing you, then we can try to make a stop."
Rin: "...that's the thing. It's something.. quick. But in the dark, I didn't dare look back. My only hope is that it doesn't come with weapons.."
Candy: "So, it's possible she's being chased by a batmobile?"
It was a joke, but the moment's not quite right, as the not-so-insane Irishman stated..
Murph: "Darling, I prefer that not be the case.."
Lena, however..
Lena: "I have idea. We split."
Rin: "WHAT?"
Candy: "Let her finish, big sis. I'm sure she means to close the search on this mystery car quickly."
Lena: "And plus: you have no idea where you are, correct?"
Rin: "Tch, that makes sense.."
Feeling a sense of right to stop this injustice, the little racer fires up..
Candy: "And now that's settled.. I'm going in!"
Murph: "Bloody dear, she's an eager one, ay."
Lena: "You have nice sister, Rin."
Rin: "I know, but.."
Rin: "Oh no, it's right behind me.. call you back!"
As her call end comes to a close, Candy, more concerned, barks out orders..
Candy: "You.. well, can you two cover exits while I.. head in?"
Murph: "Gotcha!"
Lena: "Little one.. note the road markers. Let us know where you find."
The black Ford GT, cruising around a dark road, slows a little, but is rewarded..
..with a view of the car behind it.
The cop driving the black car, knowing what it is, notes..
Rin: "Wait till Jake finds out it's a second generation GT chasing me.. I mean.. SHOO! Umm.. STUPID PERVERT! GET AWAYY!"
While a red GT comes closer to finishing its pursuit..
..they too weren't alone, as a certain Yaris comes crawling in..
Candy: "Found them.. and.."
Now much closer, Candy identifies the mystery chaser, and curiously analyzes..
Candy: "There's two Ford GTs.. same name, but different monsters.. Lena?"
Lena: "I hear."
Candy: "Found them.. marker at 1.3. Chaser's in a red GT.. the newer one."
While Lena isn't far behind, Murph however..
Lena: "Right. I make approach from back. Balagur?"
Murph: "Me and the boss's gonna try to make my move from the front. See you ladies in a jiff."
With the group call now disbanded, Rin, wondering why the car behind her isn't doing any ramming or any of the sort, also sees the white Yaris, commenting..
Rin: "Only little sis can drive a GR Yaris at this pace.. to think this time we got another Ford GT doing the dirty work? I suspect Jake's going to be interested."
Candy: "Just don't panic, and keep moving, big sis.."
But as she focuses to taking the car around a blind spot..
A set of cars have blocked the exit ahead, prompting the agent to slam the brakes.
Rin: "Bad bad BAD!"
Candy: "A roadblock?!"
Murph: "Somebody call the cavalry? I'm here to freaking stop it."
As the whole situation comes to a halt, the mystery man in the red GT went to reverse, but..
..the little racer knew all along this was going to happen, stopping it, and mentioning how it kept still.
Candy: "Smart guy.. not wanting to scratch my beautiful flowers.."
She exits the car, but so does this mystery man, who puts out on his hand..
Lena: "GUN!"
Rudeboy: "Ah motherfu-"
As he was about to make a threatening presence with it, he didn't realize an advancing shadow closing in..
He fired a shot, but it wasn't able to do anything to the force made by a great tackle.
As the gun landed by the little lady's feet, she kicks it away, murmuring in disgust..
Candy: "Yuck!"
And the man behind it all receives a pair of forearm strikes to his face, disorienting him greatly, as his attacker demands..
Jake Ross: "Talk! Who are you, and what do you want with my beloved.."
???: "You.. got me.."
Jake Ross: "I've made a (temporary) vow of nonviolence, sir.. don't make me have you be the exception."
With no way out of this situation, the man then seemingly swallows something..
???: "Hhhhhh.... flectere si nequeo superos, acheronta movebo."
..and not even a few seconds later, begins to show no signs of energy, dying at an instant.
While he's a man who knows fear, this sudden strike that he did not do shook him some, as he drops the body in disgust..
Jake Ross: "Erkh.."
Rin: "Jake.."
Jake Ross: "Dear God. That's not me. Swear to the fringes of my soul."
The crowd that gathers around the strangely withering body then comments on the events that preceded..
Murph: "So.. sounds to me we got us a new mysterious lot that grows in interest, boss."
Jake Ross: "I suppose so. Considering you caught up to this poor soul this quick means.."
Lena: "There's no recognizing this one.. Man is not trained race driver?"
Jake Ross: "Can't say, Queenie. I was going to have a DNA test or something, but.."
He gazes on the rules of nature acting on the body, still disturbed as he continues..
Jake Ross: "I've never seen lethal pills decomposing bodies this fast.."
Rin: "Are you.. are you okay?"
Jake Ross: "Lucky for me, Jess.. nobody but him got hurt. But now.. it appears we have to clean the evidence.."
The mercenary and the small scaled lady however..
Candy: "Fancy seeing you here, Manh. Did The List call you?"
Rudeboy: "You so funny. Wife wanted to visit California, of course."
Candy: "Whatever."
However, what's also left of this unknown person is the car, still idle..
Rin: "So.. there's no trickery. That's a new Ford GT.."
Jake Ross: "And one without an owner. Perhaps I can take it.."
Murph: "Take? HOLD A MINUTE THERE!"
He leapt in with a warning in his head fresh..
Murph: "Honest to betsy, boss. This'd be okay if it was a Mustang, but you can't just replicate some supercar, especially when it's one like this having like GPS tracking and what other malarkey I can't think about."
Candy: "I'd take his advice, from one of the best car thieves I've ever met."
Lena: "I agree. Too risky."
They stood against him claiming a supercar he wanted, leading to him realizing it can't be done. Moving on, he lamented..
Jake Ross: "Any other words I don't want to hear?"
Rin: "Usually, when a supercar's reported stolen, the police are.. more than motivated."
Jake Ross: "Bribes?"
Rin: "Maaybe. I'd lean more on how these cars are much more easy to track. Not to mention if you made an investment, you'd make an effort to keep it, right?"
The dark one turned to the crazed ambulance man, wondering..
Jake Ross: "Murph. You know what you're looking for, right?"
Already going through the bodywork with his phone, he then hears interference, and within reach, he grabs a small beeping device..
Murph: "Yup. Dead on. I know a GPS tracker when I see one. A wave of me magic wand and..."
Casting a spell of tossing the tracker on to the floor and stamping it grand, he cried out..
Murph: "ALAKAZAM, no more GPS tracking, ay?"
Rin: "Now for documentation.. found anything, Lena?"
The racing queen however tried to find any mark, unsure if the night is going to hinder her search through the engine.
Eventually..
Lena: "I figure there won't be. No sign of registration. We get dyadya to check online, and he will say definitely burner car."
Candy: "So, we are seeing some shady organization can just.. have half a million credit supercars as expendable? I don't even think Augur can do that."
Back to the couple..
Rin: "Jake.. I know you're keen on getting a car like this, but.."
Jake Ross: "This be more like a sneak preview. Either way, I better get this off the streets. Sure that Fred and Carlyle's not too busy these days, so.."
Candy: "His eyes just glowed, you know?"
Rudeboy: "Ya, no other emotion in that mother f[BLEEP]er."
Backing away from the group, they then realize, as Rin receives information on her phone..
Rin: "Ohh.. umm, there's a call for suspicious activity at our co-ordinates."
Lena: "I think we leave."
Jake Ross: "Right. I'll move the car. I'm guessing.. Oxnard?"
Murph: "Roger that, boss."
It's a moment he's dreamed of for quite some time..
..but knowing the chances of him owning one are slim, he has his mind set to savoring the drive he's about to make.
Jake Ross: "Ohh.. a shiny new shooter. How will you kick?"
Jake Ross: "There's a shine to this gun, but.. it ain't my type."
A pair of women, those that aren't connected but find themselves bonded, admire the sea breeze around as they sit by the barricaded cliffside.
Candy: "I.. like the wind here.."
Rin: "Hehee, I'm not surprised. We're well attuned to the wind.. just ask Moto-san."
Candy: "I don't think I will.. he lives by Yokohama Bay. I wonder if there's more than just love to the breezes there.."
Rin: "Me and him, back in the day.. we use to run around the streets, getting ourselves chased sometimes.. a test of our agility if not with driving."
Realizing this is her origin of parkour, Candy pushed..
Candy: "Oh? Is that his secret? I feel I could get behind.."
Rin: "You, parkour? Umm.. no offense, but.."
Candy: "Big sis doubling down on how someone like me is out of the leagues of running about?! How unsurprisingly brash of you!"
Rin: "It's not just running!"
An angry streak came, but to someone like Candy, the fact they first met here in Week 2, with differing circumstances, came to mind.
Unable to stay easy about it, she then holds back..
Rin: "I.. umm.."
Candy: "I know, I'm sorry too. I mean.. this place also reminds me.. of that day."
"Everyone sees street bred Candy Lam dominate the championships: something that should be easy for you track bred ilk. But so far you prove to me otherwise. Can you see the facts ahead of you?"
"You! Dare talk to me with such a tone!! There's no way I want to find myself helping you, or letting you do what you desire! Good. Bye."
They obviously thought of that day with disdain, even though in the end: it led to these women nurturing a bond they never knew had.
Candy: "Look at us now.. we've become wiser, happier. And most importantly: bonded. Because of our father."
Rin: "I know.. you're still hurt. From then."
Candy: "Even though I was the tough guy."
Rin: "Tough guy.."
The Interpol lady continued, remembering her first interaction..
Rin: "And on that day too.. you told me first hand to never call you cute. But I'm quite sure you have to announce that to a lot of the other people you've met."
Candy: "Oh, well.. a few.. that yellow Canuck comes to mind.."
Rin: "Miranda-san?"
Hearing that name, she confirms..
Candy: "That one."
Rin: "She's.. umm.. inspirational to me."
Candy: "Inspirational?"
Rin: "It went back to our first meeting too. Umm.. Me and Zumi-san, freshly turned partners, had to investigate her movie studio, and just as we found the crims.. they put us in a bind. She help put us out of it with her.. kung fu."
Remembering the Christmas caper, Candy asked..
Candy: "Do you.. find her perhaps an actor for another character?"
Rin: "Not really. She's got a heart radiating with warmth and happy thoughts."
Candy: "..well, I suppose she does. (Still nothing. Maybe she isn't who I think then..)"
Like the speed of the wind, a change of topic did come..
Rin: "You know what else I remember.. you meeting Jake-san."
But it was the worst one for the little racer.
Candy: "Ohh.. Oh no. Oh no you don't. Don't you even-HOW DARE YOU!"
Rin: "[imitating] Eyaah!! Please!! C-calm your r-reins, oh dark one.."
Meeting former protagonist Jacob Ross was one of the worst moments in her whole life.
Enraged, she decided to make use of that strength she's exhibited in the past, carrying her big sis over her head.
Rin: "EHH? EEEHHHHHHH?!!"
Taking aim at the cliffside, she proclaimed with fury..
Candy: "Why.. with how you held my neck earlier I can withstand. But THIS?! Those elephant seals look MIGHTY HUNGRY!!"
Rin: "UUWAAAHH, please, little sis! W-we're bonded!"
Candy: "It's going to be bonded in spirit now! HIYAAAAA~!!"
Rin: "NOOOOOOOOO!!"
Not far off at the pitlane, racing teams gather as sounds of cars and machinery develop.
However, to the Asian-American Badass, he somehow can overhear what shouldn't even be heard..
Sonny: "You hear screaming? I suppose I know who that could be."
Jake Ross: "Wager they're having a sister to sister moment."
Sonny: "It's a blood curdling scream, Jake."
Jake Ross: "Is it? Well, I hope I ain't got anything to do with it.. or what comes after."
Now off his chair, Jacob heads towards Hamza, who has a list of times on a nearby whiteboard.
Jake Ross: "I know we're not aiming to compete, but anyone has the best lap with that Ford?"
Hamza: "I'm not going to sugar coat it, my friend.. but it's Candy. See here.. a good 3 hundredths ahead of you and Sonny."
Feeling mildly defeated, he commented..
Jake Ross: "Hmph. Well, I concede then. For our first time.. sort of.. she's quite good."
Hamza: "Brother, it's in her to be quite adaptable, isn't it?"
Jake Ross: "It is! It is.. no question. It displeases me she's not keen on being part of The List."
Seeing this pursuit, Sonny added on..
Sonny: "And then we try to get her in The Mythic Initiative, was it?"
Jake Ross: "That's Nash's thing, not mine. He's interested, but if he's aiming for.. top Group 3 points racer, we already have you."
Sonny: "I know lah, bro. I was going to ask.. why have her, when I'm here?"
Jake Ross: "Wager it's some deal he and Shinzo's coughed up before he passed. Maybe he knew about the estranged third child slash apprentice. And plus: even kept it from me.. his favorite son."
Hamza: "I back this. My brother, it's no secret among the board that he has a lot of love for Shinzo, and this bond is shared with his apprentices."
Jake Ross: "Mmm.."
Thinking about his old mentor, Jacob then continued..
Jake Ross: "He's got question after question lined up, that Nash. But I have answers for why that Asian flower."
Sonny: "And?"
Jake Ross: "I want a foothold in Japan. Her, Truong Manh, and Adachi, to start off. Guess for now I'll have Adachi focus on that Rudeboy first."
Hamza: "We haven't gotten Europe and he's planning ahead. This is my good friend Louie's style.. get all bases loaded before the big home run."
Sonny: "That's a good analogy, Hamz. I was gonna say something like: haiyaa no, but that makes good sense."
Hamza: "A million thanks, brother."
Although the only thought Sonny has of Japan is the Shuto Expressway, and the amount of times he sped there, including..
Sonny: "Guess it means I better stop f[BLEEP]ing around with Nirvana there."
Jake Ross: "I'm not even sure why you both keep butting heads."
Sonny: "It's our special little thing, Jake, my man. Why don't we ever keep developing each other like this, eh?"
Jake Ross: "Everyone has their own way. Which reminds me.."
He gestures the men to look to the side..
A Tout Le Monde (Instrumental)
Megadeth
Rust In Peace
..being their last moment with a certain red Ford GT.
The cowboy, standing straight and sad in a small way, made his vow clear..
Jake Ross: "I'm still interested. That little racer has once again set a goal I need to reach here."
Hamza: "Why, I support you. Should you wonder why you don't see them around Arabia.. Ford is choosy to whom they sell the car to. Guess they don't favor much to rich oil people."
Sonny: "Really, eh? How about the original GT?"
Jake Ross: "You know this story, Son. I bought it used. But these things used are.. like diamonds in the dust."
Sonny: "Which makes sense considering their strict ruling, maa. So I think you should do it the old fashioned way."
Jake Ross: "Of?"
Sonny: "Race for them, and race good. I'm surprised you haven't any idea that's how it goes, bro."
Jake Ross: "I'm still new to Group 3."
Sonny: "But you're making a killing. You didn't win your debut, but you're a consistent top 5 finisher. And eyes are on you for this upcoming race."
A chuckle followed, as Hamza would put it more accurately..
Hamza: "God Almighty, you made him glow, my brother."
Sonny: "I ALWAYS make him glow."
He turns back, facing down on his lifelong friend..
Jake Ross: "If this is how it goes, then you and that little prick's going to feel it."
Sonny: "You're probably the only guy who can make me cry to my late mama behind the wheel, Jake. Do me a favor and.. really disappoint my first race here in Grand Valley."
They both put out a stiff hand shake, a sign of their sportsmanship towards each other, and one they hope to spread across the racers they will face.
Jake Ross: "With pleasure."
It's raceday in Grand Valley, and the crowds that gather challenge the noise of the seaside venue with excitement.
Up front, the little racer leads the charge, but she isn't scot free yet.
Consistently under a second behind, a Viper GT3-R handled by her self proclaimed equal, proves to make a visible race winner rather unpredictable.
However..
Headless Horse
Jeff Dyck, Saki Kaskas
Need For Speed II Soundtrack
A new challenger approaches.
In sight of cars #666 and #18, a semi-familiar Group 3 Mustang is now within reach of the race leaders, now pushing hard to enter the slipstream range..
Jake Ross: "It's showtime."
Meant to be my first writeup of 2025, the Ford GT's post was delayed.. for reasons maybe I can attribute to lack of self-esteem and motivation?
Once again, I guess I gotta say you got lucky it's here.
Another named car, this one being 'The Car With No Name'.
I'm as predictable as a magician who mastered the art of one trick, but the Ford GT is a trick that's designed to get you off your seats.
Goody. It's my turn. Means a car I will write, and what not a reminder that the cars I choose are on placed well high on a personal level. Because SOMEBODY DECIDED TO TAKE THEIR GRUBBY HANDS ON MY DARLING BIG FAT UGLY MINI and that's enough rage. It's only funny after oh so many times it's mentioned, trust me.
This is the Car with No Name, in its second outing from the middle of July of 2022, and if you love me, it comes with a theme song: Megadeth's A Tout Le Monde. I'll actually be surprised if you actually know any of this from that time. But let's hop into the pages of history: something Ford GTs are quite well versed at.
January 2015. At the North American International Auto Show in Detroit, America had a good look at quite a collection of cars that we have today as standard in Gran Turismo 7. From the NB NSX, the American market release of the Alfa 4C, to the Shelby GT350. Along with cars, Microsoft and Turn 10 Studios (yes, software people, not motorsport engineers) would unveil Forza Motorsport 6, with content that consists to be a notable step ahead of their recently rebooted Motorsport 5 focus on making use of their shiny new Xbox One. With the game came a car that shared this debut space, and that car is an out of nowhere full scale model of the second Ford GT.
But let's go back a little bit more.
Believe it or not, Ford didn't want to make another GT after the first one came and went in 2006. Behind the scenes at that time, they were keen to getting their recently rebooted Mustang to the big stage: Le Mans: something they didn't do with the original Gen 1 Ford GT.
This was at the early 2010s, and the plan was to have this super Mustang battle the likes of Aston Martin, Corvette, Ferrari, and so forth. Notably, they want this done by 2016: 50 years after their grand spectacle of winning Le Mans.. the story that's been turned to a movie starring Christian Bale and Matt Damon.. 'Dark Knight Saga' Batman and 'Jesus Christ it's' Jason Bourne.
In their heads, the whole move is to shed some publicity that allows them to get these Mustangs out to the European market. I must say, if it works, I can credit them that this would be a good plan. However, it wasn't easy. Said Mustang going through various levels of trial and error would have Ford find this.. Frankenstein's monster of a pony car, which then would mean that's a wrench as they didn't have the confidence to say whatever this is to be a Mustang, thus scrapping it. On the timeline, this is 2013.
To a majority of Ford, it's another failed project, but Ford gathered a small batch of their race engineers and began what's called Project Silver. Simply put: this is the development of a new Ford GT that's off the books for the two years that eventually led to its big reveal on the mentioned auto show in Detroit. And perhaps even stole the show too. There were hordes of coverage when it happened. However, this coverage convinced just about anyone how hard it is to say if it can be deemed a second GT.
Aside its rather polarizing look that, honestly, takes great hues should a car be represented as a Frankenstein's monster of today's supercar styling with the GT40's hues still about, one major difference is their new mid-mounted powerplant. Instead of the big block supercharged V8 that still leaves chills in men's hearts, they instead opted for the company's D35: a 3.5 liter Ecoboost V6 you can find on a good chunk of their heavy duty trucks. But thanks to some Ford knowhow, it's tuned to pump out a whopping 650 horses to the rear, on a car that weighs around one and a half tons. With a 7-speed sequential, carbon fibre monocoque, pushrod suspension, automatic rear lip wing and a specially designed body with flowing lines through and around its whole mass, initial reaction has the people deduce the car's a force to be reckoned with, often compared to various top end supercars and hypercars on the clock.
Speaking of which, now comes the most controversial part of the new GT: the allocation. You can't just go into a showroom to ask for your own: you have to complete an application online, live at a certain country, and hope you have other Fords around that can help you get selected by Ford, along with a whole bevy of rules I don't feel I need to detail. If you're a nobody to the eyes of Ford themselves, this is one way to confirm that.
The other big news is with this car, Ford has also revealed a racing version that's ready for Le Mans the following year. That I probably will cover with the car itself, but spoiler alert: they beat Ferrari again. Honestly this probably should not be a spoiler. Ford's GT models, be it the original or this second one, have been a proven base of a car that has Ford produce it over and over again past expiration with a new suffix. Like what Pagani does to their Zondas and Huayras, but probably not to that extreme.
Now to the fictional content. If there's one rule I put myself when writing these short stories, one of them, perhaps in loud shoutycaps, is to not give the former main character Jacob Ross this very car, despite the predecessor being his Signature Car. I want him to earn it. And while this isn't where that'll happen.. let's say this is the first step towards that.
There are three theme songs, actually.
A Tout Le Monde was supposed to be the song, but the car itself isn't going to appear in the story, giving the idea of that theme song to be.. rather scrappy. Instead I'll go with the one that's the best fit for the general populace.
This week's theme song:
Danger High Voltage
Electric Six
Fire
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Episode: Hail to you, Jacob Ross
A secluded space
San Diego, California, USA
Night
Standing alone in the dark is perhaps a man who lives with these shadows.
As he holds tight with a leather briefcase, he stands about, positioned so that anyone about's unsure if he's waiting.
..until a small group of men arrive in a muscle car.
THe dark one ignored them, but as he receives their greeting..
???: "So you.. are the one they sent?"
Jake Ross: "...."
He loosened up, knowing these are the men he have to deal with..
???: "The deafening silence confirms it then. And your.. be just or be dead presence just adds to the table. Of course they would send someone like you."
Jake Ross: "You keen to keep going, because I'd be afraid to see what kind of windpipe's gonna come with after our little game."
Not swayed by the words of the great dark one, the man leading this small crew begins to laugh..
???: "Ahahahahaha! When I'm done here, you will be the first to tell... them.. that I.. the great Brand.. have no such weakness to.. fear."
Keeping his wit, he replied..
Jake Ross: "Right. I'll be sure to remember that. (This is some character..)"
Placing the briefcase on the car, he then announces..
Jake Ross: "Let's get this done. The people. As we promised."
As the man who calls himself Brand whistles, two of his men would open one of the nearby shutter doors, revealing a crowd of..
Jake Ross: "Women.. and children.. you are begging to be asked questions.."
Brand: "Why does it matter? You're just the messenger. Keep asking, and you're bound to get on my bad side."
Jake Ross: "Bad side. Ain't that something?"
Unlocking the briefcase, the dark one then rotates the bad, showing them..
Jake Ross: "And here's my end of the bargain."
Brand: "G, count them stacks!"
..an assembly of wrapped American bills.
As the counting began, the leaders of this transaction came together for a moment..
Brand: "So far so good.. you wouldn't be.. holding back on me, would you?"
Jake Ross: "How would I know? I'm just the messenger."
Brand: "Carny ass."
Without a want to stay longer, he asked..
Jake Ross: "Well?"
Brand: "All accounted. you're free to go.. hahahahaah.. A pleasure doing business."
As the men close the bag and stows it away, Jacob whistled to the crowd.
Rounding up the people, he moves across a good distance from the scene.
As they follow him, they then stop, seeing the man in black rotate, and announce with vigor..
Jake Ross: "Listen up! The man holding the strings.. he's got you folks a bus two blocks thataway. I suggest you keep moving. The conductor will take any questions. Now scram!"
They follow this order, willingly, out of fear or desperation, one cannot truly tell.
As he watches the crowd of people leave, the man reaches out to a woman wearing a hoodie.
Jake Ross: "Except you. But you know why."
She puts aside the hoodie, and out came the agent of chaos, with a satisfied smile on her face.
Rin: "Teehee.. way to go, mister shady dealer."
They then walk away towards another direction, chatting..
Jake Ross: "Well, it's not THAT hard like them movies tell you, Jess. They treat you alright?"
Rin: "Put us in this.. secure, blacked out, well ventilated warehouse, and got us snacks and TV. It can get mighty warm.. and boring."
Jake Ross: "Not like they're willing to give hostages ways to play Palworld."
Rin: "Duh! And should those goons give me skates, and you'll find me back in Tochigi.. 3 days.. maybe 2?"
She's joking, and he knows it, he thought. But he didn't want to let such crap slip, as he replies with indifference..
Jake Ross: "Uh huh."
Rin: "You're doubting me?!"
Jake Ross: "Trust me, dear, I don't want to answer."
However, a shift in her mood and..
Rin: "HUWAAA! Was little sis right?"
Jake Ross: "About?"
Rin: "You're breaking up with me?!!"
Raising an issue he thought have solved, he responded, with a whiff of rage.
Jake Ross: "How many times.. Jess! Candy's not the type to talk crap about you!"
Rin: "That's what you want me to hear, is it? I could go back there and get myself caught again with who knows how they're going to treat me.. imagine the horrors.. like.. like.."
Jake Ross: "Not being able to go back to tending your darlings in Palworld?"
Rin: "YES!"
Done with the tease, he however had questions..
Jake Ross: "Any idea what the operation is?"
Rin: "I'm going with human trafficking."
Jake Ross: "With women and children."
Rin: "Definite clue it's what it is."
Jake Ross: "It disgusts me they be willing to do this."
Rin: "Well, it's too bad you chose to stop doing your vigilante actions for the time being, right?"
Jake Ross: "If you're trying to make me feel bad, Jess.. I'm disappointed."
Suddenly, a beeping sound then played.
Coming from the Japanese woman, she looked down and realized..
Rin: "My pager?"
Jake Ross: "Jess? You Interpol, right? Why's it you got a pager?"
Rin: "It's still standard issue when I need to do police things here, Jake.. umm.. hello?"
She received nothing from the other side,
Rin: "Moshi moshi? This is agent Pandora.."
And with no change, she shakes it, wondering if it's broken, as she reveals..
Rin: "Nothing.."
Jake Ross: "Strange. It's as if.."
As his suspicion came to be, he notices from behind..
"I knew it! That woman's a cop!"
"She's probably spied on our operation!"
"Take no chances. Take her out!"
..that they're followed.
Before this small gang approached the couple, Jacob had words with a face that needs a palm to cover.
Jake Ross: "Of course.. this is your fault, Jess."
Rin: "Don't point the finger at me so fast, Jake! I'm not working, honest! It's.. it's.. how did they even not notice I had my pager with me the whole time?!"
Jake Ross: "Reason's now outta the question. In the car, and go. I'm not done with these, it seems."
Quickly handing her a set of keys, she quickly catches them..
Rin: "Uhh, alright!"
..and proceeds to dash away at record pace.
Now alone, that wasn't to last, as he turns, finding himself with guns aimed at him.
Brand: "Don't let her get away! You, stay!"
Jake Ross: "My superior.. well, he has agreed you leave the hostages for your ransom. Don't test him, brat."
Keeping a tough act, the calm demeanor is shaking his aggressor's mood, as the leader of them proclaims..
Brand: "Yeah? Well, deal's off. You screwed with the wrong crew, sheriff."
As the men begin to take the safeties off their pistols, though..
Brand: "Actually, hold your fire. Take him alive. I'll show them what happens to scum."
The man named Brand took out a knife, and played with it, before he could come close..
He wanted to laugh, but Jacob has some suitable words to this joke.
Jake Ross: "Hmmhmm.. tell you what.. I call myself a messenger of something more than just.. assets."
Brand: "And what's that? Stalling?"
Jake Ross: "No.."
While the men still have their sights on him, they didn't expect the dark one to press a remote button, hidden in his mouth.
Jake Ross: "Time I show you folk a REAL lesson in fear.."
At a glance, a thick crimson gas exhumed from Jacob's coat, spreading all over the area.
Brand: "Cover!"
And before the men could even recollect themselves, they find themselves surrounded by a team of armed men.
Wanting to shoot, the gas's after effects come in, pacifying the people around.
From a good distance away, the dark one remains still, as he was approached by the leader of these army people..
Jake Ross: "Mister Truong Manh. Glad you heard my call."
Rudeboy: "Eyy! You said something about lesson in fear, was it? But enough of that. What's cooking, mother f[BLEEP]er?"
Jake Ross: "Oh, nothing too special. Pissed off street punks found out my darling's a cop the old fashioned way. Again, I appreciate your presence."
Rudeboy: "Wahh, no effing way. You need a mask, or.."
Jake Ross: "No need. Your crew ready for some suppression fire?"
Rudeboy: "Aye aye, mister mofo. We have that MG.."
Pointing behind his shoulder, an armored truck with a heavy gun emplacement drives in.
With such perfect timing, the mercenary king then added..
Rudeboy: "F[BLEEP]er's got it loaded exclusively with blanks. But mother f[BLEEP]er still shoot; No way anyone's daring to get out to him."
Jake Ross: "And the rest?"
Rudeboy: "Mossbergs with rubber ball loaded shells. No lethal s[BLEEP], as you specified."
Handed one of these, the big boss puts on a show of his gunsmanship, playing with the pump and testing its functionality.
Aiming down its sights, he remarked..
Jake Ross: "Nice. I like me a Mossberg. I know gun laws back there in Japan are a real pain, so getting these?"
Rudeboy: "It's mother f[BLEEP]ing bitch and half, mofo Jake. For one. We got cache of them. Permission to disable?"
He knows they want to shoot, but he sent out a different direction in authority instead..
Jake Ross: "Just a minute. My client requests something 'special' for just this very occassion. Watch my six, will ya?"
Rudeboy: "Okay."
As he slowly steps back into the mist he created, he shouted..
Jake Ross: "What the f[BLEEP] again.. right.. Mister Brand, was it? I'm calling you out."
The gas then began to dissipate, revealing the small crew standing against the dark one this night.
Jake Ross: "Last chance before I mosey on out of here, and know you're just a big all talk kind of coward."
Rudeboy: "Shall we turn on the fireworks?"
Jake Ross: "Nah. Now, what you have here is surrounded by professional mercenaries with an arrest warrant in Florida. But I've instructed them to stand down, so we can talk."
With no place to hide, the secured space ensure no hiding was possible, as the dark one spoke up in his roughened voice.
Jake Ross: "There you are. Oh how much better it is to see your face one last time. So.. what was it about fear?"
Brand: "Ahh, well.. when I say deal's off, I mean.."
Jake Ross: "Shut your hole. It was never about the money, nor was it about that Interpol chick. It's about sending a message. I'm the messenger, after all."
Brand: "Whatever you're peddling, I'm not buying."
Seeing his men at gunpoint, the young man desperately pulls out his gun and raedies to fire, his target then announces with regret..
Jake Ross: "Predictable."
He knew a gun was going to come into play.
With a quick reflex, he weaved down before a shot could hit anyone.
And what followed was a dash leading to a brutal over the shoulder toss.
Brand: "GAHH! FOR F[BLEEP]'S SAKE! GRAAHH!"
With his hand out, Jacob called for..
Jake Ross: "Shotgun?"
Rudeboy: "Heh heh.."
And holding on one of the mercenary unit's custom pump shotguns, he heolds this man at gunpoint..
Jake Ross: "I made a deal to that Interpol lady.. killing from my hand now's on a leash. And don't you dare try my hand."
Brand: "This isn't over.."
Jake Ross: "Oh hell it is.. so, tell me: you a bunch that played golf?"
Getting an answer from the man on his side..
Rudeboy: "Don't think so.. but it seems easy."
Jake Ross: "Yeah? How about a lesson in swing technique.."
He then flips the shotgun and swung it to the man's head, knocking him out.
Jake Ross: "I've got no more patience for punks like these.. gas 'em all.. use my formula."
As he walks away, he hears the launching of grenades, with the hisses of gas polluting the air.
The Vietnamese commando then catches up as soon as he's done clearing the area, eventually weighing in the situation..
Rudeboy: "No sniff at all, but I tell this is some stiff stuff, mister mofo."
Jake Ross: "Yup. Keep 'em snoozing until police comes around. We probably won't be hearing anything from these runts after the cops find out about what else is in that briefcase thanks to an anonymous tip."
Rudeboy: "That's you, right? What if they ask?"
Jake Ross: "Well, I'd say I have no idea what you're talking about.. maybe add a bit of that little Asian flower and say 'how dare you' for good measure."
About a few blocks away, the men arrive at a certain dragon's Crown.
Opening the rear door for the man hiring his crew, Rudeboy makes his statement.
Rudeboy: "So.. welcome to my office, mofo Ross. Have a sit."
What he saw inside was however something of luxury, as he notes with intrigue.
Jake Ross: "These are Lexus seatings.. why these in this budget car?"
Rudeboy: "Parents. They want smooth smooth ride from their only son. Tomorrow I show you all the kinks. It's expressway racer and family car. Work of mother f[BLEEP]ing art!"
Jake Ross: "Alright, I take it back. You seem to know your s[BLEEP]."
Rudeboy: "Mother f[BLEEP]ing obviously."
He was about to relax as the car's electronics come to life, but a smartphone ringtone played..
Jake Ross: "Excuse me.."
The sound playing a unique tone for his wife, Jacob quickly answered.
Jake Ross: "Jess? Something wrong?"
The voice coming out however sounded like someone under pressure and a hint of fear laced alongside it..
Rin: "Umm.. if I wasn't calling, that'd be a no.. but.. yes: I'm being followed. And I don't know by what or who, but they're fast. As quick as me in Bertha!"
Jake Ross: "You're not done with that, are you?"
Rin: "UUUHHH!! You're internally objecting again, Jake! Put that aside; you can tell I need HELP!"
She's not lying, he thought, as he then calmly suggests..
Jake Ross: "Right.. right.. take 'em to the forest loop. I'll send some backup."
Rin: "Uhh.."
To conceal a sniffle wasn't enough for the dark hero to accuse..
Jake Ross: "You were going to cry again, right?"
Rin: "What?!"
Jake Ross: "Admit it. Ain't no harm admitting.. I'll save you, and I always will."
Rin: "I.. umm.. am just happy you're coming [sniffles]!"
Jake Ross: "Just when the going gets tough, right? Alright. No more words, Jess. I'm coming."
Putting the phone aside, he now turns to the driver..
Jake Ross: "Well, punk like you calls yourself.. the Dragon of Da Nang, was it? Show me your stuff, then?"
Rudeboy: "F[BLEEP]ing hell, I will! Where to?"
Jake Ross: "Head.. north."
As the mercenary began to drive, the dark one dialled another number on his smartphone.
San Diego, California, USA
Night
Standing alone in the dark is perhaps a man who lives with these shadows.
As he holds tight with a leather briefcase, he stands about, positioned so that anyone about's unsure if he's waiting.
..until a small group of men arrive in a muscle car.
THe dark one ignored them, but as he receives their greeting..
???: "So you.. are the one they sent?"
Jake Ross: "...."
He loosened up, knowing these are the men he have to deal with..
???: "The deafening silence confirms it then. And your.. be just or be dead presence just adds to the table. Of course they would send someone like you."
Jake Ross: "You keen to keep going, because I'd be afraid to see what kind of windpipe's gonna come with after our little game."
Not swayed by the words of the great dark one, the man leading this small crew begins to laugh..
???: "Ahahahahaha! When I'm done here, you will be the first to tell... them.. that I.. the great Brand.. have no such weakness to.. fear."
Keeping his wit, he replied..
Jake Ross: "Right. I'll be sure to remember that. (This is some character..)"
Placing the briefcase on the car, he then announces..
Jake Ross: "Let's get this done. The people. As we promised."
As the man who calls himself Brand whistles, two of his men would open one of the nearby shutter doors, revealing a crowd of..
Jake Ross: "Women.. and children.. you are begging to be asked questions.."
Brand: "Why does it matter? You're just the messenger. Keep asking, and you're bound to get on my bad side."
Jake Ross: "Bad side. Ain't that something?"
Unlocking the briefcase, the dark one then rotates the bad, showing them..
Jake Ross: "And here's my end of the bargain."
Brand: "G, count them stacks!"
..an assembly of wrapped American bills.
As the counting began, the leaders of this transaction came together for a moment..
Brand: "So far so good.. you wouldn't be.. holding back on me, would you?"
Jake Ross: "How would I know? I'm just the messenger."
Brand: "Carny ass."
Without a want to stay longer, he asked..
Jake Ross: "Well?"
Brand: "All accounted. you're free to go.. hahahahaah.. A pleasure doing business."
As the men close the bag and stows it away, Jacob whistled to the crowd.
Rounding up the people, he moves across a good distance from the scene.
As they follow him, they then stop, seeing the man in black rotate, and announce with vigor..
Jake Ross: "Listen up! The man holding the strings.. he's got you folks a bus two blocks thataway. I suggest you keep moving. The conductor will take any questions. Now scram!"
They follow this order, willingly, out of fear or desperation, one cannot truly tell.
As he watches the crowd of people leave, the man reaches out to a woman wearing a hoodie.
Jake Ross: "Except you. But you know why."
She puts aside the hoodie, and out came the agent of chaos, with a satisfied smile on her face.
Rin: "Teehee.. way to go, mister shady dealer."
They then walk away towards another direction, chatting..
Jake Ross: "Well, it's not THAT hard like them movies tell you, Jess. They treat you alright?"
Rin: "Put us in this.. secure, blacked out, well ventilated warehouse, and got us snacks and TV. It can get mighty warm.. and boring."
Jake Ross: "Not like they're willing to give hostages ways to play Palworld."
Rin: "Duh! And should those goons give me skates, and you'll find me back in Tochigi.. 3 days.. maybe 2?"
She's joking, and he knows it, he thought. But he didn't want to let such crap slip, as he replies with indifference..
Jake Ross: "Uh huh."
Rin: "You're doubting me?!"
Jake Ross: "Trust me, dear, I don't want to answer."
However, a shift in her mood and..
Rin: "HUWAAA! Was little sis right?"
Jake Ross: "About?"
Rin: "You're breaking up with me?!!"
Raising an issue he thought have solved, he responded, with a whiff of rage.
Jake Ross: "How many times.. Jess! Candy's not the type to talk crap about you!"
Rin: "That's what you want me to hear, is it? I could go back there and get myself caught again with who knows how they're going to treat me.. imagine the horrors.. like.. like.."
Jake Ross: "Not being able to go back to tending your darlings in Palworld?"
Rin: "YES!"
Done with the tease, he however had questions..
Jake Ross: "Any idea what the operation is?"
Rin: "I'm going with human trafficking."
Jake Ross: "With women and children."
Rin: "Definite clue it's what it is."
Jake Ross: "It disgusts me they be willing to do this."
Rin: "Well, it's too bad you chose to stop doing your vigilante actions for the time being, right?"
Jake Ross: "If you're trying to make me feel bad, Jess.. I'm disappointed."
Suddenly, a beeping sound then played.
Coming from the Japanese woman, she looked down and realized..
Rin: "My pager?"
Jake Ross: "Jess? You Interpol, right? Why's it you got a pager?"
Rin: "It's still standard issue when I need to do police things here, Jake.. umm.. hello?"
She received nothing from the other side,
Rin: "Moshi moshi? This is agent Pandora.."
And with no change, she shakes it, wondering if it's broken, as she reveals..
Rin: "Nothing.."
Jake Ross: "Strange. It's as if.."
As his suspicion came to be, he notices from behind..
"I knew it! That woman's a cop!"
"She's probably spied on our operation!"
"Take no chances. Take her out!"
..that they're followed.
Before this small gang approached the couple, Jacob had words with a face that needs a palm to cover.
Jake Ross: "Of course.. this is your fault, Jess."
Rin: "Don't point the finger at me so fast, Jake! I'm not working, honest! It's.. it's.. how did they even not notice I had my pager with me the whole time?!"
Jake Ross: "Reason's now outta the question. In the car, and go. I'm not done with these, it seems."
Quickly handing her a set of keys, she quickly catches them..
Rin: "Uhh, alright!"
..and proceeds to dash away at record pace.
Now alone, that wasn't to last, as he turns, finding himself with guns aimed at him.
Brand: "Don't let her get away! You, stay!"
Jake Ross: "My superior.. well, he has agreed you leave the hostages for your ransom. Don't test him, brat."
Keeping a tough act, the calm demeanor is shaking his aggressor's mood, as the leader of them proclaims..
Brand: "Yeah? Well, deal's off. You screwed with the wrong crew, sheriff."
As the men begin to take the safeties off their pistols, though..
Brand: "Actually, hold your fire. Take him alive. I'll show them what happens to scum."
The man named Brand took out a knife, and played with it, before he could come close..
He wanted to laugh, but Jacob has some suitable words to this joke.
Jake Ross: "Hmmhmm.. tell you what.. I call myself a messenger of something more than just.. assets."
Brand: "And what's that? Stalling?"
Jake Ross: "No.."
While the men still have their sights on him, they didn't expect the dark one to press a remote button, hidden in his mouth.
Jake Ross: "Time I show you folk a REAL lesson in fear.."
At a glance, a thick crimson gas exhumed from Jacob's coat, spreading all over the area.
Brand: "Cover!"
And before the men could even recollect themselves, they find themselves surrounded by a team of armed men.
Wanting to shoot, the gas's after effects come in, pacifying the people around.
From a good distance away, the dark one remains still, as he was approached by the leader of these army people..
Jake Ross: "Mister Truong Manh. Glad you heard my call."
Rudeboy: "Eyy! You said something about lesson in fear, was it? But enough of that. What's cooking, mother f[BLEEP]er?"
Jake Ross: "Oh, nothing too special. Pissed off street punks found out my darling's a cop the old fashioned way. Again, I appreciate your presence."
Rudeboy: "Wahh, no effing way. You need a mask, or.."
Jake Ross: "No need. Your crew ready for some suppression fire?"
Rudeboy: "Aye aye, mister mofo. We have that MG.."
Pointing behind his shoulder, an armored truck with a heavy gun emplacement drives in.
With such perfect timing, the mercenary king then added..
Rudeboy: "F[BLEEP]er's got it loaded exclusively with blanks. But mother f[BLEEP]er still shoot; No way anyone's daring to get out to him."
Jake Ross: "And the rest?"
Rudeboy: "Mossbergs with rubber ball loaded shells. No lethal s[BLEEP], as you specified."
Handed one of these, the big boss puts on a show of his gunsmanship, playing with the pump and testing its functionality.
Aiming down its sights, he remarked..
Jake Ross: "Nice. I like me a Mossberg. I know gun laws back there in Japan are a real pain, so getting these?"
Rudeboy: "It's mother f[BLEEP]ing bitch and half, mofo Jake. For one. We got cache of them. Permission to disable?"
He knows they want to shoot, but he sent out a different direction in authority instead..
Jake Ross: "Just a minute. My client requests something 'special' for just this very occassion. Watch my six, will ya?"
Rudeboy: "Okay."
As he slowly steps back into the mist he created, he shouted..
Jake Ross: "What the f[BLEEP] again.. right.. Mister Brand, was it? I'm calling you out."
The gas then began to dissipate, revealing the small crew standing against the dark one this night.
Jake Ross: "Last chance before I mosey on out of here, and know you're just a big all talk kind of coward."
Rudeboy: "Shall we turn on the fireworks?"
Jake Ross: "Nah. Now, what you have here is surrounded by professional mercenaries with an arrest warrant in Florida. But I've instructed them to stand down, so we can talk."
With no place to hide, the secured space ensure no hiding was possible, as the dark one spoke up in his roughened voice.
Jake Ross: "There you are. Oh how much better it is to see your face one last time. So.. what was it about fear?"
Brand: "Ahh, well.. when I say deal's off, I mean.."
Jake Ross: "Shut your hole. It was never about the money, nor was it about that Interpol chick. It's about sending a message. I'm the messenger, after all."
Brand: "Whatever you're peddling, I'm not buying."
Seeing his men at gunpoint, the young man desperately pulls out his gun and raedies to fire, his target then announces with regret..
Jake Ross: "Predictable."
He knew a gun was going to come into play.
With a quick reflex, he weaved down before a shot could hit anyone.
And what followed was a dash leading to a brutal over the shoulder toss.
Brand: "GAHH! FOR F[BLEEP]'S SAKE! GRAAHH!"
With his hand out, Jacob called for..
Jake Ross: "Shotgun?"
Rudeboy: "Heh heh.."
And holding on one of the mercenary unit's custom pump shotguns, he heolds this man at gunpoint..
Jake Ross: "I made a deal to that Interpol lady.. killing from my hand now's on a leash. And don't you dare try my hand."
Brand: "This isn't over.."
Jake Ross: "Oh hell it is.. so, tell me: you a bunch that played golf?"
Getting an answer from the man on his side..
Rudeboy: "Don't think so.. but it seems easy."
Jake Ross: "Yeah? How about a lesson in swing technique.."
He then flips the shotgun and swung it to the man's head, knocking him out.
Jake Ross: "I've got no more patience for punks like these.. gas 'em all.. use my formula."
As he walks away, he hears the launching of grenades, with the hisses of gas polluting the air.
The Vietnamese commando then catches up as soon as he's done clearing the area, eventually weighing in the situation..
Rudeboy: "No sniff at all, but I tell this is some stiff stuff, mister mofo."
Jake Ross: "Yup. Keep 'em snoozing until police comes around. We probably won't be hearing anything from these runts after the cops find out about what else is in that briefcase thanks to an anonymous tip."
Rudeboy: "That's you, right? What if they ask?"
Jake Ross: "Well, I'd say I have no idea what you're talking about.. maybe add a bit of that little Asian flower and say 'how dare you' for good measure."
About a few blocks away, the men arrive at a certain dragon's Crown.
Opening the rear door for the man hiring his crew, Rudeboy makes his statement.
Rudeboy: "So.. welcome to my office, mofo Ross. Have a sit."
What he saw inside was however something of luxury, as he notes with intrigue.
Jake Ross: "These are Lexus seatings.. why these in this budget car?"
Rudeboy: "Parents. They want smooth smooth ride from their only son. Tomorrow I show you all the kinks. It's expressway racer and family car. Work of mother f[BLEEP]ing art!"
Jake Ross: "Alright, I take it back. You seem to know your s[BLEEP]."
Rudeboy: "Mother f[BLEEP]ing obviously."
He was about to relax as the car's electronics come to life, but a smartphone ringtone played..
Jake Ross: "Excuse me.."
The sound playing a unique tone for his wife, Jacob quickly answered.
Jake Ross: "Jess? Something wrong?"
The voice coming out however sounded like someone under pressure and a hint of fear laced alongside it..
Rin: "Umm.. if I wasn't calling, that'd be a no.. but.. yes: I'm being followed. And I don't know by what or who, but they're fast. As quick as me in Bertha!"
Jake Ross: "You're not done with that, are you?"
Rin: "UUUHHH!! You're internally objecting again, Jake! Put that aside; you can tell I need HELP!"
She's not lying, he thought, as he then calmly suggests..
Jake Ross: "Right.. right.. take 'em to the forest loop. I'll send some backup."
Rin: "Uhh.."
To conceal a sniffle wasn't enough for the dark hero to accuse..
Jake Ross: "You were going to cry again, right?"
Rin: "What?!"
Jake Ross: "Admit it. Ain't no harm admitting.. I'll save you, and I always will."
Rin: "I.. umm.. am just happy you're coming [sniffles]!"
Jake Ross: "Just when the going gets tough, right? Alright. No more words, Jess. I'm coming."
Putting the phone aside, he now turns to the driver..
Jake Ross: "Well, punk like you calls yourself.. the Dragon of Da Nang, was it? Show me your stuff, then?"
Rudeboy: "F[BLEEP]ing hell, I will! Where to?"
Jake Ross: "Head.. north."
As the mercenary began to drive, the dark one dialled another number on his smartphone.
Upon arrival towards what her husband calls the forest loop..
The lone driver of a well kept classic GT tries to keep her senses in check, as she breathed to herself..
Rin: "That car.. whatever it is.. is really getting on my nerve!"
Not going so fast to stress out the supercharged big block in the back, this lack of noise also meant her phone's notifications was heard clear.
A quick peek, and she notices, as she shifts up..
Rin: "A group call?"
Unable to get a number from this, she then answers..
Rin: "What? Who's this?"
Murph: "Oi oi. Smells like little piggy's got herself in a spot of bother, ay."
Lena: "Zdraste."
Rin: "Lena? Murph? Of course he'd call you bunch.."
Realizing a small gathering of The List to be the cavalry, said load of soldiers however had someone at the helm, who now spoke..
Candy: "Big sis! I'm here too."
And just a few miles away..
An eclectic mix of cars come to the rescue.
As she realizes she's in good hands, the Interpol agent wept yet another tear, happily responding..
Rin: "Little sis! Am I glad to hear from all of you."
Murph: "Course! The boss gathered us to find you're being stalked."
Candy: "Disturbing. Someone having the nerve to chase my big sis.. let me at 'em!"
Lena: "You are in our now not a secret forest circle, da? We are almost there."
Rin: "Uhh yes! I've never pushed the Ford GT this hard.."
Candy: "In the middle of the night? You're a crazy girl, you know? But I'm sure you're more than capable."
Going through the dark roads, Lena thought of a quick plan..
Lena: "Perhaps we find car that is chasing you, then we can try to make a stop."
Rin: "...that's the thing. It's something.. quick. But in the dark, I didn't dare look back. My only hope is that it doesn't come with weapons.."
Candy: "So, it's possible she's being chased by a batmobile?"
It was a joke, but the moment's not quite right, as the not-so-insane Irishman stated..
Murph: "Darling, I prefer that not be the case.."
Lena, however..
Lena: "I have idea. We split."
Rin: "WHAT?"
Candy: "Let her finish, big sis. I'm sure she means to close the search on this mystery car quickly."
Lena: "And plus: you have no idea where you are, correct?"
Rin: "Tch, that makes sense.."
Feeling a sense of right to stop this injustice, the little racer fires up..
Candy: "And now that's settled.. I'm going in!"
Murph: "Bloody dear, she's an eager one, ay."
Lena: "You have nice sister, Rin."
Rin: "I know, but.."
Rin: "Oh no, it's right behind me.. call you back!"
As her call end comes to a close, Candy, more concerned, barks out orders..
Candy: "You.. well, can you two cover exits while I.. head in?"
Murph: "Gotcha!"
Lena: "Little one.. note the road markers. Let us know where you find."
The black Ford GT, cruising around a dark road, slows a little, but is rewarded..
..with a view of the car behind it.
The cop driving the black car, knowing what it is, notes..
Rin: "Wait till Jake finds out it's a second generation GT chasing me.. I mean.. SHOO! Umm.. STUPID PERVERT! GET AWAYY!"
While a red GT comes closer to finishing its pursuit..
..they too weren't alone, as a certain Yaris comes crawling in..
Candy: "Found them.. and.."
Now much closer, Candy identifies the mystery chaser, and curiously analyzes..
Candy: "There's two Ford GTs.. same name, but different monsters.. Lena?"
Lena: "I hear."
Candy: "Found them.. marker at 1.3. Chaser's in a red GT.. the newer one."
While Lena isn't far behind, Murph however..
Lena: "Right. I make approach from back. Balagur?"
Murph: "Me and the boss's gonna try to make my move from the front. See you ladies in a jiff."
With the group call now disbanded, Rin, wondering why the car behind her isn't doing any ramming or any of the sort, also sees the white Yaris, commenting..
Rin: "Only little sis can drive a GR Yaris at this pace.. to think this time we got another Ford GT doing the dirty work? I suspect Jake's going to be interested."
Candy: "Just don't panic, and keep moving, big sis.."
But as she focuses to taking the car around a blind spot..
A set of cars have blocked the exit ahead, prompting the agent to slam the brakes.
Rin: "Bad bad BAD!"
Candy: "A roadblock?!"
Murph: "Somebody call the cavalry? I'm here to freaking stop it."
As the whole situation comes to a halt, the mystery man in the red GT went to reverse, but..
..the little racer knew all along this was going to happen, stopping it, and mentioning how it kept still.
Candy: "Smart guy.. not wanting to scratch my beautiful flowers.."
She exits the car, but so does this mystery man, who puts out on his hand..
Lena: "GUN!"
Rudeboy: "Ah motherfu-"
As he was about to make a threatening presence with it, he didn't realize an advancing shadow closing in..
He fired a shot, but it wasn't able to do anything to the force made by a great tackle.
As the gun landed by the little lady's feet, she kicks it away, murmuring in disgust..
Candy: "Yuck!"
And the man behind it all receives a pair of forearm strikes to his face, disorienting him greatly, as his attacker demands..
Jake Ross: "Talk! Who are you, and what do you want with my beloved.."
???: "You.. got me.."
Jake Ross: "I've made a (temporary) vow of nonviolence, sir.. don't make me have you be the exception."
With no way out of this situation, the man then seemingly swallows something..
???: "Hhhhhh.... flectere si nequeo superos, acheronta movebo."
..and not even a few seconds later, begins to show no signs of energy, dying at an instant.
While he's a man who knows fear, this sudden strike that he did not do shook him some, as he drops the body in disgust..
Jake Ross: "Erkh.."
Rin: "Jake.."
Jake Ross: "Dear God. That's not me. Swear to the fringes of my soul."
The crowd that gathers around the strangely withering body then comments on the events that preceded..
Murph: "So.. sounds to me we got us a new mysterious lot that grows in interest, boss."
Jake Ross: "I suppose so. Considering you caught up to this poor soul this quick means.."
Lena: "There's no recognizing this one.. Man is not trained race driver?"
Jake Ross: "Can't say, Queenie. I was going to have a DNA test or something, but.."
He gazes on the rules of nature acting on the body, still disturbed as he continues..
Jake Ross: "I've never seen lethal pills decomposing bodies this fast.."
Rin: "Are you.. are you okay?"
Jake Ross: "Lucky for me, Jess.. nobody but him got hurt. But now.. it appears we have to clean the evidence.."
The mercenary and the small scaled lady however..
Candy: "Fancy seeing you here, Manh. Did The List call you?"
Rudeboy: "You so funny. Wife wanted to visit California, of course."
Candy: "Whatever."
However, what's also left of this unknown person is the car, still idle..
Rin: "So.. there's no trickery. That's a new Ford GT.."
Jake Ross: "And one without an owner. Perhaps I can take it.."
Murph: "Take? HOLD A MINUTE THERE!"
He leapt in with a warning in his head fresh..
Murph: "Honest to betsy, boss. This'd be okay if it was a Mustang, but you can't just replicate some supercar, especially when it's one like this having like GPS tracking and what other malarkey I can't think about."
Candy: "I'd take his advice, from one of the best car thieves I've ever met."
Lena: "I agree. Too risky."
They stood against him claiming a supercar he wanted, leading to him realizing it can't be done. Moving on, he lamented..
Jake Ross: "Any other words I don't want to hear?"
Rin: "Usually, when a supercar's reported stolen, the police are.. more than motivated."
Jake Ross: "Bribes?"
Rin: "Maaybe. I'd lean more on how these cars are much more easy to track. Not to mention if you made an investment, you'd make an effort to keep it, right?"
The dark one turned to the crazed ambulance man, wondering..
Jake Ross: "Murph. You know what you're looking for, right?"
Already going through the bodywork with his phone, he then hears interference, and within reach, he grabs a small beeping device..
Murph: "Yup. Dead on. I know a GPS tracker when I see one. A wave of me magic wand and..."
Casting a spell of tossing the tracker on to the floor and stamping it grand, he cried out..
Murph: "ALAKAZAM, no more GPS tracking, ay?"
Rin: "Now for documentation.. found anything, Lena?"
The racing queen however tried to find any mark, unsure if the night is going to hinder her search through the engine.
Eventually..
Lena: "I figure there won't be. No sign of registration. We get dyadya to check online, and he will say definitely burner car."
Candy: "So, we are seeing some shady organization can just.. have half a million credit supercars as expendable? I don't even think Augur can do that."
Back to the couple..
Rin: "Jake.. I know you're keen on getting a car like this, but.."
Jake Ross: "This be more like a sneak preview. Either way, I better get this off the streets. Sure that Fred and Carlyle's not too busy these days, so.."
Candy: "His eyes just glowed, you know?"
Rudeboy: "Ya, no other emotion in that mother f[BLEEP]er."
Backing away from the group, they then realize, as Rin receives information on her phone..
Rin: "Ohh.. umm, there's a call for suspicious activity at our co-ordinates."
Lena: "I think we leave."
Jake Ross: "Right. I'll move the car. I'm guessing.. Oxnard?"
Murph: "Roger that, boss."
It's a moment he's dreamed of for quite some time..
..but knowing the chances of him owning one are slim, he has his mind set to savoring the drive he's about to make.
Jake Ross: "Ohh.. a shiny new shooter. How will you kick?"
When you think of Ford's Le Mans record, you think of pure American bred monster V8s, etching its roars into your brain with a strong association of macho and guts. While the D35 doesn't do that, it's origin as the beating heart of domestic American likeness to a show of genitalia would mean they do have a right to contest this whole idea on this latest take on the GT40's successor story. But dicks aside, there's a lot to stretch out with this car other than hurr it's another Ford that's better than a Ferrari hurr. We can't just say that and lean on that without some self convincing.
Now first let's take on what's usualy a bad for these high powered, rear driven supercars: the traction. Your usual 'lose the rear, and game over' territory. In here.. after some stress testing over Yamagiwa, I can confidently say.. it's good?! Like not 'hilariously push it all the way' good like you would with an AWD cheesebox in a GT-R, Bugatti or modern Lamborghini. In the context of what's in the car.. it's super good!
But, either if you're going at an angle or not, it's well planted.. something its wide and long profile seems to garner some points on in addition to its dual turbochargers and downforce. It doesn't mean you put your foot down in its stock Sports Hards compound. But in most corners, you can take turns and have mostly no fear when exiting: it's pretty much the car's main strength.
Yes, go and do that, and you can get its rear out and about, but the fact it's more of a characteristic rather than a disadvantage comes with the fact you're never going to lose the rear unless you're trying. It's a main caveat the car has that's.. generally artificial. However, if you still want to hoon that rear out, keeping yourself on low to mid RPM ranges are bound to get you that, especially on 1st and 2nd. Yes, here in the powerband is where it shows a spike that's generally peaked, while in a mild way. Despite that, six hundred horses isn't mild. Another thing about the car is that you're not restricted to either push it up all the way to the redline, or even early shift: it's acceleration is solid enough to not punish you for experimenting one side or the other.
Moving to handling, and I say it is, to a safety and difficulty standpoint, solid. Like its traction, you will find a muted feeling. Artificial, once again, takes center stage. But, if we remember the Alfa Romeo 4C Gr.3, a more detailed look on what is safe and easy would also mean you can tell what's coming. And that would be the car's more detailed overview of its turning being a stiff, understeery mess that always has you wanting more. Like 'Mr. Krabs exploiting SpongeBob's ability to hunt jellyfish' kind of more: good at first, but then you see what's going on as time passes. Surely you can tell from my words that the handling isn't what you call amazing, especially when, dun dun dunnn, you find out it's prone to wildly veering off rather than straight up under or oversteering. And of course: the braking too's also significantly lacking for a car like this: something shared with the race car version too, believe it or not (while in a more muted way there). We might be reaching the part where these powerful cars are starting to wear out the road going braking abilities, even though we recently had the Camaro 1LE with its simply amazing braking. This car also has an automatic rear wing, so to find this is a conundrum is.. well.. a conundrum!
So what about speed? A car that borders between supercar and hypercar aught to tell you it has to be fast, right? No s[BLEEP], it's a fast car. Slung low, breathing in various race technologies, more traction than you think, and with a potent powerplant that's powered those with way more heft, the car's acceleration and speed values eclipses quite a good chunk of its rivals about in similar PP. That top speed of 216 is very much attainable in game, even though it's a bit of an effort to get there since the gearing is strangely poised that the final gear's for cruising. Nothing like a quick trip to Tuner's can't fix.
Putting my notes up front, and my conclusions? Well, we find ourselves this car to be one a jack of all trades, it seems. Its role as a modern supercar stands strong, with any technique you can think of being rather well applied to the car's behaviour. Things like engine braking, brake throttling.. I think while it's not the perfect car to drive, it's more of the perfect car to play about and mess with. A car you can find doing donuts, perfecting its American side on the drag strip, and also well suited for venues with corners. Indeed, a jack of all trades: something I cannot say for its predecessor.. yet. And it does this role with some extra zing: it punches well above its performance rating, despite its flaws.
Time for a bit of fun: I too had a taste of the car in Forza Horizon 5. There, I say it's a consistent well balanced supercar that's well suited for those who want to get into the supercar niche.. Looking at what might be a (not seriously) fuming and reddened past SPD's words then, and what I analyzed recently, I say I'm pretty impressed that this vibe is caught there as it is also found here. Although, Tuner's too is a place to make this slightly impressive supercar perhaps even moreso.
Now first let's take on what's usualy a bad for these high powered, rear driven supercars: the traction. Your usual 'lose the rear, and game over' territory. In here.. after some stress testing over Yamagiwa, I can confidently say.. it's good?! Like not 'hilariously push it all the way' good like you would with an AWD cheesebox in a GT-R, Bugatti or modern Lamborghini. In the context of what's in the car.. it's super good!
But, either if you're going at an angle or not, it's well planted.. something its wide and long profile seems to garner some points on in addition to its dual turbochargers and downforce. It doesn't mean you put your foot down in its stock Sports Hards compound. But in most corners, you can take turns and have mostly no fear when exiting: it's pretty much the car's main strength.
Yes, go and do that, and you can get its rear out and about, but the fact it's more of a characteristic rather than a disadvantage comes with the fact you're never going to lose the rear unless you're trying. It's a main caveat the car has that's.. generally artificial. However, if you still want to hoon that rear out, keeping yourself on low to mid RPM ranges are bound to get you that, especially on 1st and 2nd. Yes, here in the powerband is where it shows a spike that's generally peaked, while in a mild way. Despite that, six hundred horses isn't mild. Another thing about the car is that you're not restricted to either push it up all the way to the redline, or even early shift: it's acceleration is solid enough to not punish you for experimenting one side or the other.
Moving to handling, and I say it is, to a safety and difficulty standpoint, solid. Like its traction, you will find a muted feeling. Artificial, once again, takes center stage. But, if we remember the Alfa Romeo 4C Gr.3, a more detailed look on what is safe and easy would also mean you can tell what's coming. And that would be the car's more detailed overview of its turning being a stiff, understeery mess that always has you wanting more. Like 'Mr. Krabs exploiting SpongeBob's ability to hunt jellyfish' kind of more: good at first, but then you see what's going on as time passes. Surely you can tell from my words that the handling isn't what you call amazing, especially when, dun dun dunnn, you find out it's prone to wildly veering off rather than straight up under or oversteering. And of course: the braking too's also significantly lacking for a car like this: something shared with the race car version too, believe it or not (while in a more muted way there). We might be reaching the part where these powerful cars are starting to wear out the road going braking abilities, even though we recently had the Camaro 1LE with its simply amazing braking. This car also has an automatic rear wing, so to find this is a conundrum is.. well.. a conundrum!
So what about speed? A car that borders between supercar and hypercar aught to tell you it has to be fast, right? No s[BLEEP], it's a fast car. Slung low, breathing in various race technologies, more traction than you think, and with a potent powerplant that's powered those with way more heft, the car's acceleration and speed values eclipses quite a good chunk of its rivals about in similar PP. That top speed of 216 is very much attainable in game, even though it's a bit of an effort to get there since the gearing is strangely poised that the final gear's for cruising. Nothing like a quick trip to Tuner's can't fix.
Putting my notes up front, and my conclusions? Well, we find ourselves this car to be one a jack of all trades, it seems. Its role as a modern supercar stands strong, with any technique you can think of being rather well applied to the car's behaviour. Things like engine braking, brake throttling.. I think while it's not the perfect car to drive, it's more of the perfect car to play about and mess with. A car you can find doing donuts, perfecting its American side on the drag strip, and also well suited for venues with corners. Indeed, a jack of all trades: something I cannot say for its predecessor.. yet. And it does this role with some extra zing: it punches well above its performance rating, despite its flaws.
Time for a bit of fun: I too had a taste of the car in Forza Horizon 5. There, I say it's a consistent well balanced supercar that's well suited for those who want to get into the supercar niche.. Looking at what might be a (not seriously) fuming and reddened past SPD's words then, and what I analyzed recently, I say I'm pretty impressed that this vibe is caught there as it is also found here. Although, Tuner's too is a place to make this slightly impressive supercar perhaps even moreso.
Jake Ross: "There's a shine to this gun, but.. it ain't my type."
Safehouse #6 (private registered property of The List)
Oxnard, California, USA
Morning
The next morning, an unsuspecting set of warehouses..
..stage what looks to be an in-depth searching of a certain red Ford GT's identity, as a Dutch smuggler, Malaysian taxi driver slash mechanic and Fred come together to work out the car's origin story.
Although..
Carlyle: "Yup, this be the real deal alright. That be a real Ford Racing modified D35 in the backside. Hmm, I's recognize all them parts. But I can't help but.."
Ramlie: "Double checked. I got no VIN. So strange one.. I check all the places, no dice."
Carlyle: "That's shady. Shady stuff. What you's got, Freddy?"
Inspecting VIN from a tablet device, the oversized trucker reveals..
Fred: "Strange case of a car that got no numbered registration outta Brand Central, gehehaha! Ain't sure what to say."
Ramlie: "I'm rather surprised the big boss not got his own car like this lah."
Fred: "Course not! His money's not in my line of business."
Interrupting now is the entrance opening and closing, and the men find their boss walking in.
Fred: "Speak of the devil."
Jake Ross: "Working on it before I got here?"
Carlyle: "Howdy, big guy. It's gotten me's in an intrigued position, this one."
Jake Ross: "What? Never smuggled or sold a car at this value?"
Carlyle: "Shoot, course I does! I's handled an estimated 2 million credits Chaparral that one time! Just that.. that car does have VIN and insurance and stuff.. things this here GT don't have."
Ramlie: "And you see: we go through every part, it's all OEM."
Fred: "Plus we swept the car clean. Ain't nothing shady here like us in a street racer's hideout."
Jake Ross: "Which'll put a hamper if I want to own it."
More and more confused as they keep going, the action movie star tried to throw about a conclusion, stating..
Carlyle: "I's say it's a kit car, but.. it don't feel like one."
Jake Ross: "The drive's genuine, Lyle. No doubt about it."
Carlyle: "No arguments there, eh? Can't fake this much carbon fibre. But I's been meaning to ask.. your other GT wasn't new, right?"
With a thought gathered from his closest partner that's not Rin, he began to explain, in a pace that's prepared..
Jake Ross: "No. When I got it, it was 2 years used, even before Auto Plus was a thing. But everything in that car's in order. I racked thousands of miles. I can confidently pass every police obstacle with it, forced or not. Because it is mine. The documents and the VIN.. they say it will always be mine."
Carlyle: "Cool. Cool. I fancy a look meself. Maybe take a peek at the CarsenTech contraption its got."
Jake Ross: "You are most welcome to, my mane haired Dutchman."
Excited by the chance, the chubby lion man exits the scene, leaving Jacob to his two other underlings..
Ramlie: "I'm not even sure how you get that CarsenTech lah, boss guy. Nor will he even get one hint on how it works."
Jake Ross: "So long it don't ruin my driving or privacy, I don't mind it that much."
Fred: "Byeah, but I too won't mind one of them's in Pete. It'll boost interest in my truck that's fer sure, gehahaha!"
Jake Ross: "You know how that tale went, right? 3 days on sale, then they went dark."
Fred: "That's suspect, and you know it. It ain't fair!"
Ramlie: "Alaa, don't fret, tok gajah. Technology's moved on."
Fred: "Yeahh.. also, I'm a bear, not an elephant."
Ramlie: "Right.. (slip of the tongue, and he even has to remind me..)"
Back outside, making sounds to mistake him to be having a lusty moment, Carlyle keeps massaging his face towards the well kept original GT.
However..
A pair of V8 cruisers come by and park, with the women shortly exiting, interrupting his original intent.
Before he has a chance to begin flirting, the Siberian Monarch greeted..
Lena: "Dobroye utro, Leonid."
Carlyle: "Ahh.. lovely morning, Queenie. You're looking.. sexy like always."
Properly leading to a kiss on her hands, Leo now looks at the ladies besides, realizing..
Carlyle: "Ahh, umm.. You's know the rule the boss got on bringing guests to these here safehouses, right? Even though it's a pair of familiar cutie pies.."
Lena: "I have got personal request from nachalnik to bring them here."
Carlyle: "That so? I's be asking for proof, but well.. guess I better say you ladies enjoy."
And now towards the little racer, she then inquires..
Candy: "What you up to with the dark one's ride, Lyle?"
Carlyle: "Just a quick look see, doll. You heard of the CarsenTech caper? No? Then I suggest you scram."
Inside the safe house, the Asian women inspect around the place, being their first time.
Noticing appropriate places to hang about and stow cars away, they make their observations loud and clear..
Rin: "Whoaa... this is what I call spit and polish!"
Candy: "That better not be literal, big sis."
Lena: "Of course not. With exception of balagur, everyone can keep to themselves."
Noticing however the legend of Week 63, Candy added..
Candy: "So, this place is secure enough that Night Moves seems to be living here?"
Lena: "Da. Surprised to hear Leonid still have positive net profit even though here is reminder of his business's risk."
Rin: "I can only turn a blind eye for sooo long, you know."
And the only person standing by: the man that connects these women, is found standing straight and stoic by the car he wants, but can't get..
Candy: "Look at him. he's really fixated on that Ford GT, big sis. And those eyes.. I hope you don't mind me saying he's liable to be cheating on you, big sis."
Rin: "(Again?! Cheating? THAT word??) Urr, emm.. don't push it, little sis."
Lena: "And now I leave you to it. I need rest."
Lena then leaves, as the rest come together.
Jacob, with an ounce of guilt, turned and expresses it..
Jake Ross: "Ahh, glad to see you're both here. Real sorry about last night, Jess."
Confused, little sis steps on and replies..
Candy: "Sorry? Rin-san? Hello? I'm the one doubting this man's character the whole time I know him, but you argued he was the perfect role model last night, what of.."
Rin: "When we're not apart, to me.. a night alone is hard. Real hard. It's one of our promises after the Great Split."
Eyes in shock, she notes in a completely unprepared tone..
Candy: "Ghastly.. she speaks of such an event so openly.."
Jake Ross: "Expecting something out of her to be this unpredictable, but honest, is one reason why I love her. But now.."
They then turn back to the GT, and the big boss then spoke grimly..
Jake Ross: "I like, but fate is against me: unless I figure out how the Prophecy can collect supercars like no tommorow, we're not keeping the car."
Candy: "Not surprised."
Rin: "We can't find a legal loophole to exploit this time. And I know Clark-san isn't going to be open about this."
Jake Ross: "But it don't mean we're not going to have some fun with it. Candy knows who's at Grand Valley waiting for us."
She nodded, replying on..
Candy: "Yup. Plus a certain Vietcong mercenary."
Jake Ross: "He's not welcome here unlike yourself. So I told him that. But I'll let it slip.. that's going to change eventually."
Rin: "Right. But I'm sure little sis isn't here to be your guest or anything."
Jake Ross: "We're racing there in a couple days. She has reason."
Shocked, she let her opinion fly on the matter..
Rin: "[gasps] and to think my manufacturer knows to not let me in it. So sad."
Jake Ross: "It indeed is a sad sad situation, Jess."
But the teasing little sister..
Candy: "I'll send you a postcard."
Rin: "Hey, I live here now!"
In the man's head, it's not all bad, as he reveals..
Jake Ross: "The thing is we're going to deal with Sonny.. the favorite to win. Being around him's a pain in the ass, wait till you see him in that Balance-Of-Performance improved Viper."
And the teasing big sister..
Rin: "Oooohh.. I'll send you a white flag."
Candy: "Eh, you! The tabloids ARE saying I'm his equal, big sis!"
Remembering this claim, the guiding light adds of a certain fact..
Rin: "I heard.. you're now being called by fans as the Wolfpack, was it?"
Jake Ross: "Yup."
Candy then shared her thoughts, crossing her arms..
Candy: "Being named after some rebellious wrestling stable is one thing. Much as I know I'm a wolf, those two.."
Jake Ross: "Are dogs that can kill: members of The List. Something I've been trying to wrestle you about.."
Rin: "You got her now!"
With her superstition of getting free pass into the List's safehouse answered, she rebutted..
Candy: "I appreciate it, but I really have to keep telling you I'm done with street racing."
Jake Ross: "But it's what built you. It's what got you into this mess. And I deal with wild animals.. enough so that I know this bul[BLEEP] from them a mile away."
Stepping forwards with Rin on his side, he continued, with that unmistakable serious vibe about..
Jake Ross: "This is between us and her. It's her pa that's got you wrangled in this decision."
Candy wasn't so sweet about it as she talks back..
Candy: "Oh, feisty. You choked that out of someone?"
Jake Ross: "That man who's only known as being rude in his name, yes. But choke? That's your weak spot."
With that crap coming out, she wasn't going to let it fly as she argues..
Candy: "I didn't hear that. Actually, let me word it better: I refuse to hear that coming from you."
Jake Ross: "If not her ears, then.. how about a hands-on experience?"
He would make a sharp whistle, and as if she was ordered, the agent of chaos would..
Rin: "HI-YAAA!"
..reach out and grip her little sis by the throat, somehow stunning the latter.
Candy: "Erkk.."
Rin: "TELL ME I'M NOT SOFT!"
Jake Ross: "Just as I suspected. Completely immobile. I don't need mix #4 to keep her pacified."
Planning to leave, he turns, then orders..
Jake Ross: "So, once you're done knocking her out, you better tell her we're off to Grand Valley for some practice."
Rin: "Message received, Jake!"
And he begins to leave, hearing the sound of a Hong Kongese little racer losing her breath.
While he's merciless enough to let this be, a sense of unease came as Rin enters his mind on this process..
Jake Ross: "Good God, she's really into this.. bullying her little sister thing.."
Now on the phone, alone in the safehouse, the man behind the Outlaw talked..
Jake Ross: "That guy.. Brand was it? He won't be bothering your operation no more. I made sure.."
....
Jake Ross: "Yup. Couple years in the slammer ought to teach him and his posse a thing. Kidnapping women and kids for a ransom.. we both know it ain't okay."
....
Jake Ross: "I appreciate that. Money's tight for me these days. My career's not quite perfect as many ought to believe."
....
Jake Ross: "...actually, there was. An unknown organization's personally come to say hello... nah, he's dead."
....
Jake Ross: "Not this time. My hands.. they're clean for now. Suicide pill, I guess. He's got a nice car. Ford GT."
....
Jake Ross: "Nah, not like mine. The new one. Carbon Edition. And oddly one that's got no VIN."
....
Jake Ross: "Personally, I'd keep it, but it's too risky. People start asking the wrong questions, and it's over before you know it."
....
Jake Ross: "I know a guy.. says Ford GTs are quite rare on the used car market. Nobody's willing to let them go, or.. you know. Got no choice but to scrap it."
....
Jake Ross: "Guess it just means the time ain't right."
....
Jake Ross: "Mmmhmm.. but enough of that. I've matters to attend to. You folk stay safe, alright?"
As he discards his phone back to his jacket pocket, he breathes out an opinion with a conflicting tone..
Jake Ross: "The time ain't right.. don't sound right."
As he thought to leave, he however sniffs the air..
A hint of jasmine like no other he knows, meaning, even without looking..
Jake Ross: "Candy."
Hiding behind the violet Miura, Candy comes out now that she's been found, suggesting..
Candy: "Uhh.. forgive me for prying, but.."
Jake Ross: "Prying? I wasn't going to suspect a thing considering you ain't able to do anything about my business."
Insulted, she turns up the grump as she follows..
Candy: "How intimidating. But after this much time you f[BLEEP]ing around with my psyche, I don't scare so easy."
Jake Ross: "Yeah? Honest or not, I don't give a crap. I know you're about to ask, so I'll just say it."
Candy: "Do I give off that curious aura that easy?"
The spooky man replied, unsure if it's right to say..
Jake Ross: "Honestly, don't know. But you see.. I'm a man with connections to quite a few local underworld organizations in California. Consider it more side work."
Candy: "Like wrestling?"
Jake Ross: "Yes.. yes, how did you even??"
Stammered the man in confusion, but Candy, not wanting to go through this, decided..
Candy: "You know.. 'him'. Umm.. so, more side work?"
Jake Ross: "Yeah.. maintaining a simple decent life in the most expensive side of America is quite the contrary."
Candy: "You don't say. You and big sis.. you don't live so modestly."
Straightening his jacket, he replies softly..
Jake Ross: "I take care of more than just my humble abode, y'know? These safehouses. Specificially the ones around California.. should the government ask, we say they're usually under me. This one here.. if I'm not mistaken is the sixth?"
Candy: "Sixth? Do tell.."
Jake Ross: "Join the club, and I shall."
Candy: "Annoying. You're obviously very keen on getting me trapped with you bunch, huh?"
Not wanting to use intimidation this time, Jacob explained..
Jake Ross: "Trapped? How do I put this.. look at Adachi. He and his best friend have been taken shelter by us folk and he don't regret it one bit. He's been open with us since.. you did it."
Candy: "In Eiger. Yeah.. but I'm not that naive, dark one. Then again.. you never quite know what the future holds."
Jake Ross: "That'll come, won't it?"
Candy: "Yes.. that's a very half-hearted 'yes'."
As the welcome of the safehouse begins to wane, Jacob suggests..
Jake Ross: "I suppose we better be off so I can lock up."
Candy: "Oh, emm, my car's still at your place. Take me there?"
Jake Ross: "Alright. How is it you're still here, and not with Jess, anyways?"
Candy: "Out of air leading to out of body experience.. that kind of thing I hear The Cinderella gets through quite often.."
Jake Ross: "I don't let people knock you out like that without repercussion.. so, if you want, just say the word.."
Candy: "No thanks.. I'll let her have it. But next time? I'll consider it."
Jake Ross: "Your funeral, my little Asian flower."
Oxnard, California, USA
Morning
The next morning, an unsuspecting set of warehouses..
..stage what looks to be an in-depth searching of a certain red Ford GT's identity, as a Dutch smuggler, Malaysian taxi driver slash mechanic and Fred come together to work out the car's origin story.
Although..
Carlyle: "Yup, this be the real deal alright. That be a real Ford Racing modified D35 in the backside. Hmm, I's recognize all them parts. But I can't help but.."
Ramlie: "Double checked. I got no VIN. So strange one.. I check all the places, no dice."
Carlyle: "That's shady. Shady stuff. What you's got, Freddy?"
Inspecting VIN from a tablet device, the oversized trucker reveals..
Fred: "Strange case of a car that got no numbered registration outta Brand Central, gehehaha! Ain't sure what to say."
Ramlie: "I'm rather surprised the big boss not got his own car like this lah."
Fred: "Course not! His money's not in my line of business."
Interrupting now is the entrance opening and closing, and the men find their boss walking in.
Fred: "Speak of the devil."
Jake Ross: "Working on it before I got here?"
Carlyle: "Howdy, big guy. It's gotten me's in an intrigued position, this one."
Jake Ross: "What? Never smuggled or sold a car at this value?"
Carlyle: "Shoot, course I does! I's handled an estimated 2 million credits Chaparral that one time! Just that.. that car does have VIN and insurance and stuff.. things this here GT don't have."
Ramlie: "And you see: we go through every part, it's all OEM."
Fred: "Plus we swept the car clean. Ain't nothing shady here like us in a street racer's hideout."
Jake Ross: "Which'll put a hamper if I want to own it."
More and more confused as they keep going, the action movie star tried to throw about a conclusion, stating..
Carlyle: "I's say it's a kit car, but.. it don't feel like one."
Jake Ross: "The drive's genuine, Lyle. No doubt about it."
Carlyle: "No arguments there, eh? Can't fake this much carbon fibre. But I's been meaning to ask.. your other GT wasn't new, right?"
With a thought gathered from his closest partner that's not Rin, he began to explain, in a pace that's prepared..
Jake Ross: "No. When I got it, it was 2 years used, even before Auto Plus was a thing. But everything in that car's in order. I racked thousands of miles. I can confidently pass every police obstacle with it, forced or not. Because it is mine. The documents and the VIN.. they say it will always be mine."
Carlyle: "Cool. Cool. I fancy a look meself. Maybe take a peek at the CarsenTech contraption its got."
Jake Ross: "You are most welcome to, my mane haired Dutchman."
Excited by the chance, the chubby lion man exits the scene, leaving Jacob to his two other underlings..
Ramlie: "I'm not even sure how you get that CarsenTech lah, boss guy. Nor will he even get one hint on how it works."
Jake Ross: "So long it don't ruin my driving or privacy, I don't mind it that much."
Fred: "Byeah, but I too won't mind one of them's in Pete. It'll boost interest in my truck that's fer sure, gehahaha!"
Jake Ross: "You know how that tale went, right? 3 days on sale, then they went dark."
Fred: "That's suspect, and you know it. It ain't fair!"
Ramlie: "Alaa, don't fret, tok gajah. Technology's moved on."
Fred: "Yeahh.. also, I'm a bear, not an elephant."
Ramlie: "Right.. (slip of the tongue, and he even has to remind me..)"
Back outside, making sounds to mistake him to be having a lusty moment, Carlyle keeps massaging his face towards the well kept original GT.
However..
A pair of V8 cruisers come by and park, with the women shortly exiting, interrupting his original intent.
Before he has a chance to begin flirting, the Siberian Monarch greeted..
Lena: "Dobroye utro, Leonid."
Carlyle: "Ahh.. lovely morning, Queenie. You're looking.. sexy like always."
Properly leading to a kiss on her hands, Leo now looks at the ladies besides, realizing..
Carlyle: "Ahh, umm.. You's know the rule the boss got on bringing guests to these here safehouses, right? Even though it's a pair of familiar cutie pies.."
Lena: "I have got personal request from nachalnik to bring them here."
Carlyle: "That so? I's be asking for proof, but well.. guess I better say you ladies enjoy."
And now towards the little racer, she then inquires..
Candy: "What you up to with the dark one's ride, Lyle?"
Carlyle: "Just a quick look see, doll. You heard of the CarsenTech caper? No? Then I suggest you scram."
Inside the safe house, the Asian women inspect around the place, being their first time.
Noticing appropriate places to hang about and stow cars away, they make their observations loud and clear..
Rin: "Whoaa... this is what I call spit and polish!"
Candy: "That better not be literal, big sis."
Lena: "Of course not. With exception of balagur, everyone can keep to themselves."
Noticing however the legend of Week 63, Candy added..
Candy: "So, this place is secure enough that Night Moves seems to be living here?"
Lena: "Da. Surprised to hear Leonid still have positive net profit even though here is reminder of his business's risk."
Rin: "I can only turn a blind eye for sooo long, you know."
And the only person standing by: the man that connects these women, is found standing straight and stoic by the car he wants, but can't get..
Candy: "Look at him. he's really fixated on that Ford GT, big sis. And those eyes.. I hope you don't mind me saying he's liable to be cheating on you, big sis."
Rin: "(Again?! Cheating? THAT word??) Urr, emm.. don't push it, little sis."
Lena: "And now I leave you to it. I need rest."
Lena then leaves, as the rest come together.
Jacob, with an ounce of guilt, turned and expresses it..
Jake Ross: "Ahh, glad to see you're both here. Real sorry about last night, Jess."
Confused, little sis steps on and replies..
Candy: "Sorry? Rin-san? Hello? I'm the one doubting this man's character the whole time I know him, but you argued he was the perfect role model last night, what of.."
Rin: "When we're not apart, to me.. a night alone is hard. Real hard. It's one of our promises after the Great Split."
Eyes in shock, she notes in a completely unprepared tone..
Candy: "Ghastly.. she speaks of such an event so openly.."
Jake Ross: "Expecting something out of her to be this unpredictable, but honest, is one reason why I love her. But now.."
They then turn back to the GT, and the big boss then spoke grimly..
Jake Ross: "I like, but fate is against me: unless I figure out how the Prophecy can collect supercars like no tommorow, we're not keeping the car."
Candy: "Not surprised."
Rin: "We can't find a legal loophole to exploit this time. And I know Clark-san isn't going to be open about this."
Jake Ross: "But it don't mean we're not going to have some fun with it. Candy knows who's at Grand Valley waiting for us."
She nodded, replying on..
Candy: "Yup. Plus a certain Vietcong mercenary."
Jake Ross: "He's not welcome here unlike yourself. So I told him that. But I'll let it slip.. that's going to change eventually."
Rin: "Right. But I'm sure little sis isn't here to be your guest or anything."
Jake Ross: "We're racing there in a couple days. She has reason."
Shocked, she let her opinion fly on the matter..
Rin: "[gasps] and to think my manufacturer knows to not let me in it. So sad."
Jake Ross: "It indeed is a sad sad situation, Jess."
But the teasing little sister..
Candy: "I'll send you a postcard."
Rin: "Hey, I live here now!"
In the man's head, it's not all bad, as he reveals..
Jake Ross: "The thing is we're going to deal with Sonny.. the favorite to win. Being around him's a pain in the ass, wait till you see him in that Balance-Of-Performance improved Viper."
And the teasing big sister..
Rin: "Oooohh.. I'll send you a white flag."
Candy: "Eh, you! The tabloids ARE saying I'm his equal, big sis!"
Remembering this claim, the guiding light adds of a certain fact..
Rin: "I heard.. you're now being called by fans as the Wolfpack, was it?"
Jake Ross: "Yup."
Candy then shared her thoughts, crossing her arms..
Candy: "Being named after some rebellious wrestling stable is one thing. Much as I know I'm a wolf, those two.."
Jake Ross: "Are dogs that can kill: members of The List. Something I've been trying to wrestle you about.."
Rin: "You got her now!"
With her superstition of getting free pass into the List's safehouse answered, she rebutted..
Candy: "I appreciate it, but I really have to keep telling you I'm done with street racing."
Jake Ross: "But it's what built you. It's what got you into this mess. And I deal with wild animals.. enough so that I know this bul[BLEEP] from them a mile away."
Stepping forwards with Rin on his side, he continued, with that unmistakable serious vibe about..
Jake Ross: "This is between us and her. It's her pa that's got you wrangled in this decision."
Candy wasn't so sweet about it as she talks back..
Candy: "Oh, feisty. You choked that out of someone?"
Jake Ross: "That man who's only known as being rude in his name, yes. But choke? That's your weak spot."
With that crap coming out, she wasn't going to let it fly as she argues..
Candy: "I didn't hear that. Actually, let me word it better: I refuse to hear that coming from you."
Jake Ross: "If not her ears, then.. how about a hands-on experience?"
He would make a sharp whistle, and as if she was ordered, the agent of chaos would..
Rin: "HI-YAAA!"
..reach out and grip her little sis by the throat, somehow stunning the latter.
Candy: "Erkk.."
Rin: "TELL ME I'M NOT SOFT!"
Jake Ross: "Just as I suspected. Completely immobile. I don't need mix #4 to keep her pacified."
Planning to leave, he turns, then orders..
Jake Ross: "So, once you're done knocking her out, you better tell her we're off to Grand Valley for some practice."
Rin: "Message received, Jake!"
And he begins to leave, hearing the sound of a Hong Kongese little racer losing her breath.
While he's merciless enough to let this be, a sense of unease came as Rin enters his mind on this process..
Jake Ross: "Good God, she's really into this.. bullying her little sister thing.."
Now on the phone, alone in the safehouse, the man behind the Outlaw talked..
Jake Ross: "That guy.. Brand was it? He won't be bothering your operation no more. I made sure.."
....
Jake Ross: "Yup. Couple years in the slammer ought to teach him and his posse a thing. Kidnapping women and kids for a ransom.. we both know it ain't okay."
....
Jake Ross: "I appreciate that. Money's tight for me these days. My career's not quite perfect as many ought to believe."
....
Jake Ross: "...actually, there was. An unknown organization's personally come to say hello... nah, he's dead."
....
Jake Ross: "Not this time. My hands.. they're clean for now. Suicide pill, I guess. He's got a nice car. Ford GT."
....
Jake Ross: "Nah, not like mine. The new one. Carbon Edition. And oddly one that's got no VIN."
....
Jake Ross: "Personally, I'd keep it, but it's too risky. People start asking the wrong questions, and it's over before you know it."
....
Jake Ross: "I know a guy.. says Ford GTs are quite rare on the used car market. Nobody's willing to let them go, or.. you know. Got no choice but to scrap it."
....
Jake Ross: "Guess it just means the time ain't right."
....
Jake Ross: "Mmmhmm.. but enough of that. I've matters to attend to. You folk stay safe, alright?"
As he discards his phone back to his jacket pocket, he breathes out an opinion with a conflicting tone..
Jake Ross: "The time ain't right.. don't sound right."
As he thought to leave, he however sniffs the air..
A hint of jasmine like no other he knows, meaning, even without looking..
Jake Ross: "Candy."
Hiding behind the violet Miura, Candy comes out now that she's been found, suggesting..
Candy: "Uhh.. forgive me for prying, but.."
Jake Ross: "Prying? I wasn't going to suspect a thing considering you ain't able to do anything about my business."
Insulted, she turns up the grump as she follows..
Candy: "How intimidating. But after this much time you f[BLEEP]ing around with my psyche, I don't scare so easy."
Jake Ross: "Yeah? Honest or not, I don't give a crap. I know you're about to ask, so I'll just say it."
Candy: "Do I give off that curious aura that easy?"
The spooky man replied, unsure if it's right to say..
Jake Ross: "Honestly, don't know. But you see.. I'm a man with connections to quite a few local underworld organizations in California. Consider it more side work."
Candy: "Like wrestling?"
Jake Ross: "Yes.. yes, how did you even??"
Stammered the man in confusion, but Candy, not wanting to go through this, decided..
Candy: "You know.. 'him'. Umm.. so, more side work?"
Jake Ross: "Yeah.. maintaining a simple decent life in the most expensive side of America is quite the contrary."
Candy: "You don't say. You and big sis.. you don't live so modestly."
Straightening his jacket, he replies softly..
Jake Ross: "I take care of more than just my humble abode, y'know? These safehouses. Specificially the ones around California.. should the government ask, we say they're usually under me. This one here.. if I'm not mistaken is the sixth?"
Candy: "Sixth? Do tell.."
Jake Ross: "Join the club, and I shall."
Candy: "Annoying. You're obviously very keen on getting me trapped with you bunch, huh?"
Not wanting to use intimidation this time, Jacob explained..
Jake Ross: "Trapped? How do I put this.. look at Adachi. He and his best friend have been taken shelter by us folk and he don't regret it one bit. He's been open with us since.. you did it."
Candy: "In Eiger. Yeah.. but I'm not that naive, dark one. Then again.. you never quite know what the future holds."
Jake Ross: "That'll come, won't it?"
Candy: "Yes.. that's a very half-hearted 'yes'."
As the welcome of the safehouse begins to wane, Jacob suggests..
Jake Ross: "I suppose we better be off so I can lock up."
Candy: "Oh, emm, my car's still at your place. Take me there?"
Jake Ross: "Alright. How is it you're still here, and not with Jess, anyways?"
Candy: "Out of air leading to out of body experience.. that kind of thing I hear The Cinderella gets through quite often.."
Jake Ross: "I don't let people knock you out like that without repercussion.. so, if you want, just say the word.."
Candy: "No thanks.. I'll let her have it. But next time? I'll consider it."
Jake Ross: "Your funeral, my little Asian flower."
Grand Valley, Highway 1
Big Sur, California, USA
Late Morning
Away in sunny Big Sur, the track, while open, remains relatively unused by the public.
Having being reserved for racing teams attending a race in a few days later on, the morning seems to be the perfect time to come in and get some laps in, though this isn't quite the case for today.
Standing by the pit wall, Igneus Racing president Hamza stands by, looking for a car.
But what he found was a group of mercenaries loitering about, and one of them, wearing a red car, comes by, but not without something on his hands..
Hamza: "He approaches with a plastic explosive on hand.. fortunately how this is America.."
As the distance closes, the rich Arab turns to greet..
Hamza: "Ahh. You must be.. the one Jacob calls Rudeboy. Is that an alias, or.."
Rudeboy: "Both? Hey, it's Rudeboy, but it don't mean mother f[BLEEP]ing s[BLEEP], sir. It's just name, okay? Pleasure to meet!"
Hamza: "A foul mouth, yet a warm heart. Strange, but I say a pleasure."
Rudeboy: "Why, umm.. thank you!"
Rubbing his facial hair, Hamza then spoke up..
Hamza: "Quick introductions: call me Hamza. I might be stuck behind fortune, but my real drive is to be an adventurer. Going out to places like these, meeting people like you. To find the beauty of camaraderie and the journeys that bond us.. it's the ecstasy that defines my enjoyment in life, my brother."
Rudeboy: "Intriguing. I like.. umm.. bombs. I feel it's the wrong subject to break the mother f[BLEEP]ing ice with."
Hamza: "Amusing.. that is very true, brother. Thanks for being upfront about it regardless. And now.."
He then turns to the track, and as Rudeboy was to follow suit..
A menacing red flash passes through..
Backlash
Stephen Root & Steve Emny
Burnout 2: Point of Impact
Rudeboy: "That's a quick little rocket, is it?"
Before he replied, the Arab race president makes use of a timing device, and clicked on the timer.
Noting the speed trap of the finish line, he states with interest..
Hamza: "At 165 miles per hour. Come and sit.."
As the car exits the first sharp corner, the two men converse..
Rudeboy: "And you're timing?! With old piece of clockwork?"
Hamza: "Why would I not, brother? A bomb expert loves these things, correct?"
Rudeboy: "A good bomb is nothing without good tick tock clock! Umm.. you said you don't like bombs?"
Slipping through sectors, this CarsenTech armed Peugeot showed promise back in a stacked Sunday Cup in Fuji.
However today: it seemed even faster than then.
Taking turns like a hazardous arcade racer known for the crashing physics, the Peugeot blazes through the tunnel..
And across the line in no time soon after!
Clicking his device, Hamza inspects..
Hamza: "1:59.2. That is.. blisteringly quick."
Rudeboy: "Ohh. That must be good f[BLEEP]ing s[BLEEP]."
Hamza though had more than just a stopwatch, but also a radio by his side, raising it now to speak..
Hamza: "Come back in."
Being his first time around, Rudeboy then asks politely..
Rudeboy: "So, what's that kind of time represent?"
Hamza: "Something truly bewitching. We shall meet the man behind it."
As instructed, the Peugeot comes in.
And as it parks, the driver, exiting with his usual theme song playing out loud, finds the men, and energetically makes his way across the parking lot.
The men he meet find themselves quite interested, complimenting his efforts..
Hamza: "Fine work. That's 2 minutes gone by with a hatchback.. although by a small margin, by the way."
Sonny: "Hell yeah! Road legal hot hatch with track tires! You don't see that every day, do you, Hamz? [teeth shines]"
The pompous ass however shifted his attention to the Vietnamese mercenary..
Sonny: "Yo! It's you: Candy's highway star, was it? Rudeguy!"
Hamza: "Pardon him. It's Rudeboy."
Sonny: "Close enough. But looks to me you being here means we got something.. special for you, bro."
Rudeboy: "Yeah, I had talk with that uhh.. big rough man dressed in black.."
Sonny: "Jake? The guy that you figured quickly is The Outlaw. He'll tell you more about it when he gets here, I wager."
Rudeboy: "F[BLEEP] yeah, that's what he said."
Sonny: "It's a perk for being.. me.. [eyes glare]"
Though, the parking lot would become extra crowded, as a large convoy enters the area.
Knowing who they are, the men look on.
Sonny: "And the party's all here."
Rudeboy: "Party? Ohh, I forgot the mother f[BLEEP]ing fireworks.."
Seeing they're here, the man leading this crew then exits his Signature Car, and looked towards the one off man out.
Jake Ross: "Mister Truong Manh... I see you've met Hamza and Sonny.. the financial backbone of my grand operation in its infancy."
Sonny: "Don't say a thing now: yes, all bills are settled."
Hamza: "I still remain because they have a journey to venture forth. No way I wish to miss that, my friends."
Jake Ross: "Got anything to add?"
Shaking his head, he replies..
Rudeboy: "No. Why, on the surface you seem like a nice crew. At least."
Jake Ross: "Appreciate that. Now, you mind telling me about your own operation."
Rudeboy: "Alright."
Jake Ross: "Alone. I apologize, but alone."
Sonny: "C'mon, lah. You gotta get us something to entertain us with."
A request from his longtime friend wasn't going to be left hanging..
Jake Ross: "Hmm.."
As he looked to his side, he found an answer.
Carrying what looks to be a lifesize doll of Candy, he puts it down, and then announces his exit..
Jake Ross: "Here. Now if you excuse me.."
But once again, this toy Candy isn't a toy Candy, as the egoist then noted humorously.
Sonny: "I like how he threw you in the scene like some gigantic plush, Candy baby."
Candy: "Please. It's not my first rodeo, gentlemen. Or you know.. it's nice to see you two again?"
Hamza: "Likewise, milady."
Realizing her team captain's around, she turned to him first, respectfully asking..
Candy: "I know today's formally time for practice, sir, but.. today, you know about.."
Hamza: "The Ford GT? Why of course. It's like you say: not our first rodeo."
Candy: "Is that so?"
Hamza: "Milady, the Kirkham Foundation has one privately owned as a company car I would say. I've put some miles behind it one time."
Sonny: "The same white one, right?"
Hamza: "Precisely, brother. But, assuming it's not the white one that's in The List's posession, perhaps you know where is it?"
Holding her face in thought, she then answered, while not 100 percent sure..
Candy: "Back of a heavy load truck that's coming in a time you can probably guess.."
Sonny: "I'll put my money on 20 minutes."
Moving on, she wondered..
Candy: "Anything else you have been briefed about from the dark one?"
Hamza: "Well.. that car is the focus. He wants everyone around him to have a few laps with it before he asks that ravishing Dutch one to start dissolving it. He says to have an idea what he handles, but it's a whole different car.."
However, Candy's focus on getting an idea is interrupted by the half Asian man nearby, notably..
Candy: "There's that nasty grin.. what's on your mind?"
Sonny: "Oh, well.. it's a flashback, really."
Crush (Devin Townsend remix)
Pendulum
The Reworks
With a mention of a white Ford GT owned by the Kirkham Foundation, Sonny stepped back into a past era..
An intense aura surrounds the British inspired American supercar in a recently re-opened Laguna Seca.
It's not breaking lap records, but it doesn't mean the driver isn't having any fun.
Terrorizing the track day full of cars of many kinds and makes, Sonny then felt a special thrill being in a racecar that can be run on the road as well.
He wasn't alone, as from the safety of the pits, Mythic Herald Nash too would watch on in awe of such a car, alongside the egoist's best bro, and a wanted racer from San-Fran.
And before he knew it..
The day comes to a close, hiding a secret that he intended to make use to perhaps instigate? Or maybe trigger an envious sensation his friend.
The self proclaimed badass looked it back, running his mouth without realize.
Sonny: "A badass day in Laguna Seca has me gather with the lofty rich folk of the Kirkham Foundation, except Bon's little sis, that is. It's also.. the day I stuffed Cierra in her own car's trunk for whatever reason.. It can't be for the hell of it. Maybe Kirk remembers..."
Candy's dress was sleeveless, but he knew she was going to go for a great fist to his teeth upon noticing, having him change pace..
Sonny: "I know you just remembered, sis. You can put your fist away."
Candy: "The more I want to respect you, the more I'm starting to understand how Lulu feels about you.."
However, Sonny knew he wasn't capable of that kind of prankwork, and thus recalled why it happened..
Sonny: "Lightbulb! I think it's because she fainted seeing my.. completely utter badass visage for the first time. And Nash told me she's to be kept out of plain sight, because she then had a warrant.."
Hamza: "And surely you thought of further than to keep her in her own trunk?"
Sonny: "Of course, but we was in a rush, beh. All honesty, that was tough. Afterwards, she kept us away with a 2 meter pole.. we had to earn her trust. Kirk went on to review her car and put on his own magical touches to make it better. And that's just to start with."
An image developed in his head.. two incredibly shy people meeting, blushing red as they discussed how Cierra managed to install modern Bilstein springs underneath a Coronet Super Bee without hassle.
This thought led to Sonny asking..
Sonny: "Be honest, Candy baby: I have my answer, but do you believe love can bloom on the battlefield?"
She paused, confused for a moment, but then it hit her..
Candy: "If you mean on track, I see you and Nirvana.. so you're saying.. Kirk and Cierra??"
Feeling enamored by this finding, she answered back..
Candy: "Ahhh.. They're peas in the same pod, aren't they?"
Sonny: "I'm glad you sort of see it too, baby."
Not wanting to leave her superior alone, Candy directed her attention to him, asking..
Candy: "Anyways.. the team's coming past noon, right?"
Hamza: "Yes. Enough time for us to play around before your first Group 3 journey here. I suppose we go get dressed. Do watch out for that Dutch one, he's.. got his own peeping holes around in the ladies area.."
Sonny: "How'd you know that, beh?"
Hamza: "Caught him in the act, my brother. I wish to detail no further."
Big Sur, California, USA
Late Morning
Away in sunny Big Sur, the track, while open, remains relatively unused by the public.
Having being reserved for racing teams attending a race in a few days later on, the morning seems to be the perfect time to come in and get some laps in, though this isn't quite the case for today.
Standing by the pit wall, Igneus Racing president Hamza stands by, looking for a car.
But what he found was a group of mercenaries loitering about, and one of them, wearing a red car, comes by, but not without something on his hands..
Hamza: "He approaches with a plastic explosive on hand.. fortunately how this is America.."
As the distance closes, the rich Arab turns to greet..
Hamza: "Ahh. You must be.. the one Jacob calls Rudeboy. Is that an alias, or.."
Rudeboy: "Both? Hey, it's Rudeboy, but it don't mean mother f[BLEEP]ing s[BLEEP], sir. It's just name, okay? Pleasure to meet!"
Hamza: "A foul mouth, yet a warm heart. Strange, but I say a pleasure."
Rudeboy: "Why, umm.. thank you!"
Rubbing his facial hair, Hamza then spoke up..
Hamza: "Quick introductions: call me Hamza. I might be stuck behind fortune, but my real drive is to be an adventurer. Going out to places like these, meeting people like you. To find the beauty of camaraderie and the journeys that bond us.. it's the ecstasy that defines my enjoyment in life, my brother."
Rudeboy: "Intriguing. I like.. umm.. bombs. I feel it's the wrong subject to break the mother f[BLEEP]ing ice with."
Hamza: "Amusing.. that is very true, brother. Thanks for being upfront about it regardless. And now.."
He then turns to the track, and as Rudeboy was to follow suit..
A menacing red flash passes through..
Backlash
Stephen Root & Steve Emny
Burnout 2: Point of Impact
Rudeboy: "That's a quick little rocket, is it?"
Before he replied, the Arab race president makes use of a timing device, and clicked on the timer.
Noting the speed trap of the finish line, he states with interest..
Hamza: "At 165 miles per hour. Come and sit.."
As the car exits the first sharp corner, the two men converse..
Rudeboy: "And you're timing?! With old piece of clockwork?"
Hamza: "Why would I not, brother? A bomb expert loves these things, correct?"
Rudeboy: "A good bomb is nothing without good tick tock clock! Umm.. you said you don't like bombs?"
Slipping through sectors, this CarsenTech armed Peugeot showed promise back in a stacked Sunday Cup in Fuji.
However today: it seemed even faster than then.
Taking turns like a hazardous arcade racer known for the crashing physics, the Peugeot blazes through the tunnel..
And across the line in no time soon after!
Clicking his device, Hamza inspects..
Hamza: "1:59.2. That is.. blisteringly quick."
Rudeboy: "Ohh. That must be good f[BLEEP]ing s[BLEEP]."
Hamza though had more than just a stopwatch, but also a radio by his side, raising it now to speak..
Hamza: "Come back in."
Being his first time around, Rudeboy then asks politely..
Rudeboy: "So, what's that kind of time represent?"
Hamza: "Something truly bewitching. We shall meet the man behind it."
As instructed, the Peugeot comes in.
And as it parks, the driver, exiting with his usual theme song playing out loud, finds the men, and energetically makes his way across the parking lot.
The men he meet find themselves quite interested, complimenting his efforts..
Hamza: "Fine work. That's 2 minutes gone by with a hatchback.. although by a small margin, by the way."
Sonny: "Hell yeah! Road legal hot hatch with track tires! You don't see that every day, do you, Hamz? [teeth shines]"
The pompous ass however shifted his attention to the Vietnamese mercenary..
Sonny: "Yo! It's you: Candy's highway star, was it? Rudeguy!"
Hamza: "Pardon him. It's Rudeboy."
Sonny: "Close enough. But looks to me you being here means we got something.. special for you, bro."
Rudeboy: "Yeah, I had talk with that uhh.. big rough man dressed in black.."
Sonny: "Jake? The guy that you figured quickly is The Outlaw. He'll tell you more about it when he gets here, I wager."
Rudeboy: "F[BLEEP] yeah, that's what he said."
Sonny: "It's a perk for being.. me.. [eyes glare]"
Though, the parking lot would become extra crowded, as a large convoy enters the area.
Knowing who they are, the men look on.
Sonny: "And the party's all here."
Rudeboy: "Party? Ohh, I forgot the mother f[BLEEP]ing fireworks.."
Seeing they're here, the man leading this crew then exits his Signature Car, and looked towards the one off man out.
Jake Ross: "Mister Truong Manh... I see you've met Hamza and Sonny.. the financial backbone of my grand operation in its infancy."
Sonny: "Don't say a thing now: yes, all bills are settled."
Hamza: "I still remain because they have a journey to venture forth. No way I wish to miss that, my friends."
Jake Ross: "Got anything to add?"
Shaking his head, he replies..
Rudeboy: "No. Why, on the surface you seem like a nice crew. At least."
Jake Ross: "Appreciate that. Now, you mind telling me about your own operation."
Rudeboy: "Alright."
Jake Ross: "Alone. I apologize, but alone."
Sonny: "C'mon, lah. You gotta get us something to entertain us with."
A request from his longtime friend wasn't going to be left hanging..
Jake Ross: "Hmm.."
As he looked to his side, he found an answer.
Carrying what looks to be a lifesize doll of Candy, he puts it down, and then announces his exit..
Jake Ross: "Here. Now if you excuse me.."
But once again, this toy Candy isn't a toy Candy, as the egoist then noted humorously.
Sonny: "I like how he threw you in the scene like some gigantic plush, Candy baby."
Candy: "Please. It's not my first rodeo, gentlemen. Or you know.. it's nice to see you two again?"
Hamza: "Likewise, milady."
Realizing her team captain's around, she turned to him first, respectfully asking..
Candy: "I know today's formally time for practice, sir, but.. today, you know about.."
Hamza: "The Ford GT? Why of course. It's like you say: not our first rodeo."
Candy: "Is that so?"
Hamza: "Milady, the Kirkham Foundation has one privately owned as a company car I would say. I've put some miles behind it one time."
Sonny: "The same white one, right?"
Hamza: "Precisely, brother. But, assuming it's not the white one that's in The List's posession, perhaps you know where is it?"
Holding her face in thought, she then answered, while not 100 percent sure..
Candy: "Back of a heavy load truck that's coming in a time you can probably guess.."
Sonny: "I'll put my money on 20 minutes."
Moving on, she wondered..
Candy: "Anything else you have been briefed about from the dark one?"
Hamza: "Well.. that car is the focus. He wants everyone around him to have a few laps with it before he asks that ravishing Dutch one to start dissolving it. He says to have an idea what he handles, but it's a whole different car.."
However, Candy's focus on getting an idea is interrupted by the half Asian man nearby, notably..
Candy: "There's that nasty grin.. what's on your mind?"
Sonny: "Oh, well.. it's a flashback, really."
Crush (Devin Townsend remix)
Pendulum
The Reworks
With a mention of a white Ford GT owned by the Kirkham Foundation, Sonny stepped back into a past era..
An intense aura surrounds the British inspired American supercar in a recently re-opened Laguna Seca.
It's not breaking lap records, but it doesn't mean the driver isn't having any fun.
Terrorizing the track day full of cars of many kinds and makes, Sonny then felt a special thrill being in a racecar that can be run on the road as well.
He wasn't alone, as from the safety of the pits, Mythic Herald Nash too would watch on in awe of such a car, alongside the egoist's best bro, and a wanted racer from San-Fran.
And before he knew it..
The day comes to a close, hiding a secret that he intended to make use to perhaps instigate? Or maybe trigger an envious sensation his friend.
The self proclaimed badass looked it back, running his mouth without realize.
Sonny: "A badass day in Laguna Seca has me gather with the lofty rich folk of the Kirkham Foundation, except Bon's little sis, that is. It's also.. the day I stuffed Cierra in her own car's trunk for whatever reason.. It can't be for the hell of it. Maybe Kirk remembers..."
Candy's dress was sleeveless, but he knew she was going to go for a great fist to his teeth upon noticing, having him change pace..
Sonny: "I know you just remembered, sis. You can put your fist away."
Candy: "The more I want to respect you, the more I'm starting to understand how Lulu feels about you.."
However, Sonny knew he wasn't capable of that kind of prankwork, and thus recalled why it happened..
Sonny: "Lightbulb! I think it's because she fainted seeing my.. completely utter badass visage for the first time. And Nash told me she's to be kept out of plain sight, because she then had a warrant.."
Hamza: "And surely you thought of further than to keep her in her own trunk?"
Sonny: "Of course, but we was in a rush, beh. All honesty, that was tough. Afterwards, she kept us away with a 2 meter pole.. we had to earn her trust. Kirk went on to review her car and put on his own magical touches to make it better. And that's just to start with."
An image developed in his head.. two incredibly shy people meeting, blushing red as they discussed how Cierra managed to install modern Bilstein springs underneath a Coronet Super Bee without hassle.
This thought led to Sonny asking..
Sonny: "Be honest, Candy baby: I have my answer, but do you believe love can bloom on the battlefield?"
She paused, confused for a moment, but then it hit her..
Candy: "If you mean on track, I see you and Nirvana.. so you're saying.. Kirk and Cierra??"
Feeling enamored by this finding, she answered back..
Candy: "Ahhh.. They're peas in the same pod, aren't they?"
Sonny: "I'm glad you sort of see it too, baby."
Not wanting to leave her superior alone, Candy directed her attention to him, asking..
Candy: "Anyways.. the team's coming past noon, right?"
Hamza: "Yes. Enough time for us to play around before your first Group 3 journey here. I suppose we go get dressed. Do watch out for that Dutch one, he's.. got his own peeping holes around in the ladies area.."
Sonny: "How'd you know that, beh?"
Hamza: "Caught him in the act, my brother. I wish to detail no further."
Everyone had to wait their turn today for a run on track with a Ford GT.
And soon enough..
Candy: "Now it's my turn.. and.."
Danger High Voltage
Electric Six
Fire
Candy: "There's the song that's been buzzing."
And soon enough..
Candy: "Now it's my turn.. and.."
Danger High Voltage
Electric Six
Fire
Candy: "There's the song that's been buzzing."
I think a major perk of having the Ford GT is that, for a car that's expensive, it finds itself way more tunable than quite a lot of cars at this performance level. This is especially now that I've associated this car's general driving style to be akin of the Alfa Romeo Group 3 car, in addition to the car having more than just a singular paragraph.
No, before you ask: there isn't an engine swap here. It'd be nice if we can have the Ford GT Spec II V8 like what the Focus RS got. But that engine bay being visible makes this quite hard for anyone to believe. GT Auto isn't quite so bare however, as they also have some aero kits: a fortunate case for a car this high up in PP with its stock 120-120 downforce not really going to cut it if you want to get it higher up. Styling is another question, but hey: you gotta make sacrifices unless you're me with.. 650PP Aston Martin Vulcan on Sports tires.
At this power range, I'm rather piqued by the choice of turbos. Not only does the GT get the whole low mid high brouhaha, but each of them has purpose. Low and high creates new peaks for the power, and the mid range for a straight up power boost without much change to the flavor. Since the amount of power boosted isn't that drastic, this is definitely up to preference. Low's for a more active car that wants you on your toes, high for those who want to reach the top of the food chain, and mid for 'when overkill with the D35 isn't enough'.
And another thing: you might notice the car's weight reduction goes down to level 5. That deserves to go to someplace else, to be honest. It might be a docile supercar, but perhaps you can invest should you really feel you want this car to go wild. At this power range.. well, this is a choice I'd not make since it might upset the car's balance. To be honest, now that I'm seeing a bit more of the car, it's one you either have to go all out, or leave it as is. There's no little touches in the power and weight related PP changing department.
But since it has terrible brakes, the car needs some racing pads. Go get those. Don't care of your PP budget, this extra 5 PP from my suggestion is essentially me doing you a favor. As for the suspension, you also just want some general hardening. Add an extra kick at the rear to mainly fix the car's understeery as heck disorder. My proportions for spring rate are like 2.4 and 3.2 on the stock Sports Hards, and since this is such a safe car, I say you can go wilder.
And unlike a few other cars, the LSD and gearbox are fine for the car. And since every little bit helps, you can retain that 20 acceleration on the LSD and just reduce the other two to 5 for a bit of personal preference. The gears really look upon if you put a new turbo or not on the car. Wide gears for low and high, tight ones for mid and stock. Just make sure you address that final cruising gear that shouldn't even be a cruising gear.
No, before you ask: there isn't an engine swap here. It'd be nice if we can have the Ford GT Spec II V8 like what the Focus RS got. But that engine bay being visible makes this quite hard for anyone to believe. GT Auto isn't quite so bare however, as they also have some aero kits: a fortunate case for a car this high up in PP with its stock 120-120 downforce not really going to cut it if you want to get it higher up. Styling is another question, but hey: you gotta make sacrifices unless you're me with.. 650PP Aston Martin Vulcan on Sports tires.
At this power range, I'm rather piqued by the choice of turbos. Not only does the GT get the whole low mid high brouhaha, but each of them has purpose. Low and high creates new peaks for the power, and the mid range for a straight up power boost without much change to the flavor. Since the amount of power boosted isn't that drastic, this is definitely up to preference. Low's for a more active car that wants you on your toes, high for those who want to reach the top of the food chain, and mid for 'when overkill with the D35 isn't enough'.
And another thing: you might notice the car's weight reduction goes down to level 5. That deserves to go to someplace else, to be honest. It might be a docile supercar, but perhaps you can invest should you really feel you want this car to go wild. At this power range.. well, this is a choice I'd not make since it might upset the car's balance. To be honest, now that I'm seeing a bit more of the car, it's one you either have to go all out, or leave it as is. There's no little touches in the power and weight related PP changing department.
But since it has terrible brakes, the car needs some racing pads. Go get those. Don't care of your PP budget, this extra 5 PP from my suggestion is essentially me doing you a favor. As for the suspension, you also just want some general hardening. Add an extra kick at the rear to mainly fix the car's understeery as heck disorder. My proportions for spring rate are like 2.4 and 3.2 on the stock Sports Hards, and since this is such a safe car, I say you can go wilder.
And unlike a few other cars, the LSD and gearbox are fine for the car. And since every little bit helps, you can retain that 20 acceleration on the LSD and just reduce the other two to 5 for a bit of personal preference. The gears really look upon if you put a new turbo or not on the car. Wide gears for low and high, tight ones for mid and stock. Just make sure you address that final cruising gear that shouldn't even be a cruising gear.
A pair of women, those that aren't connected but find themselves bonded, admire the sea breeze around as they sit by the barricaded cliffside.
Candy: "I.. like the wind here.."
Rin: "Hehee, I'm not surprised. We're well attuned to the wind.. just ask Moto-san."
Candy: "I don't think I will.. he lives by Yokohama Bay. I wonder if there's more than just love to the breezes there.."
Rin: "Me and him, back in the day.. we use to run around the streets, getting ourselves chased sometimes.. a test of our agility if not with driving."
Realizing this is her origin of parkour, Candy pushed..
Candy: "Oh? Is that his secret? I feel I could get behind.."
Rin: "You, parkour? Umm.. no offense, but.."
Candy: "Big sis doubling down on how someone like me is out of the leagues of running about?! How unsurprisingly brash of you!"
Rin: "It's not just running!"
An angry streak came, but to someone like Candy, the fact they first met here in Week 2, with differing circumstances, came to mind.
Unable to stay easy about it, she then holds back..
Rin: "I.. umm.."
Candy: "I know, I'm sorry too. I mean.. this place also reminds me.. of that day."
"Everyone sees street bred Candy Lam dominate the championships: something that should be easy for you track bred ilk. But so far you prove to me otherwise. Can you see the facts ahead of you?"
"You! Dare talk to me with such a tone!! There's no way I want to find myself helping you, or letting you do what you desire! Good. Bye."
They obviously thought of that day with disdain, even though in the end: it led to these women nurturing a bond they never knew had.
Candy: "Look at us now.. we've become wiser, happier. And most importantly: bonded. Because of our father."
Rin: "I know.. you're still hurt. From then."
Candy: "Even though I was the tough guy."
Rin: "Tough guy.."
The Interpol lady continued, remembering her first interaction..
Rin: "And on that day too.. you told me first hand to never call you cute. But I'm quite sure you have to announce that to a lot of the other people you've met."
Candy: "Oh, well.. a few.. that yellow Canuck comes to mind.."
Rin: "Miranda-san?"
Hearing that name, she confirms..
Candy: "That one."
Rin: "She's.. umm.. inspirational to me."
Candy: "Inspirational?"
Rin: "It went back to our first meeting too. Umm.. Me and Zumi-san, freshly turned partners, had to investigate her movie studio, and just as we found the crims.. they put us in a bind. She help put us out of it with her.. kung fu."
Remembering the Christmas caper, Candy asked..
Candy: "Do you.. find her perhaps an actor for another character?"
Rin: "Not really. She's got a heart radiating with warmth and happy thoughts."
Candy: "..well, I suppose she does. (Still nothing. Maybe she isn't who I think then..)"
Like the speed of the wind, a change of topic did come..
Rin: "You know what else I remember.. you meeting Jake-san."
But it was the worst one for the little racer.
Candy: "Ohh.. Oh no. Oh no you don't. Don't you even-HOW DARE YOU!"
Rin: "[imitating] Eyaah!! Please!! C-calm your r-reins, oh dark one.."
Meeting former protagonist Jacob Ross was one of the worst moments in her whole life.
Enraged, she decided to make use of that strength she's exhibited in the past, carrying her big sis over her head.
Rin: "EHH? EEEHHHHHHH?!!"
Taking aim at the cliffside, she proclaimed with fury..
Candy: "Why.. with how you held my neck earlier I can withstand. But THIS?! Those elephant seals look MIGHTY HUNGRY!!"
Rin: "UUWAAAHH, please, little sis! W-we're bonded!"
Candy: "It's going to be bonded in spirit now! HIYAAAAA~!!"
Rin: "NOOOOOOOOO!!"
Not far off at the pitlane, racing teams gather as sounds of cars and machinery develop.
However, to the Asian-American Badass, he somehow can overhear what shouldn't even be heard..
Sonny: "You hear screaming? I suppose I know who that could be."
Jake Ross: "Wager they're having a sister to sister moment."
Sonny: "It's a blood curdling scream, Jake."
Jake Ross: "Is it? Well, I hope I ain't got anything to do with it.. or what comes after."
Now off his chair, Jacob heads towards Hamza, who has a list of times on a nearby whiteboard.
Jake Ross: "I know we're not aiming to compete, but anyone has the best lap with that Ford?"
Hamza: "I'm not going to sugar coat it, my friend.. but it's Candy. See here.. a good 3 hundredths ahead of you and Sonny."
Feeling mildly defeated, he commented..
Jake Ross: "Hmph. Well, I concede then. For our first time.. sort of.. she's quite good."
Hamza: "Brother, it's in her to be quite adaptable, isn't it?"
Jake Ross: "It is! It is.. no question. It displeases me she's not keen on being part of The List."
Seeing this pursuit, Sonny added on..
Sonny: "And then we try to get her in The Mythic Initiative, was it?"
Jake Ross: "That's Nash's thing, not mine. He's interested, but if he's aiming for.. top Group 3 points racer, we already have you."
Sonny: "I know lah, bro. I was going to ask.. why have her, when I'm here?"
Jake Ross: "Wager it's some deal he and Shinzo's coughed up before he passed. Maybe he knew about the estranged third child slash apprentice. And plus: even kept it from me.. his favorite son."
Hamza: "I back this. My brother, it's no secret among the board that he has a lot of love for Shinzo, and this bond is shared with his apprentices."
Jake Ross: "Mmm.."
Thinking about his old mentor, Jacob then continued..
Jake Ross: "He's got question after question lined up, that Nash. But I have answers for why that Asian flower."
Sonny: "And?"
Jake Ross: "I want a foothold in Japan. Her, Truong Manh, and Adachi, to start off. Guess for now I'll have Adachi focus on that Rudeboy first."
Hamza: "We haven't gotten Europe and he's planning ahead. This is my good friend Louie's style.. get all bases loaded before the big home run."
Sonny: "That's a good analogy, Hamz. I was gonna say something like: haiyaa no, but that makes good sense."
Hamza: "A million thanks, brother."
Although the only thought Sonny has of Japan is the Shuto Expressway, and the amount of times he sped there, including..
Sonny: "Guess it means I better stop f[BLEEP]ing around with Nirvana there."
Jake Ross: "I'm not even sure why you both keep butting heads."
Sonny: "It's our special little thing, Jake, my man. Why don't we ever keep developing each other like this, eh?"
Jake Ross: "Everyone has their own way. Which reminds me.."
He gestures the men to look to the side..
A Tout Le Monde (Instrumental)
Megadeth
Rust In Peace
..being their last moment with a certain red Ford GT.
The cowboy, standing straight and sad in a small way, made his vow clear..
Jake Ross: "I'm still interested. That little racer has once again set a goal I need to reach here."
Hamza: "Why, I support you. Should you wonder why you don't see them around Arabia.. Ford is choosy to whom they sell the car to. Guess they don't favor much to rich oil people."
Sonny: "Really, eh? How about the original GT?"
Jake Ross: "You know this story, Son. I bought it used. But these things used are.. like diamonds in the dust."
Sonny: "Which makes sense considering their strict ruling, maa. So I think you should do it the old fashioned way."
Jake Ross: "Of?"
Sonny: "Race for them, and race good. I'm surprised you haven't any idea that's how it goes, bro."
Jake Ross: "I'm still new to Group 3."
Sonny: "But you're making a killing. You didn't win your debut, but you're a consistent top 5 finisher. And eyes are on you for this upcoming race."
A chuckle followed, as Hamza would put it more accurately..
Hamza: "God Almighty, you made him glow, my brother."
Sonny: "I ALWAYS make him glow."
He turns back, facing down on his lifelong friend..
Jake Ross: "If this is how it goes, then you and that little prick's going to feel it."
Sonny: "You're probably the only guy who can make me cry to my late mama behind the wheel, Jake. Do me a favor and.. really disappoint my first race here in Grand Valley."
They both put out a stiff hand shake, a sign of their sportsmanship towards each other, and one they hope to spread across the racers they will face.
Jake Ross: "With pleasure."
It's raceday in Grand Valley, and the crowds that gather challenge the noise of the seaside venue with excitement.
Up front, the little racer leads the charge, but she isn't scot free yet.
Consistently under a second behind, a Viper GT3-R handled by her self proclaimed equal, proves to make a visible race winner rather unpredictable.
However..
Headless Horse
Jeff Dyck, Saki Kaskas
Need For Speed II Soundtrack
A new challenger approaches.
In sight of cars #666 and #18, a semi-familiar Group 3 Mustang is now within reach of the race leaders, now pushing hard to enter the slipstream range..
Jake Ross: "It's showtime."
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So, what took the whole episode so long was not the fact that I was working on it. It's that I've picked up a few games to play again. Namely the 2025 return and rebooted Tokyo Extreme Racer that has taxis outpace idiots in Swifts, as well as the the more serious, offshoot prequel of Chinese genocide simulator Dynasty Warriors Origins. And also Skyrim with a co-op mod. These things happen.
But I am genuinely sad to even today (as of upload) that I missed the parade lap. I should've spoken up, but that'll be selfish of me should anything come of it.
As much as I try to simplify all that happens, it's quite long. I guess longer than the Christmas special that precedes this. Expect me to write about all the Ford GT cars that's coming up, including the Mk. 4, Spec II, the 2016 Le Mans winner, and of course the Mk 1 road car.. the bane of Gran Turismo 2.
If this was a younger SPD, it'd be a no brainer I give this car to the, now former, main character. But I'm wiser now. He is going to earn it, and when it comes, I hope the impact is more effective and unexpected. You've seen the Car with No Name plenty of times, as well as a special guest that so happens to have raced with you on this car's Saturday lobby.
There's a great crowd here today whose words remain little. A lot of those who started as simple side dishes served on the platter known as Gran Turismo 5. Back when I had the knack for creating, but not executing. These days, my aim for these main members of The List seem to be having them try showing a notable difference in how they act, and eventually characterize. They're literally the first characters introduced in writing when I first got started, and they were way simpler in that past age. Until they get an arc, I can't have them shine. Not yet (except Sonny, that is).
And there's another flashback that has no context. It's a reference to me writing this car when it came out with Laguna Seca in GT Sport. Titled "Jacob's Shadow", it episodes Sonny trying to grasp a potential new darkness his BFF so happens to begin harboring. The theme song of that episode is one of my favorite remixes to ever exist for a hit DnB song: with the power of electric guitar. Far as my past writing's concerned, that episode also serves as the debut for a certain Cierra Mercer into my writing universe, as well as her Dodge Coronet that made a few sporadic appearances about. And said episode's main aesop: the best way to deal with facing your fears is to step up to the challenge.
Which brings me to this one's lesson: never expect anything to come on a silver platter. More often than not, you gotta work for it.
Last thing: that Ford Mustang Group 3, known by the name 'The Outlaw's Horror' is perhaps one of my more well known personal liveries I shared a lot in the early days of GT Sport. Now, in it's third iteration, it's taken on a more modern Mustang racecar look with the shades of the Laguna Seca colors. But I decided for it to take on its original identity for a theme song, back when it was called 'The Headless Horse'. It's a self jab, but you ought to know, right?
This week's roster wheelspin winner was 'Rudeboy' Do Truong Manh. I'm starting to think this whole random wheelspin is a bad idea on how well I can write them in. It's also a reminder whatever the next episode's star car will be, I will spin said roster wheel with people from The Big 3. Or write around them. Depends on the car.
But I am genuinely sad to even today (as of upload) that I missed the parade lap. I should've spoken up, but that'll be selfish of me should anything come of it.
As much as I try to simplify all that happens, it's quite long. I guess longer than the Christmas special that precedes this. Expect me to write about all the Ford GT cars that's coming up, including the Mk. 4, Spec II, the 2016 Le Mans winner, and of course the Mk 1 road car.. the bane of Gran Turismo 2.
If this was a younger SPD, it'd be a no brainer I give this car to the, now former, main character. But I'm wiser now. He is going to earn it, and when it comes, I hope the impact is more effective and unexpected. You've seen the Car with No Name plenty of times, as well as a special guest that so happens to have raced with you on this car's Saturday lobby.
There's a great crowd here today whose words remain little. A lot of those who started as simple side dishes served on the platter known as Gran Turismo 5. Back when I had the knack for creating, but not executing. These days, my aim for these main members of The List seem to be having them try showing a notable difference in how they act, and eventually characterize. They're literally the first characters introduced in writing when I first got started, and they were way simpler in that past age. Until they get an arc, I can't have them shine. Not yet (except Sonny, that is).
And there's another flashback that has no context. It's a reference to me writing this car when it came out with Laguna Seca in GT Sport. Titled "Jacob's Shadow", it episodes Sonny trying to grasp a potential new darkness his BFF so happens to begin harboring. The theme song of that episode is one of my favorite remixes to ever exist for a hit DnB song: with the power of electric guitar. Far as my past writing's concerned, that episode also serves as the debut for a certain Cierra Mercer into my writing universe, as well as her Dodge Coronet that made a few sporadic appearances about. And said episode's main aesop: the best way to deal with facing your fears is to step up to the challenge.
Which brings me to this one's lesson: never expect anything to come on a silver platter. More often than not, you gotta work for it.
Last thing: that Ford Mustang Group 3, known by the name 'The Outlaw's Horror' is perhaps one of my more well known personal liveries I shared a lot in the early days of GT Sport. Now, in it's third iteration, it's taken on a more modern Mustang racecar look with the shades of the Laguna Seca colors. But I decided for it to take on its original identity for a theme song, back when it was called 'The Headless Horse'. It's a self jab, but you ought to know, right?
This week's roster wheelspin winner was 'Rudeboy' Do Truong Manh. I'm starting to think this whole random wheelspin is a bad idea on how well I can write them in. It's also a reminder whatever the next episode's star car will be, I will spin said roster wheel with people from The Big 3. Or write around them. Depends on the car.
As the main character, Candy Lam is bound to appear in every segment, be it either as the lead role, or as a small mention.
The infamous Sweet Toothed Lone Wolf of Asia, or known worldwide as Le Glace Pacer. While her social presence is significantly poor, her presence on the track hasn't been short of perfection, now under the pressures of being a monetary source of higher powers, as well as her role being the most prime form of woman racers.. But don't let her hear that.
Theme Song: Def Leppard - Bad Actress
Racing Duel Music: Def Leppard - Nine Lives
Gender: Female
Nationality: Hong Kongese
Age: 30
Current occupation: Professional racecar driver
Distinct features: Long, clean, straight ashen hair tied to a ponytail via traditional red braids. A stiff, stoic Asian beauty that starts to show sign of wrinkling, covered by heavy layers of makeup. Thin, rounded diamond face, with various beauty signs of it being worked on unnaturally, especially her unblemished small snub nose, heavily lipsticked mouth and thin brown Asian eyes. Short body with small proportions.
Choice of clothing: Typical modern glossy sleveless Hong Kong dress, but 90% she will have her favorite on, that's in blood red with a white bauhinia pattern on, with matching sandals. Most of her clothes and themes come in red or white.
Cars: Toyota GR Yaris 1st Edition RZ "High Performance", MINI Cooper S, Honda NSX Type R '02, Mazda Demio XD Touring, Nissan Skyline GTS-R (R31)
Even though she's a proud Hong Kongese, Candy is actually born in high society Tokyo, and more exposed to living in a usual Japanese lifestyle. An only child, it was easy to find herself spoiled rotten from a young age, getting what she wants and not caring how it got there, thanks to wealth she inherits strongly. Her father notably was an executive in Toyota's racing division.
A target in her younger ages, Candy's early life was full of trouble from others that are against her being a Hong Kong native in Japan. She never made any friends as a result, and this loner habit of hers remained even after changing schools, going so far to even give her a new alias. While her parents have a strong standing in the society she lived in, she remained in their shadow, because she couldn't find comfort out of it.
Upon reaching her adult days, Candy's first 'milestone' would come when an incident in a high class event caused her to run, leading to a manic police car chase spanning several weeks before she was arrested. The victim of these events would have deep ties with various Yakuza families. While her parents retreated to Hong Kong, Candy stayed in Japanese prison, learning that if nothing needs to come her way, she needs to learn something she initially dreaded to do: manipulate the human mind, a state of thought she was once a victim of.
After her sentence, she regained her freedom, and it didn't take long that was noticed by the city's largest street racing community. Still with her inherited wealth, she started off strong in the streets. Years then pass, in which she eventually proves herself as a top competitor for racing in many top endurance races worldwide.
While her fans are out there in many parts around for being a woman dominating a man's sport, she's not exactly a great social interactor, and is a nobody outside the racing community. With many questions still left unanswered, maybe there are more ulterior motives with the unsanctioned blue MINI project..
The infamous Sweet Toothed Lone Wolf of Asia, or known worldwide as Le Glace Pacer. While her social presence is significantly poor, her presence on the track hasn't been short of perfection, now under the pressures of being a monetary source of higher powers, as well as her role being the most prime form of woman racers.. But don't let her hear that.
Theme Song: Def Leppard - Bad Actress
Racing Duel Music: Def Leppard - Nine Lives
Gender: Female
Nationality: Hong Kongese
Age: 30
Current occupation: Professional racecar driver
Distinct features: Long, clean, straight ashen hair tied to a ponytail via traditional red braids. A stiff, stoic Asian beauty that starts to show sign of wrinkling, covered by heavy layers of makeup. Thin, rounded diamond face, with various beauty signs of it being worked on unnaturally, especially her unblemished small snub nose, heavily lipsticked mouth and thin brown Asian eyes. Short body with small proportions.
Choice of clothing: Typical modern glossy sleveless Hong Kong dress, but 90% she will have her favorite on, that's in blood red with a white bauhinia pattern on, with matching sandals. Most of her clothes and themes come in red or white.
Cars: Toyota GR Yaris 1st Edition RZ "High Performance", MINI Cooper S, Honda NSX Type R '02, Mazda Demio XD Touring, Nissan Skyline GTS-R (R31)
Even though she's a proud Hong Kongese, Candy is actually born in high society Tokyo, and more exposed to living in a usual Japanese lifestyle. An only child, it was easy to find herself spoiled rotten from a young age, getting what she wants and not caring how it got there, thanks to wealth she inherits strongly. Her father notably was an executive in Toyota's racing division.
A target in her younger ages, Candy's early life was full of trouble from others that are against her being a Hong Kong native in Japan. She never made any friends as a result, and this loner habit of hers remained even after changing schools, going so far to even give her a new alias. While her parents have a strong standing in the society she lived in, she remained in their shadow, because she couldn't find comfort out of it.
Upon reaching her adult days, Candy's first 'milestone' would come when an incident in a high class event caused her to run, leading to a manic police car chase spanning several weeks before she was arrested. The victim of these events would have deep ties with various Yakuza families. While her parents retreated to Hong Kong, Candy stayed in Japanese prison, learning that if nothing needs to come her way, she needs to learn something she initially dreaded to do: manipulate the human mind, a state of thought she was once a victim of.
After her sentence, she regained her freedom, and it didn't take long that was noticed by the city's largest street racing community. Still with her inherited wealth, she started off strong in the streets. Years then pass, in which she eventually proves herself as a top competitor for racing in many top endurance races worldwide.
While her fans are out there in many parts around for being a woman dominating a man's sport, she's not exactly a great social interactor, and is a nobody outside the racing community. With many questions still left unanswered, maybe there are more ulterior motives with the unsanctioned blue MINI project..
The newest member of infamous street racers The List so happens to be one country bumpkin that puts his charm above all else to any sweet talking, pretty lady he finds, whether they like it or not.
Theme Song: The Alan Parsons Project - Psychobabble
Racing Duel Music: Cinderella - The More Things Change
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Age: 28
Current occupation: Stunt actor
Distinct features: Blonde hair, often slicked upwards to a folded twirl, revealing his charmed, rugged diamond face. Small green eyes behind medical sunglasses, with a chubby hook nose and a wide mouth that drastically puts a nasty idea to his often showing grin. Average height, with slightly wide profile. Skin is blemished in many places. Always chewing wheat.
Choice of clothing: Never consistent, but it's always action oriented. He can be wearing a tank top, to army fatigues. His lower body usually has khakis and combat boots. Has an affinity for orange. Wears special sunglasses due to an incident that damaged his eyesight.
Cars: Plymouth Superbird, DeTomaso Mangusta, Maserati Merak SS, Nissan Silvia K's Type S (S14)
This ravishing, but honest down to earth lover was born from a long line of the first Dutch immigrants to America of the 19th Century. Being a rural countryman of Illinois descent, Carlyle hasn't been of note in the racing world. But everyone around him know this man can get into the career without issue, as he's got the moves thanks to his long experience as a prime stunt actor of a small Los Angeles movie studio: Aurea Signum Studios. And one mantra that follows would be how that studio never fakes their stunts. Carlyle specializes in the vehicular aspect of this, notably, aside from women, he gets his arousing fix through high speed chases.
How Carlyle manages this is due to his family's ties with the classic car communities all over America. He's never without his Superbird ever since he turned 16, and it's always seen nearing 200 MPH. No doubt this would lead to how he's a frequenter to the police stations all over the nation, taking chances to just woo at just about any woman he sees within. Most commonly, that would be in central Los Angeles, where his own mother works at, and he would meet a significant link: a Japanese officer living in America, who has ties with the most infamous street racer in the nation.
A night stint of The List was interfered when Carlyle made their legendary speedster sweat with nitrous behind them. Not only did it get him a spot on The List, codenamed "Hot Shot" as per their rules, but he would prove invalauble as team support, along with being a creative thinker stemming from his army cadet youth, especially if he'd be deluded to say women were on the line.
In fact: a figure such as he somehow carries major weight in the underworld, particularly being the man to go to procure older cars, be it a used car or a Hagerty appraised classic. There are strong suggestions his role in the classic car communities are just a front for smuggling, but rumors remain as rumors.
Theme Song: The Alan Parsons Project - Psychobabble
Racing Duel Music: Cinderella - The More Things Change
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Age: 28
Current occupation: Stunt actor
Distinct features: Blonde hair, often slicked upwards to a folded twirl, revealing his charmed, rugged diamond face. Small green eyes behind medical sunglasses, with a chubby hook nose and a wide mouth that drastically puts a nasty idea to his often showing grin. Average height, with slightly wide profile. Skin is blemished in many places. Always chewing wheat.
Choice of clothing: Never consistent, but it's always action oriented. He can be wearing a tank top, to army fatigues. His lower body usually has khakis and combat boots. Has an affinity for orange. Wears special sunglasses due to an incident that damaged his eyesight.
Cars: Plymouth Superbird, DeTomaso Mangusta, Maserati Merak SS, Nissan Silvia K's Type S (S14)
This ravishing, but honest down to earth lover was born from a long line of the first Dutch immigrants to America of the 19th Century. Being a rural countryman of Illinois descent, Carlyle hasn't been of note in the racing world. But everyone around him know this man can get into the career without issue, as he's got the moves thanks to his long experience as a prime stunt actor of a small Los Angeles movie studio: Aurea Signum Studios. And one mantra that follows would be how that studio never fakes their stunts. Carlyle specializes in the vehicular aspect of this, notably, aside from women, he gets his arousing fix through high speed chases.
How Carlyle manages this is due to his family's ties with the classic car communities all over America. He's never without his Superbird ever since he turned 16, and it's always seen nearing 200 MPH. No doubt this would lead to how he's a frequenter to the police stations all over the nation, taking chances to just woo at just about any woman he sees within. Most commonly, that would be in central Los Angeles, where his own mother works at, and he would meet a significant link: a Japanese officer living in America, who has ties with the most infamous street racer in the nation.
A night stint of The List was interfered when Carlyle made their legendary speedster sweat with nitrous behind them. Not only did it get him a spot on The List, codenamed "Hot Shot" as per their rules, but he would prove invalauble as team support, along with being a creative thinker stemming from his army cadet youth, especially if he'd be deluded to say women were on the line.
In fact: a figure such as he somehow carries major weight in the underworld, particularly being the man to go to procure older cars, be it a used car or a Hagerty appraised classic. There are strong suggestions his role in the classic car communities are just a front for smuggling, but rumors remain as rumors.
Tech savvy geek with a forte in extreme sports. While her chaotic nature always gets her into situations unwanted, her overall innocent and kind upbringing gets her to be responsible of being the only one capable of lighting up the complete darkness in her husband's inner struggles for a final identity.
Theme Song: Muse - Guiding Light
Racing Duel Music: Eurythmics - Would I Lie To You?
Gender: Female
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 29
Current occupation: Interpol special operative
Distinct features: Medium, layered bob burgundy hair. Athletic, slightly wide diamond face. Brown hooded eyes, thin almond nose and a small mouth. A natural beauty with a small layer of makeup that exists only to hide her eyebags. Thin profile with an average height, and above average proportions.
Choice of clothing: Always wears a bespoke pair of sporty earphones. Never with a distinct fashion style due to her clinging as a master of disguise, even though she's more of a master of imitation. Most of a time she's with a sporty crop top, denim skirt with tight sporty arm socks, leggings and sports shoes.
Cars: Lexus LFA, Lexus RC F, Daihatsu Copen, Daihatsu COPEN RJ Vision Gran Turismo
Rin started off life in Tochigi. Not even years in, she has been diagnosed with a minor mental defect which hampered her thought processes. While it didn't get in the way of her everyday living, it prompted her parents to remain her a single child. It did get her to do the occasional odd and unusual behaviour. Aspiring to be the family's model child, she didn't let her setbacks bring her down. A top grading student with impressive feats in athleticism, and to remain incredibly pretty; you can say all these good things about her, it's supposedly impossible.
With her mother, love was unconditional, but her father seems held back. Further on in her teen life, she would find out aside his day job that he's a well known, on and off street racer. The relationship would sour further, but that changed in the aftermath of when she decided it's time to see if she can do better. Acing her driver's test was one thing, but immediately sneaking out and winning a Clubman Cup event in Motegi was the next.
Rin would head to the UK instead of local institutes for higher education, but it was a guise as her father wanted to protect her from local troubles stirred by his actions. Away from home, this would be a pivotal era for her development. An old friend became her starting point in racing. She would meet certain individuals, including her husband to be. But also came a criminal group that wanted to exploit her near perfect genetics, with these events causing mental damage, and giving way to her chaotic shifts in mood.
She would make her escape in marriage, prompting her to stay in California. The paranoia didn't stop there. On the first chance she could, she started working as a police officer, even deciding to adopt identities and learn imitation. But her fears did arrive. They staged an accident, and before she got taken away, she escaped, leaving everything behind for a long 7 years. This time was used for her to anonymously hone her racing to a whole new high, protected by Interpol.
And gladly, that time is over. But a lot has changed. Most importantly: her father has died. Initially succeeding him by joining FIA GT racing, she failed to inquire an investigation on how he left a legacy behind in the form of Candy..
Theme Song: Muse - Guiding Light
Racing Duel Music: Eurythmics - Would I Lie To You?
Gender: Female
Nationality: Japanese
Age: 29
Current occupation: Interpol special operative
Distinct features: Medium, layered bob burgundy hair. Athletic, slightly wide diamond face. Brown hooded eyes, thin almond nose and a small mouth. A natural beauty with a small layer of makeup that exists only to hide her eyebags. Thin profile with an average height, and above average proportions.
Choice of clothing: Always wears a bespoke pair of sporty earphones. Never with a distinct fashion style due to her clinging as a master of disguise, even though she's more of a master of imitation. Most of a time she's with a sporty crop top, denim skirt with tight sporty arm socks, leggings and sports shoes.
Cars: Lexus LFA, Lexus RC F, Daihatsu Copen, Daihatsu COPEN RJ Vision Gran Turismo
Rin started off life in Tochigi. Not even years in, she has been diagnosed with a minor mental defect which hampered her thought processes. While it didn't get in the way of her everyday living, it prompted her parents to remain her a single child. It did get her to do the occasional odd and unusual behaviour. Aspiring to be the family's model child, she didn't let her setbacks bring her down. A top grading student with impressive feats in athleticism, and to remain incredibly pretty; you can say all these good things about her, it's supposedly impossible.
With her mother, love was unconditional, but her father seems held back. Further on in her teen life, she would find out aside his day job that he's a well known, on and off street racer. The relationship would sour further, but that changed in the aftermath of when she decided it's time to see if she can do better. Acing her driver's test was one thing, but immediately sneaking out and winning a Clubman Cup event in Motegi was the next.
Rin would head to the UK instead of local institutes for higher education, but it was a guise as her father wanted to protect her from local troubles stirred by his actions. Away from home, this would be a pivotal era for her development. An old friend became her starting point in racing. She would meet certain individuals, including her husband to be. But also came a criminal group that wanted to exploit her near perfect genetics, with these events causing mental damage, and giving way to her chaotic shifts in mood.
She would make her escape in marriage, prompting her to stay in California. The paranoia didn't stop there. On the first chance she could, she started working as a police officer, even deciding to adopt identities and learn imitation. But her fears did arrive. They staged an accident, and before she got taken away, she escaped, leaving everything behind for a long 7 years. This time was used for her to anonymously hone her racing to a whole new high, protected by Interpol.
And gladly, that time is over. But a lot has changed. Most importantly: her father has died. Initially succeeding him by joining FIA GT racing, she failed to inquire an investigation on how he left a legacy behind in the form of Candy..
They said if there was a God in the worldwide street racing scene, Jacob Ross' moniker as The Outlaw was the very thing He and anyone else in said scene would be unequivocally afraid of.
Theme Song: Metallica - Disposable Heroes (Remastered)
Racing Duel Music: Gary Numan - I Am Dust
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Age: 33
Current occupation: Rookie racer, in guise of his top street racer moniker
Distinct features: Balding marked, medium swept up brown hair. Roughened up with a few cut scars, but smooth, thin chiseled, and somewhat attractive diamond face. Aggressive, azure down turned eyes, thick grecian nose and serious, semi-thick lips. Tall build, with a fit build carrying developed muscles. Those muscles would artificially expand further when he becomes The Outlaw.
Choice of clothing: Black is the name of the game, usually with a custom tailored suit vest under a dark long wool jacket. Never seen without a black bespoke pinch front cowboy hat, with an engraving: 'Oderint dum metuant'. As The Outlaw, he would add on a thick specially crafted bulletproof attire, and a breathing apparatus that steams out an unusual drug should he need it.
Cars: Ford GT '06, Ford Mustang Boss 429, Ford Mustang Gr. 3 Road Car (as The Outlaw)
As the firstborn of a rich Californian racing legend, racing was definitely in his blood and Jacob had that opportunity for succeeding his father, joyous and determined this is the future for him.
But in his youth, something happened to his young psyche, and to say it changed him would seriously put it mildly.
The details remain sketchy, and it remained a sensitive topic within his family even to today. It drove a wedge between him and his parents far enough that he wouldn't be the same after his teens. These events harbors the influence of him becoming a fearless, serious somber man with said fear as a weapon of his own.
Now that the weight of succession is beared to someone else, Jacob carved his own destiny. Mixing his passions of the past with his more darkened methods, he toughed through the many grueling years to become the self proclaimed, undisputed fastest street racer of the US, through being a founding member of The List, aliased as The Outlaw: a drug enhanced, nigh unbeatable driver with a penchant for deceit, destruction, disrespect and fire, usually all combined. It's said that there are unspeakable tales of terror that happens to those who oppose The Outlaw: the identity he protects dearly, so much that over time, he's developed a vengeance to those that threaten this visage and those close to him.
Eventually, he married someone: a youthful Japanese girl who would be the greatest ray of sunshine he could ever get. But even that was a marriage that wouldn't last, as both became a target from greater powers. After a long 7 years, that threat now extinguished, he resumed the bumpy, happy life, hoping to outrun the past he knew wouldn't catch up. These days, Jacob has recently registered as a rookie FIA racer, with initial plans in his head saying to take it slow. All seems dandy, until certain events including the rise of his wife's old enemies resurface, enveloping him in the darkness where he then believes is the only place he belongs.
And if his fans and followers are familiar with his talents that developed his legacy, know that his history with a clenching darkness has caught up to him. It's unsure whether his known heroic side has fallen, merged, or even co-exists with his persevering dark side.
Theme Song: Metallica - Disposable Heroes (Remastered)
Racing Duel Music: Gary Numan - I Am Dust
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Age: 33
Current occupation: Rookie racer, in guise of his top street racer moniker
Distinct features: Balding marked, medium swept up brown hair. Roughened up with a few cut scars, but smooth, thin chiseled, and somewhat attractive diamond face. Aggressive, azure down turned eyes, thick grecian nose and serious, semi-thick lips. Tall build, with a fit build carrying developed muscles. Those muscles would artificially expand further when he becomes The Outlaw.
Choice of clothing: Black is the name of the game, usually with a custom tailored suit vest under a dark long wool jacket. Never seen without a black bespoke pinch front cowboy hat, with an engraving: 'Oderint dum metuant'. As The Outlaw, he would add on a thick specially crafted bulletproof attire, and a breathing apparatus that steams out an unusual drug should he need it.
Cars: Ford GT '06, Ford Mustang Boss 429, Ford Mustang Gr. 3 Road Car (as The Outlaw)
As the firstborn of a rich Californian racing legend, racing was definitely in his blood and Jacob had that opportunity for succeeding his father, joyous and determined this is the future for him.
But in his youth, something happened to his young psyche, and to say it changed him would seriously put it mildly.
The details remain sketchy, and it remained a sensitive topic within his family even to today. It drove a wedge between him and his parents far enough that he wouldn't be the same after his teens. These events harbors the influence of him becoming a fearless, serious somber man with said fear as a weapon of his own.
Now that the weight of succession is beared to someone else, Jacob carved his own destiny. Mixing his passions of the past with his more darkened methods, he toughed through the many grueling years to become the self proclaimed, undisputed fastest street racer of the US, through being a founding member of The List, aliased as The Outlaw: a drug enhanced, nigh unbeatable driver with a penchant for deceit, destruction, disrespect and fire, usually all combined. It's said that there are unspeakable tales of terror that happens to those who oppose The Outlaw: the identity he protects dearly, so much that over time, he's developed a vengeance to those that threaten this visage and those close to him.
Eventually, he married someone: a youthful Japanese girl who would be the greatest ray of sunshine he could ever get. But even that was a marriage that wouldn't last, as both became a target from greater powers. After a long 7 years, that threat now extinguished, he resumed the bumpy, happy life, hoping to outrun the past he knew wouldn't catch up. These days, Jacob has recently registered as a rookie FIA racer, with initial plans in his head saying to take it slow. All seems dandy, until certain events including the rise of his wife's old enemies resurface, enveloping him in the darkness where he then believes is the only place he belongs.
And if his fans and followers are familiar with his talents that developed his legacy, know that his history with a clenching darkness has caught up to him. It's unsure whether his known heroic side has fallen, merged, or even co-exists with his persevering dark side.
Bohemian Like You plays
Once part of the greatest street racing crew in the UK, Sonny's now a key player in The List's day to day finances. While these days, he's started a long running racing career, leading to a gigantic bounty of success. This egotistical, proven all around badass comes forward as the most divisive top racing figure in the USA.
Theme Song: Rush - Vapor Trail, The Dandy Warhols - Bohemian Like You
Racing Duel Music: A Silent Truth - Chariot (Daycore)
Gender: Male
Nationality: Half Singaporean, half American
Age: 32
Current occupation: As he would state it: a mother[BLEEP]ing racing celebrity
Distinct features: Curled, black medium long hair, always semi-shiny. Handsome, diamond Asian like face and skin tone, with a long stubble combined with a Zappa. Narrow angled grey eyes that shine when he wants to, subtle upturned nose, and hair surrounded mouth. Overcompensating perfect teeth that glares when he wants to. Slightly taller, semi slim build, with mild developed muscle.. also that gleam when he wants to.
Choice of clothing: Usually in biker style clothing, including leather all around with an undershirt.
Cars: Dodge SRT Viper GTS, Chevrolet Camaro Z28, Ferrari 288 GTO, GT By Citroen Road Car, Mazda Eunos Roadster (NA Special Package)
While he might have a Singaporean father, his work as a presidential bodyguard means Sonny's an all American citizen. Birthed in Washington, he moved to California when he was still very young. There, he would meet the eventual leader of The List, and befriend him, being his social contact that would relate with him as that man would darken. On the contrary, Sonny remained as optimistic as he always has been.
But his optimism didn't carry over to his education, where he was often the main culprit of racism as an issue there. It was then he would learn, then utilize his famous mantra of always being one step ahead. By using his birthday gift: a 69 Camaro, he would cause what he would dub as the best graduation day ever: getting just about every nemeses in his school driver license suspensions, while he gets away scot free. Due to this epic win, his egoist side would rise from then onwards, possibly never reaching a ceiling.
It wouldn't stop there. Applying to study in London found itself to be a costly move, and he would bring said Camaro over the Atlantic to begin street racing in those streets just to break even. And past that, UK's top street racing crew known as the Prophecy would take attention, and adopt him as the first ever mentored student, known as a Chosen. Even though Sonny did graduate with middling honours and is ready for adult life, he chose to spend his earnings to chase his hobbies, and to everyone's surprise: it would end up being his life's work, with his unshakeable ego and skill would put him in the podium spot of any racing field he touches.
In addition to his successful racing career, he took on the role as The List's main income source, internally codenamed "Chimera". In recent years, Sonny's momentum has been halted when his mother passed, and now has a mission to find the Mrs. Meng to succeed even further than just his wealth and fame. These days, while he might be the badass he claims, he's also bound to lure in all sorts of trouble, such as the bad luck he's known for among his divisive peers, alongside his, what he dubs: 'favorite hostile secret admirer' in Nirvana.
Once part of the greatest street racing crew in the UK, Sonny's now a key player in The List's day to day finances. While these days, he's started a long running racing career, leading to a gigantic bounty of success. This egotistical, proven all around badass comes forward as the most divisive top racing figure in the USA.
Theme Song: Rush - Vapor Trail, The Dandy Warhols - Bohemian Like You
Racing Duel Music: A Silent Truth - Chariot (Daycore)
Gender: Male
Nationality: Half Singaporean, half American
Age: 32
Current occupation: As he would state it: a mother[BLEEP]ing racing celebrity
Distinct features: Curled, black medium long hair, always semi-shiny. Handsome, diamond Asian like face and skin tone, with a long stubble combined with a Zappa. Narrow angled grey eyes that shine when he wants to, subtle upturned nose, and hair surrounded mouth. Overcompensating perfect teeth that glares when he wants to. Slightly taller, semi slim build, with mild developed muscle.. also that gleam when he wants to.
Choice of clothing: Usually in biker style clothing, including leather all around with an undershirt.
Cars: Dodge SRT Viper GTS, Chevrolet Camaro Z28, Ferrari 288 GTO, GT By Citroen Road Car, Mazda Eunos Roadster (NA Special Package)
While he might have a Singaporean father, his work as a presidential bodyguard means Sonny's an all American citizen. Birthed in Washington, he moved to California when he was still very young. There, he would meet the eventual leader of The List, and befriend him, being his social contact that would relate with him as that man would darken. On the contrary, Sonny remained as optimistic as he always has been.
But his optimism didn't carry over to his education, where he was often the main culprit of racism as an issue there. It was then he would learn, then utilize his famous mantra of always being one step ahead. By using his birthday gift: a 69 Camaro, he would cause what he would dub as the best graduation day ever: getting just about every nemeses in his school driver license suspensions, while he gets away scot free. Due to this epic win, his egoist side would rise from then onwards, possibly never reaching a ceiling.
It wouldn't stop there. Applying to study in London found itself to be a costly move, and he would bring said Camaro over the Atlantic to begin street racing in those streets just to break even. And past that, UK's top street racing crew known as the Prophecy would take attention, and adopt him as the first ever mentored student, known as a Chosen. Even though Sonny did graduate with middling honours and is ready for adult life, he chose to spend his earnings to chase his hobbies, and to everyone's surprise: it would end up being his life's work, with his unshakeable ego and skill would put him in the podium spot of any racing field he touches.
In addition to his successful racing career, he took on the role as The List's main income source, internally codenamed "Chimera". In recent years, Sonny's momentum has been halted when his mother passed, and now has a mission to find the Mrs. Meng to succeed even further than just his wealth and fame. These days, while he might be the badass he claims, he's also bound to lure in all sorts of trouble, such as the bad luck he's known for among his divisive peers, alongside his, what he dubs: 'favorite hostile secret admirer' in Nirvana.
One of the founding members of the infamous, vastly exclusive American street crew with an international cast known mainly as The List. This gruff in general, semi Irishman is never seen slow thanks to his all-around sense, reliance, and secret sixth sense on insa-not so insane stunts.
Theme Song: Ash - Arcadia, Dropkick Murphys - The Last Letter Home
Racing Duel Music: Dropkick Murphys - The Battle Rages On
Gender: Male
Nationality: Half British, half Irish
Age: 30
Current occupation: Car thief
Distinct features: Buzz shaved blonde hair. Chubby, rounded diamond face, surrounded by reddish tinted pale skin. Narrow droopy green eyes, freckles under the eyes, short pointed nose, and wide dried mouth. Notably carries a badass baritone. Average build and height.
Choice of clothing: Casual looks incline towards his love of British sports. Frequently with a sports shirt, slim slacks and sneakers. You're either going to see him in colors of Aston Villa FC, colors of the English white and red, or just red all over.
Cars: Many due to his ever growing collection, but he's often seen with either McLaren 12C, Toyota Ambulance Himedic or Radical SR3
A high value serviceman of petty American crime. UK born Murph was born in a smaller town: Milton-Keynes and grew up raised, then raising a church after his parents disowned him. The way he sees it, it's just another way to break free of the chains that bind him. The crazy driving of his started there, where he usually finds himself in a pinch upon doing some robbery work. In relation to the illegal duties he carries out, his overall goal is to ensure the clergy and the children they keep will never go hungry or sad. After years of this activity, Murph moved on while keeping his donations steady from the shadows. While he's never been caught entirely, getaway seems to be his forte, and that fact slowly cements itself over time.
However, his notable rise to fame would come in his penchant for using risk for massive rewards. He would find himself using lightweight sports cars in contact heavy street races, using every trick he learned in his mental book. This in turn would help him gain international infamy on the streets. With intent of clearing his heat, he lays low in America, meeting a giant and his superior in form of The Outlaw. This chance meet, also with being ahead of the pack in general racing got him a spot in The List as one of its founders, even though ulterior motives arose revealing he's to stop this uprising altogether. That suspect allegiance changed as soon as he knew the pain of a machete's deep cut to the gut, but this change of heart got him to become the official right hand man of the big boss.
Now, with his newly christened nickname as "Murph", he revels as everyone who's anyone in the worldwide street racing scene calls him insane, but he's not dumb, and so far nothing's going to stop him. Murph usually finds himself doing his racing and general thief work in the States, but he often makes his way back to the UK to catch up on the local news, check on his old stomping grounds, keep track of his car smuggling connections with his growing car collection in Surrey, or test his mettle in the growing street scenes that's been clamoring a chance at a truly insane racing machine.
Theme Song: Ash - Arcadia, Dropkick Murphys - The Last Letter Home
Racing Duel Music: Dropkick Murphys - The Battle Rages On
Gender: Male
Nationality: Half British, half Irish
Age: 30
Current occupation: Car thief
Distinct features: Buzz shaved blonde hair. Chubby, rounded diamond face, surrounded by reddish tinted pale skin. Narrow droopy green eyes, freckles under the eyes, short pointed nose, and wide dried mouth. Notably carries a badass baritone. Average build and height.
Choice of clothing: Casual looks incline towards his love of British sports. Frequently with a sports shirt, slim slacks and sneakers. You're either going to see him in colors of Aston Villa FC, colors of the English white and red, or just red all over.
Cars: Many due to his ever growing collection, but he's often seen with either McLaren 12C, Toyota Ambulance Himedic or Radical SR3
A high value serviceman of petty American crime. UK born Murph was born in a smaller town: Milton-Keynes and grew up raised, then raising a church after his parents disowned him. The way he sees it, it's just another way to break free of the chains that bind him. The crazy driving of his started there, where he usually finds himself in a pinch upon doing some robbery work. In relation to the illegal duties he carries out, his overall goal is to ensure the clergy and the children they keep will never go hungry or sad. After years of this activity, Murph moved on while keeping his donations steady from the shadows. While he's never been caught entirely, getaway seems to be his forte, and that fact slowly cements itself over time.
However, his notable rise to fame would come in his penchant for using risk for massive rewards. He would find himself using lightweight sports cars in contact heavy street races, using every trick he learned in his mental book. This in turn would help him gain international infamy on the streets. With intent of clearing his heat, he lays low in America, meeting a giant and his superior in form of The Outlaw. This chance meet, also with being ahead of the pack in general racing got him a spot in The List as one of its founders, even though ulterior motives arose revealing he's to stop this uprising altogether. That suspect allegiance changed as soon as he knew the pain of a machete's deep cut to the gut, but this change of heart got him to become the official right hand man of the big boss.
Now, with his newly christened nickname as "Murph", he revels as everyone who's anyone in the worldwide street racing scene calls him insane, but he's not dumb, and so far nothing's going to stop him. Murph usually finds himself doing his racing and general thief work in the States, but he often makes his way back to the UK to catch up on the local news, check on his old stomping grounds, keep track of his car smuggling connections with his growing car collection in Surrey, or test his mettle in the growing street scenes that's been clamoring a chance at a truly insane racing machine.
A swanky, rude Russian beauty with gems and riches on the outside, while housing a survivor, liberator and freedom fighter on the inside. This original of the List, doubling her position as Ring Meister might show signs of her peaking, but always seems to prove otherwise.
Theme Song: Garbage - Special
Racing Duel Music: The Killers - Wonderful Wonderful
Gender: Female
Nationality: Russian
Age: 34
Current occupation: Ring Meister
Distinct features: Aqua dyed medium emo styled bob. Thin triangular face. Narrow, heavily lashed blue eyes, tall thin nose and average sized lipsticked mouth. Shiny face makeup with a diamond pastel lipstick and eyeliner. Tall, slightly pale skinned, with smaller proportions.
Choice of clothing: High class is her overall uniform, usually with a shiny dress and various golden jewelleries. Her dresses are never restrictive in nature, combined with her special high heels that can convert itself to and back from sporty sandals for her unexpected racing needs.
Cars: Mercedes-AMG SLS AMG, BMW 3.0 CSL '73
Hailed from St Petersburg, Lena was the only female of 5 siblings under a wealthy Russian oligarch, whose stakes hold strong in various sports worldwide. A family with money not an issue, Lena was spoilt rotten, earning her smug and snobbish attitude. This was the age of her not growing, thinking this is life and how she's going to live it all the way to the end: gifts not ending and pampering to however she desires.
Her family's wealth would come into question when she's seen too much and found a connection through intercepting private mails. Having leading these notes all the way to a secret government experiment, Lena's faith in all she lived in broke as quick as she knew the truth, and she made a quick escape as her arrest was imminent should she remain. And after successfully finding herself in the middle of Germany with whatever she can scrounge up from her former home. Emotionally broken, THIS was the age of her growing.
Her first moves was to earn the trust of the Euro underground scene in Berlin, gaining her a new origin story, known as the fierce and violent Leona with the hair cast of diamond. While she had it hard, eventually the forte that grew was street racing. The BMW she took from her family estate was a homologation model that can do battle on the streets, earning her a reputation she nurtured.
This all leads to her move to the US, where Lena became a founding member of The List, being the only female of 5 members. A poetic reminder of her past, but these would be people she called brothers without hesitation. As time passes, The List would dissolve and Lena found her calling as a Ring Meister, hoping her past never would come to her as she lives fast. With that reason she's usually cold and uncaring to those she's hardly known.
Theme Song: Garbage - Special
Racing Duel Music: The Killers - Wonderful Wonderful
Gender: Female
Nationality: Russian
Age: 34
Current occupation: Ring Meister
Distinct features: Aqua dyed medium emo styled bob. Thin triangular face. Narrow, heavily lashed blue eyes, tall thin nose and average sized lipsticked mouth. Shiny face makeup with a diamond pastel lipstick and eyeliner. Tall, slightly pale skinned, with smaller proportions.
Choice of clothing: High class is her overall uniform, usually with a shiny dress and various golden jewelleries. Her dresses are never restrictive in nature, combined with her special high heels that can convert itself to and back from sporty sandals for her unexpected racing needs.
Cars: Mercedes-AMG SLS AMG, BMW 3.0 CSL '73
Hailed from St Petersburg, Lena was the only female of 5 siblings under a wealthy Russian oligarch, whose stakes hold strong in various sports worldwide. A family with money not an issue, Lena was spoilt rotten, earning her smug and snobbish attitude. This was the age of her not growing, thinking this is life and how she's going to live it all the way to the end: gifts not ending and pampering to however she desires.
Her family's wealth would come into question when she's seen too much and found a connection through intercepting private mails. Having leading these notes all the way to a secret government experiment, Lena's faith in all she lived in broke as quick as she knew the truth, and she made a quick escape as her arrest was imminent should she remain. And after successfully finding herself in the middle of Germany with whatever she can scrounge up from her former home. Emotionally broken, THIS was the age of her growing.
Her first moves was to earn the trust of the Euro underground scene in Berlin, gaining her a new origin story, known as the fierce and violent Leona with the hair cast of diamond. While she had it hard, eventually the forte that grew was street racing. The BMW she took from her family estate was a homologation model that can do battle on the streets, earning her a reputation she nurtured.
This all leads to her move to the US, where Lena became a founding member of The List, being the only female of 5 members. A poetic reminder of her past, but these would be people she called brothers without hesitation. As time passes, The List would dissolve and Lena found her calling as a Ring Meister, hoping her past never would come to her as she lives fast. With that reason she's usually cold and uncaring to those she's hardly known.
One of The List originals, Ramlie is known mainly as Tokyo's Fastest Taxi Driver, breaking speed limits he usually has a hand in establishing. While he can't hide his age, he's an optimistic man who desires speed through and through, never stopping his honing of said crafts he's found himself excelling at.
Theme Song: Ozzy Osbourne - Love To Hate
Racing Duel Music: Digitalism - Circles (Eric Prydz)
Gender: Male
Nationality: Malaysian
Age: 51
Current occupation: Taxi Driver
Distinct features: Naturally bald head surrounded by a slight darkened skin tone. Stubby round face, almond brown eyes, wide nose and mouth with large, shiny protruded teeth. Slightly short, but with average build.
Choice of clothing: A mish mash of whatever he finds, but usually it's a buttoned shirt with great color representation, denim shorts, slippers and cheap dark tone sunglasses.
Cars: Pontiac Firebird Trans Am, Mazda Atenza Gr. 3 Road Car
Born the second of four paddy farmer's children in a small rural community within Kedah, Ramlie never amounted to anything in life other than making sure by the end of the day, his family gets their well earned compensation. While the labour work wouldn't stop, his aspirations came to fruiton upon his family getting themselves into an industrial scale, bringing in the use of machinery to help with the farm work: garnering an interest in these machines, from what, to eventually how.
He never stopped learning to become an engineer so he too can invent and produce these marvelous creations. However, this enthusiasm would wane for a moment as soon as he's dropped out of high school. While the farmer's life would satisfy his family and friends, he aspired for more, still thinking positively that he's bound to make that impact in life somewhere. With the gizmos and gadgets mindset still strong, he headed out to make a living driving taxis.
Years pass, and Ramlie's small taxi company finds itself in good steady condition to run without issue. On the side, however, he dabbled into being a mechanic for cars, eventually putting aside one of his cabs to become an experiment street racer with a grassroots engine swap, taking more time to finally succeed. Taking it around the area and the expressways proved to garner him attention in the night racing scene. From then, the famed Uncle was born, riding sedans with unimaginable power into victory.
Finding himself in America after the local authorities drove him out of the country, Ramlie became one of the originals of the List, along the 4 members. Being the original mechanic and handyman of the team helped them out for their long age of dominance until it's time to put the heat aside and settle down. These days, Ramlie can either be working on his self tuned taxi job in Tokyo, or handling few small paddy farms in Japan as its stakeholder. He's eager to do so, but never sure when he can return to Malaysia, wanting to see how life moves on without him.
Theme Song: Ozzy Osbourne - Love To Hate
Racing Duel Music: Digitalism - Circles (Eric Prydz)
Gender: Male
Nationality: Malaysian
Age: 51
Current occupation: Taxi Driver
Distinct features: Naturally bald head surrounded by a slight darkened skin tone. Stubby round face, almond brown eyes, wide nose and mouth with large, shiny protruded teeth. Slightly short, but with average build.
Choice of clothing: A mish mash of whatever he finds, but usually it's a buttoned shirt with great color representation, denim shorts, slippers and cheap dark tone sunglasses.
Cars: Pontiac Firebird Trans Am, Mazda Atenza Gr. 3 Road Car
Born the second of four paddy farmer's children in a small rural community within Kedah, Ramlie never amounted to anything in life other than making sure by the end of the day, his family gets their well earned compensation. While the labour work wouldn't stop, his aspirations came to fruiton upon his family getting themselves into an industrial scale, bringing in the use of machinery to help with the farm work: garnering an interest in these machines, from what, to eventually how.
He never stopped learning to become an engineer so he too can invent and produce these marvelous creations. However, this enthusiasm would wane for a moment as soon as he's dropped out of high school. While the farmer's life would satisfy his family and friends, he aspired for more, still thinking positively that he's bound to make that impact in life somewhere. With the gizmos and gadgets mindset still strong, he headed out to make a living driving taxis.
Years pass, and Ramlie's small taxi company finds itself in good steady condition to run without issue. On the side, however, he dabbled into being a mechanic for cars, eventually putting aside one of his cabs to become an experiment street racer with a grassroots engine swap, taking more time to finally succeed. Taking it around the area and the expressways proved to garner him attention in the night racing scene. From then, the famed Uncle was born, riding sedans with unimaginable power into victory.
Finding himself in America after the local authorities drove him out of the country, Ramlie became one of the originals of the List, along the 4 members. Being the original mechanic and handyman of the team helped them out for their long age of dominance until it's time to put the heat aside and settle down. These days, Ramlie can either be working on his self tuned taxi job in Tokyo, or handling few small paddy farms in Japan as its stakeholder. He's eager to do so, but never sure when he can return to Malaysia, wanting to see how life moves on without him.
Once upon a time, Hamza was a well taught race car driver that partnered up with the Californian based Ross family. But looking deep through all his Arab wealth and overindulged lifestyle however is a humble adventurer who dreams to make his legend through the ventures and challenges he readies himself to overcome, like the prophets before him.
Theme Song: The Qemists - Your Revolution
Racing Duel Music: Pendulum - Propane Nightmares (Celldweller Remix)
Gender: Male
Nationality: Arabian
Age: 39
Current occupation: President of a small racing firm
Distinct features: Pale amber skin. Tall triangular face, with a thick, well trimmed full face beard. Clean swept back short black hair. Sharp brown eyes, wide, thick button nose and semi thick lipped mouth. There's usually a few scars healing on his face, but that's never determined where in different points in time. Above average height and below average weight.
Choice of clothing: Defined by his expensive keffiyeh, with a dark green pattern and shiny gold engraving around, etched with his name in Arabic. Always with formal clothing underneath, but remains to him as flexible and loose. Always wearing something above, such as an abaya, kurta or suit jacket, but they show flair of his wealth (gold engraving usually).
Cars: A whole roster of them, most prominently a Enzo Ferrari or Mercedes-AMG GT Black Series
Born the youngest son of an Arabic kingdom royalty's cousin, Hamza was actually set for life no matter how dumb or ill thought his decisions were to be. As he grew, these decisions of his brothers ill natured actions molded Hamza into the man he is today, being the lone inheritor of the family's wealth. His eldest brother was a raging alcoholic who passed in a car crash, and the following one caused an upset in his local supercar scene that led to him being jailed for fraud and other felonies. Actually pleased of their departure, Hamza took these lessons to reflect, the former getting his humility in check, the latter ensuring good graces always besting fortune.
In fact, as he reached adulthood, he knew money was the root of all evil. So instead of spoiling himself silly, Hamza thought: why not make a statement in some form in this short life and make something extraordinary. While handling his second brother's left behind assets (including the Enzo he daily drives today), Hamza notices the odd one out in this collection: a Pikes Peak Audi. Researching this car's past granted him a clear vision on what he wants to do.
Hearing of Group B, Hamza started a small racing team. Known as Igneus, the company went on to initially building high performance commercial cars of a more dune hopping nature, but it didn't take off. Instead, the focus eventually changed to reviving the Group B name that wowed many racers' souls in the past, but hopefully also learn the mistakes it had made. To ready himself, Hamza went to America to learn the delicate craft of racing. Famed for fearlessly rallying expensive sports cars with a band of thrilseekers across the nation, he eventually got involved with the Ross family, treating this family with love unlike his own.
Personally asked by the leader for his finances, Hamza's dues are paid back as the secret benefactor to The List's funds engine. And getting tutelage from The Outlaw will soon pay off should he have a need to roar whatever top end machinery he finds himself running with.
Theme Song: The Qemists - Your Revolution
Racing Duel Music: Pendulum - Propane Nightmares (Celldweller Remix)
Gender: Male
Nationality: Arabian
Age: 39
Current occupation: President of a small racing firm
Distinct features: Pale amber skin. Tall triangular face, with a thick, well trimmed full face beard. Clean swept back short black hair. Sharp brown eyes, wide, thick button nose and semi thick lipped mouth. There's usually a few scars healing on his face, but that's never determined where in different points in time. Above average height and below average weight.
Choice of clothing: Defined by his expensive keffiyeh, with a dark green pattern and shiny gold engraving around, etched with his name in Arabic. Always with formal clothing underneath, but remains to him as flexible and loose. Always wearing something above, such as an abaya, kurta or suit jacket, but they show flair of his wealth (gold engraving usually).
Cars: A whole roster of them, most prominently a Enzo Ferrari or Mercedes-AMG GT Black Series
Born the youngest son of an Arabic kingdom royalty's cousin, Hamza was actually set for life no matter how dumb or ill thought his decisions were to be. As he grew, these decisions of his brothers ill natured actions molded Hamza into the man he is today, being the lone inheritor of the family's wealth. His eldest brother was a raging alcoholic who passed in a car crash, and the following one caused an upset in his local supercar scene that led to him being jailed for fraud and other felonies. Actually pleased of their departure, Hamza took these lessons to reflect, the former getting his humility in check, the latter ensuring good graces always besting fortune.
In fact, as he reached adulthood, he knew money was the root of all evil. So instead of spoiling himself silly, Hamza thought: why not make a statement in some form in this short life and make something extraordinary. While handling his second brother's left behind assets (including the Enzo he daily drives today), Hamza notices the odd one out in this collection: a Pikes Peak Audi. Researching this car's past granted him a clear vision on what he wants to do.
Hearing of Group B, Hamza started a small racing team. Known as Igneus, the company went on to initially building high performance commercial cars of a more dune hopping nature, but it didn't take off. Instead, the focus eventually changed to reviving the Group B name that wowed many racers' souls in the past, but hopefully also learn the mistakes it had made. To ready himself, Hamza went to America to learn the delicate craft of racing. Famed for fearlessly rallying expensive sports cars with a band of thrilseekers across the nation, he eventually got involved with the Ross family, treating this family with love unlike his own.
Personally asked by the leader for his finances, Hamza's dues are paid back as the secret benefactor to The List's funds engine. And getting tutelage from The Outlaw will soon pay off should he have a need to roar whatever top end machinery he finds himself running with.
A literal definition of how fast can also come in large packages. One of The List's greatest threats because of his dirty, no holds barred racing style is way more than rubbing tactics. However, when racing clean became mandatory to be the best off his usual truck racing roots, this beloved gentle giant fortunately got no objections.
Theme Song: The Eagles of Death Metal - I'm Your Torpedo
Racing Duel Music: The Eagles of Death Metal - Complexity
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Age: 38
Current occupation: Race car driver
Distinct features: Bald crown head surrounded by a thin orange fringe. Brown almond eyes, thin bridged thick button nose, and thick narrow mouth. Thin orange beard. Has a few marks under his eyes, along with a few missing teeth. Tall body brings a largely obese build.
Choice of clothing: It's always a buttoned up cotton shirt covered in a full body denim overalls and large sports shoes. Can sometimes be seen wearing a sports cap or jacket, depending on the environment. Never without his prized gold engraved 'Mcstevenson' chain necklace.
Cars: Ford F-150 SVT Raptor
Born the youngest of 3 brothers and a single mother, Fred starts off life as facing off hardship after hardship, taking care of his home turf Virginian farm growing corn. While the yield was good and the profits manageable for them to expand and grow over time, the work was taxing. Among the competitive brotherhood working all day each day to be apart of this endeavor, Fred definitely took it easy, having a leaning towards riding the lone family tractor. This combined with his meat heavy eating habits earned him the nickname 'Gator', a name he holds dear to this day.
The family went their seperate ways as the three brothers reached adulthood, with Fred going to perform civil service in Virginia Beach. Years then pass with him looking back at the farm life he left behind for the city. He would eventually meet a fellow country bumpkin who aspired to being an attorney, who would then become his best friend, and the first one he's gotten to develop his hearty self.
Returning with money and opportunities for his siblings, he would find his family farm being taken over by a larger corporation, which as a result has his family move over to the city due to their newfound wealth. Finding out the much darker, behind the scenes activities involved in this transaction, Fred utilized his connections with his attorney friend and fought over the claim, winning this suit, but at a cost: he wouldn't be safe in his home state no more, being pursued in the dark by these suits at most times. He would pack up a newly customized semi-truck and leave. Where that led him was to a band of thrillseekers that raced over all kinds of terrains.
What good that came was a connection to a race league, but not before he would meet a shadowy outlaw and his rich Arab friend, also leading to a connection into his role as one of the founders of infamous street racing crew The List, using the racing and money to fuel both his contact heavy race craft and boisterous personality. Though, recent List charter following international street racing rules has him be the butt of the joke of a new in List meme, calling him now the Clean Gator, which he laughs alongside naturally.
Theme Song: The Eagles of Death Metal - I'm Your Torpedo
Racing Duel Music: The Eagles of Death Metal - Complexity
Gender: Male
Nationality: American
Age: 38
Current occupation: Race car driver
Distinct features: Bald crown head surrounded by a thin orange fringe. Brown almond eyes, thin bridged thick button nose, and thick narrow mouth. Thin orange beard. Has a few marks under his eyes, along with a few missing teeth. Tall body brings a largely obese build.
Choice of clothing: It's always a buttoned up cotton shirt covered in a full body denim overalls and large sports shoes. Can sometimes be seen wearing a sports cap or jacket, depending on the environment. Never without his prized gold engraved 'Mcstevenson' chain necklace.
Cars: Ford F-150 SVT Raptor
Born the youngest of 3 brothers and a single mother, Fred starts off life as facing off hardship after hardship, taking care of his home turf Virginian farm growing corn. While the yield was good and the profits manageable for them to expand and grow over time, the work was taxing. Among the competitive brotherhood working all day each day to be apart of this endeavor, Fred definitely took it easy, having a leaning towards riding the lone family tractor. This combined with his meat heavy eating habits earned him the nickname 'Gator', a name he holds dear to this day.
The family went their seperate ways as the three brothers reached adulthood, with Fred going to perform civil service in Virginia Beach. Years then pass with him looking back at the farm life he left behind for the city. He would eventually meet a fellow country bumpkin who aspired to being an attorney, who would then become his best friend, and the first one he's gotten to develop his hearty self.
Returning with money and opportunities for his siblings, he would find his family farm being taken over by a larger corporation, which as a result has his family move over to the city due to their newfound wealth. Finding out the much darker, behind the scenes activities involved in this transaction, Fred utilized his connections with his attorney friend and fought over the claim, winning this suit, but at a cost: he wouldn't be safe in his home state no more, being pursued in the dark by these suits at most times. He would pack up a newly customized semi-truck and leave. Where that led him was to a band of thrillseekers that raced over all kinds of terrains.
What good that came was a connection to a race league, but not before he would meet a shadowy outlaw and his rich Arab friend, also leading to a connection into his role as one of the founders of infamous street racing crew The List, using the racing and money to fuel both his contact heavy race craft and boisterous personality. Though, recent List charter following international street racing rules has him be the butt of the joke of a new in List meme, calling him now the Clean Gator, which he laughs alongside naturally.
A top tier expressway bandit defines the Rudeboy's racing talent, but this excitable Vietnamese security agent defines himself as the man who put Tokyo Expressway on the watch list for FIA events, and that's just one thing.
Theme Song: Slash, Myles Kennedy And The Conspirators - World On Fire
Racing Duel Music: The Mowex - War (feat. Marcus Klavan and Matt Litwin)
Gender: Male
Nationality: Vietnamese
Age: 32
Current occupation: Security advisor
Distinct features: Medium dark brown braids tied to a ponytail. Tall, sharp diamond face. Brown, sharp asian eyes. Wide hawk shaped nose, and average downward mouth. Muscular wrinkling on his thin cheeks. Narrow, thin handlebar mustache and tied up goatee. Reddened patches of skin over face. Average height, but with a slim build, while muscular underneath. Has a tattoo of a red Vietnamese star on his forehead.
Choice of clothing: His clothes are always tight fit flexible. It's always a standard issue security outfit that he usually goes to work with, that includes a long sleeved buttoned up shirt, slacks, combat gloves, boots and a combat vest. Various jewelleries are similarly present, such as an amethyst nose ring, his platinum wedding ring, and ruby studs on his ears. In some form carries grenades on him, be it a sole one in his pockets, or laid out his combat vest.
Cars: Toyota Crown Athlete 'G', Subaru Impreza Sedan WRX STi (GD), Volvo 240 SE Estate
As an only son, Manh was born out in the villages just a few clicks away of the great beaches of Da Nang. Life for him wasn't hard, however, as his parents were both army veterans that survived and got honours for serving during the Vietnam War. Never usually with any of his parents, or any close family as he grew to a teenager, Manh lived his life simply, helping with errands with tourists on the beaches. His hard work, despite not getting schooled properly, ended up helping him get extra funding for his own purposes, as well as maintaining his family's sole non-scooter: a Volvo 240 Estate.
Growing up, he got main exposure to the many criminal groups that reside around Da Nang. During this time, he not only learned essential survival skills, but somehow had a penchant to use the word 'mother f[BLEEP]er' very frequently. This ended up not only getting him favors from the local crims as a known figure that brings excitement, he also was granted the Rudeboy name he still clings on to today. The Rudeboy name however began to circulate as a feared name as soon as he found another interest in making makeshift bombs, stemming from him training dogs to detect mines in the army. This however turned for him as a moment to think, as he wonders if his parents are heroes, why are they risking their own to pursue the good life.
To avoid further criminal infamy, the wealthy parents decided to send Manh to Japan, but he knew that's not his future. Standing with failing grades aside phys ed, he was to return, but enjoyed life in Japan so much, he had to find an excuse to stay. Searching hard, he got a spot working for a small security firm providing both mercenary work and manpower for safety. It's do or die for Manh, but his influence in the gangs and the military paid off, giving him commendations and he rose up the ranks. Bringing his family after their retirement, he would proceed to marry a young lady he worked with.
However, his adventure in cars began when his wife would introduce him to the expressway racing in the night. How he got into this league was like when he learned how to make bombs: unrelenting. Entering the field of racers wasn't easy, but to him: he's never bothered with an easy life. Also rising these ranks, he would become the second in command of a crew that carries purely only non-Japanese racers, to give them a safe space to be aside the locals. One such person he took interest during this time was a short Hong Kongese lady with great fame on the circuit.
Eventually, time passes, and as the leader of this crew he's in for years, he wonders if he can reach further.
Theme Song: Slash, Myles Kennedy And The Conspirators - World On Fire
Racing Duel Music: The Mowex - War (feat. Marcus Klavan and Matt Litwin)
Gender: Male
Nationality: Vietnamese
Age: 32
Current occupation: Security advisor
Distinct features: Medium dark brown braids tied to a ponytail. Tall, sharp diamond face. Brown, sharp asian eyes. Wide hawk shaped nose, and average downward mouth. Muscular wrinkling on his thin cheeks. Narrow, thin handlebar mustache and tied up goatee. Reddened patches of skin over face. Average height, but with a slim build, while muscular underneath. Has a tattoo of a red Vietnamese star on his forehead.
Choice of clothing: His clothes are always tight fit flexible. It's always a standard issue security outfit that he usually goes to work with, that includes a long sleeved buttoned up shirt, slacks, combat gloves, boots and a combat vest. Various jewelleries are similarly present, such as an amethyst nose ring, his platinum wedding ring, and ruby studs on his ears. In some form carries grenades on him, be it a sole one in his pockets, or laid out his combat vest.
Cars: Toyota Crown Athlete 'G', Subaru Impreza Sedan WRX STi (GD), Volvo 240 SE Estate
As an only son, Manh was born out in the villages just a few clicks away of the great beaches of Da Nang. Life for him wasn't hard, however, as his parents were both army veterans that survived and got honours for serving during the Vietnam War. Never usually with any of his parents, or any close family as he grew to a teenager, Manh lived his life simply, helping with errands with tourists on the beaches. His hard work, despite not getting schooled properly, ended up helping him get extra funding for his own purposes, as well as maintaining his family's sole non-scooter: a Volvo 240 Estate.
Growing up, he got main exposure to the many criminal groups that reside around Da Nang. During this time, he not only learned essential survival skills, but somehow had a penchant to use the word 'mother f[BLEEP]er' very frequently. This ended up not only getting him favors from the local crims as a known figure that brings excitement, he also was granted the Rudeboy name he still clings on to today. The Rudeboy name however began to circulate as a feared name as soon as he found another interest in making makeshift bombs, stemming from him training dogs to detect mines in the army. This however turned for him as a moment to think, as he wonders if his parents are heroes, why are they risking their own to pursue the good life.
To avoid further criminal infamy, the wealthy parents decided to send Manh to Japan, but he knew that's not his future. Standing with failing grades aside phys ed, he was to return, but enjoyed life in Japan so much, he had to find an excuse to stay. Searching hard, he got a spot working for a small security firm providing both mercenary work and manpower for safety. It's do or die for Manh, but his influence in the gangs and the military paid off, giving him commendations and he rose up the ranks. Bringing his family after their retirement, he would proceed to marry a young lady he worked with.
However, his adventure in cars began when his wife would introduce him to the expressway racing in the night. How he got into this league was like when he learned how to make bombs: unrelenting. Entering the field of racers wasn't easy, but to him: he's never bothered with an easy life. Also rising these ranks, he would become the second in command of a crew that carries purely only non-Japanese racers, to give them a safe space to be aside the locals. One such person he took interest during this time was a short Hong Kongese lady with great fame on the circuit.
Eventually, time passes, and as the leader of this crew he's in for years, he wonders if he can reach further.
Meant to be my first writeup of 2025, the Ford GT's post was delayed.. for reasons maybe I can attribute to lack of self-esteem and motivation?
Once again, I guess I gotta say you got lucky it's here.
- 3,945
- On the move
- SomePlayaDude
BUT I'M NOT DONE YET!
SPD Writes Gran Turismo 7's Car Of The Week: Week 96 - Porsche Cayman GT4
Someone's about to ask: SPD: why isn't it the Cayman from NFS Most Wanted?
Well, it's not like I'm not a fan of the game. It's that hot rod flames don't look too good in this cool character.
Pop quiz: has anyone remembered of the Porsche Boxster?
I thought so too. It's a well forgotten Porsche that started off as a more domestic option to the masses who rather have something that'll blow their hair away. However, a cheap Porsche is proven to be a rubbish Porsche, which the Boxster seem to have taken some degree of truth towards. I mean, if you've observed in mainstream racing video games alone these days, the Boxster is present only in Need For Speed Unbound.
It's still a charming rear engined Porsche: something you get from its original 356 rather than the 911 being compared to a Beetle at a glance. However, aside the Boxster, the Cayman was inspired mainly from Porsche's most recent power amidships road going car: the Carrera GT. Instead of that death machine however, Porsche just decided to put a fixed hard top, moved the engine forwards, and make appropriate chassis adjustments to the Boxster, and voila: we have the Cayman, born in 2006, and named after the Caiman lizard. It's something Porsche seem to have going for: names that sound similar, but don't really have much relevance to their other models.. yes, I am talking about the Cayenne.
Serving mostly as an entry level Porsche, the Cayman was both a looker, and a fighter in compact form, meaning sales go quite far for a more affordable Porsche. And over the years, it's taken many many forms, such as.. as..
[flips page]
I soon realize this car is even more boring to document than a 911. Or that's just my take on regular modern Porsche cars. Anyhow, let's skip to the first of the Cayman cars that's made for the track: a more stylish take of its second generation model with a suffix: GT4.
This is what happened when Porsche decided to outsource race-spec parts from their current 911, specifically detuning the engine from the 991 911 Carrera S, and stitching on some suspension work of the GT3 RS. In addition to some aerodynamic lip bodywork, more intakes and a rear spoiler, the Cayman GT4 also had better brakes, and of course a roll cage: defining it as the first of these little Porsches to be track worthy..
..and what not put the cherry on top on the fact Porsche Motorsports tuned the car on the Nurburgring, putting a very respectable 7:40 time. When a car I know in this jurisdiction is the Alpine A110, a look on my face would tell you I don't think so. However, you have 379 horsepower from its flat-6 lifting a 1.3 ton load through a 6 speed manual. This little power, but that well done a time? Must be quite a dreamy kind of cruise, let me tell you.
It's been a long time since, but the road going Cayman GT4 is one of the many Signature Cars I've been meaning to write about. Under the ownership of a teenage Scottish gangster turned fashion model, Fiona is not only the latest character I've revealed in the story, but perhaps one I wish to push ahead as more than just moral support. And yes: more of one of my favorite character songs in One By One.
Yes, beautiful beautiful One By One.
Man, I cannot get enough of One By One.
I'm so glad I already revealed Fiona.
What do I have working underneath today, eh? I don't plan to juggle around Mini Mexico and GT World stuff much, know that if I have to do both, here's the priority.
Back to the question.. I give you the focal character, but other than that.. perhaps the title can entice you?
This week's theme song:
The Small Print
Muse
Absolution
Episode: Sparkle and Impress With Your Deutsch Dress
Quick dump on cars I didn't give a score yet
BMW M3 (E36)
Song: Blondie - Rapture
— The second of the acclaimed M3 from BMW has everyone attracted to being a sedan shaped sports machine that isn't afraid to go wild. Just like the E46, the car seems to have a focus on fun with its rear having a liking to let loose through the transmission and rear traction, all at the choice of the driver. Plus: this M3's got quite a knack for doubly smoking the competition with its great top end, ruthless handling that rewards the brave, and braking that makes me go 'wow'. A looker, a high octane racer, a light-hearted machine, and of course like all classic M3s: a keeper.
Sleeper.
SPD Writes Gran Turismo 7's Car Of The Week: Week 96 - Porsche Cayman GT4
Someone's about to ask: SPD: why isn't it the Cayman from NFS Most Wanted?
Well, it's not like I'm not a fan of the game. It's that hot rod flames don't look too good in this cool character.
Pop quiz: has anyone remembered of the Porsche Boxster?
I thought so too. It's a well forgotten Porsche that started off as a more domestic option to the masses who rather have something that'll blow their hair away. However, a cheap Porsche is proven to be a rubbish Porsche, which the Boxster seem to have taken some degree of truth towards. I mean, if you've observed in mainstream racing video games alone these days, the Boxster is present only in Need For Speed Unbound.
It's still a charming rear engined Porsche: something you get from its original 356 rather than the 911 being compared to a Beetle at a glance. However, aside the Boxster, the Cayman was inspired mainly from Porsche's most recent power amidships road going car: the Carrera GT. Instead of that death machine however, Porsche just decided to put a fixed hard top, moved the engine forwards, and make appropriate chassis adjustments to the Boxster, and voila: we have the Cayman, born in 2006, and named after the Caiman lizard. It's something Porsche seem to have going for: names that sound similar, but don't really have much relevance to their other models.. yes, I am talking about the Cayenne.
Serving mostly as an entry level Porsche, the Cayman was both a looker, and a fighter in compact form, meaning sales go quite far for a more affordable Porsche. And over the years, it's taken many many forms, such as.. as..
[flips page]
I soon realize this car is even more boring to document than a 911. Or that's just my take on regular modern Porsche cars. Anyhow, let's skip to the first of the Cayman cars that's made for the track: a more stylish take of its second generation model with a suffix: GT4.
This is what happened when Porsche decided to outsource race-spec parts from their current 911, specifically detuning the engine from the 991 911 Carrera S, and stitching on some suspension work of the GT3 RS. In addition to some aerodynamic lip bodywork, more intakes and a rear spoiler, the Cayman GT4 also had better brakes, and of course a roll cage: defining it as the first of these little Porsches to be track worthy..
..and what not put the cherry on top on the fact Porsche Motorsports tuned the car on the Nurburgring, putting a very respectable 7:40 time. When a car I know in this jurisdiction is the Alpine A110, a look on my face would tell you I don't think so. However, you have 379 horsepower from its flat-6 lifting a 1.3 ton load through a 6 speed manual. This little power, but that well done a time? Must be quite a dreamy kind of cruise, let me tell you.
It's been a long time since, but the road going Cayman GT4 is one of the many Signature Cars I've been meaning to write about. Under the ownership of a teenage Scottish gangster turned fashion model, Fiona is not only the latest character I've revealed in the story, but perhaps one I wish to push ahead as more than just moral support. And yes: more of one of my favorite character songs in One By One.
Yes, beautiful beautiful One By One.
Man, I cannot get enough of One By One.
I'm so glad I already revealed Fiona.
To the outside world, she is one of the strictest fashion models to grace the planet, credited to her hard knocks beginning to current. But behind that snooty, perhaps cruel face is a warm heart willing to progress further to the greater good.. of her own small group of friends and family.
Theme Song: Cher - One By One
Gender: Female
Nationality: Scottish
Age: 36
Current occupation: Runway model
Distinct features: Long wavy orange hair, parted at the side. Wide, narrow brown eyes. Thin hooked nose. Regular sized close pointed lips. Always under heavy layers of makeup under her eyes, cheeks and mouth. Various beauty marks by the ends of her cheeks. Oval shaped diamond face. Tall body, with well developed features. Has a tattoo of a dragon on her left arm.
Choice of clothing: There is no way anyone in the public's seen her without her gigantic thistle blue hair clip, a shiny designer dress and tall pumps. In less formal situations, she takes from her little brother and can be found wearing designer tank top and jeans combo with sporty shoes.
Cars: Porsche Cayman GT4
While Paul may be a Londoner from birth, Fiona started off life a couple years earlier when the family still resided in Aberdeen. However, unlike Paul who was a great force physically, Fiona was an instant case of the perfect but a notably snooty and arrogant little girl. Homeschooled by a select bunch by her parents, the result of this came in her teens, identifying herself an overachiever in anything she's done. Though, behind that is a secret: not many know the fact of Fiona's early days drowned into the rebellious child that would steal, take drugs, and possibly worse. However, while the clashing of various other multiracial groups grew an inner racist that still remained in her to this day, she remained bright, athletic and talented; surprising traits for her renown as a high school bully.
Upon hearing Paul's youth being hardened due to this lifestyle, a higher education bound Fiona would drop this all just before she would leave school, predicting her reputation will hurt him. Initially afraid this would oust her to her own parents, she would lie her way into the nearby prestigious institutes to keep Paul at bay until he's met The Bristol Harbinger. Worried one such threat can come to ruin her stride, she would swear, before leaving for Aberdeen, that she would protect her brother from these forces. And while that fear never came to today, it resulted in her unwavering support for her brother and by proxy: his family and closely related.
Using her gifts and gab, she finds herself eventually aiming for a doctorate in psychology. It sounded all too good, until Fiona however found her fate to be on the world of fashion, as she was noticed due to her similarities to other models then. She then entered this chance, and behind another visage, she acted with grace and took advantage of her beauty. Praise followed, now with her hoping to use this as a memory that helps forget her more savage delinquent past. While the news was shocking, her decision was better for everyone, now able to sustain and also make her own living. Outside the runway, she has appeared as competitors for dancing competitions, particularly for more traditional dances. What drove this desire however isn't clear yet.
After a series of events involving a conspiracy, assassins, a nuclear heart, and her brother's long time rival's heel face turn, Fiona would come in the face of the Assassin's Guild after barely surviving a vicious attack by the Hel Walker. While not part of them, she makes use of their services, while straying away from the killing, proof she's at least morally sound, and not unpredictable.
Theme Song: Cher - One By One
Gender: Female
Nationality: Scottish
Age: 36
Current occupation: Runway model
Distinct features: Long wavy orange hair, parted at the side. Wide, narrow brown eyes. Thin hooked nose. Regular sized close pointed lips. Always under heavy layers of makeup under her eyes, cheeks and mouth. Various beauty marks by the ends of her cheeks. Oval shaped diamond face. Tall body, with well developed features. Has a tattoo of a dragon on her left arm.
Choice of clothing: There is no way anyone in the public's seen her without her gigantic thistle blue hair clip, a shiny designer dress and tall pumps. In less formal situations, she takes from her little brother and can be found wearing designer tank top and jeans combo with sporty shoes.
Cars: Porsche Cayman GT4
While Paul may be a Londoner from birth, Fiona started off life a couple years earlier when the family still resided in Aberdeen. However, unlike Paul who was a great force physically, Fiona was an instant case of the perfect but a notably snooty and arrogant little girl. Homeschooled by a select bunch by her parents, the result of this came in her teens, identifying herself an overachiever in anything she's done. Though, behind that is a secret: not many know the fact of Fiona's early days drowned into the rebellious child that would steal, take drugs, and possibly worse. However, while the clashing of various other multiracial groups grew an inner racist that still remained in her to this day, she remained bright, athletic and talented; surprising traits for her renown as a high school bully.
Upon hearing Paul's youth being hardened due to this lifestyle, a higher education bound Fiona would drop this all just before she would leave school, predicting her reputation will hurt him. Initially afraid this would oust her to her own parents, she would lie her way into the nearby prestigious institutes to keep Paul at bay until he's met The Bristol Harbinger. Worried one such threat can come to ruin her stride, she would swear, before leaving for Aberdeen, that she would protect her brother from these forces. And while that fear never came to today, it resulted in her unwavering support for her brother and by proxy: his family and closely related.
Using her gifts and gab, she finds herself eventually aiming for a doctorate in psychology. It sounded all too good, until Fiona however found her fate to be on the world of fashion, as she was noticed due to her similarities to other models then. She then entered this chance, and behind another visage, she acted with grace and took advantage of her beauty. Praise followed, now with her hoping to use this as a memory that helps forget her more savage delinquent past. While the news was shocking, her decision was better for everyone, now able to sustain and also make her own living. Outside the runway, she has appeared as competitors for dancing competitions, particularly for more traditional dances. What drove this desire however isn't clear yet.
After a series of events involving a conspiracy, assassins, a nuclear heart, and her brother's long time rival's heel face turn, Fiona would come in the face of the Assassin's Guild after barely surviving a vicious attack by the Hel Walker. While not part of them, she makes use of their services, while straying away from the killing, proof she's at least morally sound, and not unpredictable.
What do I have working underneath today, eh? I don't plan to juggle around Mini Mexico and GT World stuff much, know that if I have to do both, here's the priority.
Back to the question.. I give you the focal character, but other than that.. perhaps the title can entice you?
This week's theme song:
The Small Print
Muse
Absolution
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Episode: Sparkle and Impress With Your Deutsch Dress
A luxury hotel in the center of Barcelona, Spain
Night
A quiet idyllic night engulfs the similarly inactive hotel.
However, a man coming out of his room, with a face that reeks of mildly disturbed, mumbles to himself with a hint of stress..
Paul: "Bloody Jesus this woman.."
Walking across the hallway to another door, he then shook his sleeping robes as he proceeds to knock.
After a second knock, he silently asked..
Paul: "Fiona?"
Following a pause, Paul put his ear by the door, but didn't get anything, as he began to wonder.
Paul: "Fionaa? Is Paul, lassie."
As he hears the locks open up, he moved back as said door moves inwards.
A woman, with a facial mask and her night gown on, gestures the Scottish fellow..
Fiona: "Right.. come on in. Quick.."
As he quickly waltzes in, she closes the door, and they both head to a nearby table and chair set, settling, as she came to ask..
Fiona: "How's the rest?"
Paul: "All puggled out, them and Carrie.. I mean, it's nearly midnight, for crying out loud. But.."
He responded with a positive mood, but all that changed as he remembered such a sudden late night request is categorized as an emergency.
And after a quick look over his sister's facial mask, particularly by her cheeks, the moist zones prompted him to ask..
Paul: "Was you weeping a river, lassie?"
Fiona: "Aye."
Paul: "Least you gave me a hint of the gravity of this here issue.. What's the matter?"
He spoke inquisitively, but the superb woman replied, with some emotion in her breath..
Fiona: "I'm, uhh.. I'm not feeling fine."
Thinking the image of Fiona Henderson as one to look up on, he argued..
Paul: "What? Thas ridiculous. You were REALLY killing it on the show. Go on and ask Amelia, she's inspired by yer efforts, ya know? 'Aunt Fiona's so pretty.. can I be like her one day?' kind of words."
Fiona: "Ohhh, if it'd be that simple, you knew I'd keep going on this charade without dragging your lazy arse off yer bed."
She kept weeping silently and wiped as much of her tears as she could, but Paul, unphased, continued to rant..
Paul: "Bloody hell.. you want out, issit? This be your choice, but ye know I, Ma and Da.. we wouldn't give you a chance to go out with a bang y'know?"
Fiona: "I didn't say that."
Paul: "Go and tell me what's on your mind then.. Hendersons aren't quitters."
Fiona: "Aye, but.."
She took a breath and then continued..
Fiona: "It's back. The nasty thoughts come crawling back in, Paul. Trauma, courtesy of me high school days."
Paul: "Ahh.."
Unsure if he was being relatable, the woman further queried..
Fiona: "You know which ones, right?"
Paul: "Aye."
Fiona: "Like, after the nice meal at that lovely traditional Catalan eatery whose name escapes me.. I can't help but.. let go. Really let go, like.."
As he recalled her eating habits earlier, he continued.
Paul: "Ohh.. thought it was weird. No fashion supermodel's going to break on her diet at a moment's notice.."
He wondered for a moment.
But before weight became a topic, Fiona then commented..
Fiona: "Anyhow.. I can't help but.. find meself back at the gang life. For everyone.. I wanted out, but what's part of me has resurfaced.."
Paul: "The cruel, racist, unrelenting, 'nearly at the boundary by evil' you, was it?"
Fiona: "Of freaking bleedin course!"
He thought to the lines of "this isn't the time for therapy", and quickly went on to reassure her as she bangs her head on the table.
Paul: "Oh joy of joys.. you'll be alright, dear. You're making a sacrifice for everyone, even if you don't realize.."
Fiona: "I keep telling myself that all night, Paul. Especially with you right here."
A quick ruffle of his scruffled hair, and Paul then spoke up..
Paul: "So.. I figure.. you're just stressed out. Right.. figure it's time I help scratch yer itch, then.."
Fiona: "What are you suggesting?"
Paul: "That we go and do something. Just us 2, without Carrie and the bairns."
She then looked back forwards, wiping her facial mask off and curiously wondered..
Fiona: "You know I'll just go along, but I heard you lot are going out to the city tomorrow.."
Paul: "Ahh, but I didn't say when. How about first thing tomorrow we go do.. what I do when I need some time away from all the weight of the world?"
Not willing to wait, she carried onwards..
Fiona: "And what would that be?"
Paul: "C'mon, sis. Not hard to figure me out on this.."
Fiona: "Fine. It's not drinking, is it?"
Paul: "F[BLEEP]ing of course not. Just get some shut eye, and be ready by sunrise, alright?"
Night
A quiet idyllic night engulfs the similarly inactive hotel.
However, a man coming out of his room, with a face that reeks of mildly disturbed, mumbles to himself with a hint of stress..
Paul: "Bloody Jesus this woman.."
Walking across the hallway to another door, he then shook his sleeping robes as he proceeds to knock.
After a second knock, he silently asked..
Paul: "Fiona?"
Following a pause, Paul put his ear by the door, but didn't get anything, as he began to wonder.
Paul: "Fionaa? Is Paul, lassie."
As he hears the locks open up, he moved back as said door moves inwards.
A woman, with a facial mask and her night gown on, gestures the Scottish fellow..
Fiona: "Right.. come on in. Quick.."
As he quickly waltzes in, she closes the door, and they both head to a nearby table and chair set, settling, as she came to ask..
Fiona: "How's the rest?"
Paul: "All puggled out, them and Carrie.. I mean, it's nearly midnight, for crying out loud. But.."
He responded with a positive mood, but all that changed as he remembered such a sudden late night request is categorized as an emergency.
And after a quick look over his sister's facial mask, particularly by her cheeks, the moist zones prompted him to ask..
Paul: "Was you weeping a river, lassie?"
Fiona: "Aye."
Paul: "Least you gave me a hint of the gravity of this here issue.. What's the matter?"
He spoke inquisitively, but the superb woman replied, with some emotion in her breath..
Fiona: "I'm, uhh.. I'm not feeling fine."
Thinking the image of Fiona Henderson as one to look up on, he argued..
Paul: "What? Thas ridiculous. You were REALLY killing it on the show. Go on and ask Amelia, she's inspired by yer efforts, ya know? 'Aunt Fiona's so pretty.. can I be like her one day?' kind of words."
Fiona: "Ohhh, if it'd be that simple, you knew I'd keep going on this charade without dragging your lazy arse off yer bed."
She kept weeping silently and wiped as much of her tears as she could, but Paul, unphased, continued to rant..
Paul: "Bloody hell.. you want out, issit? This be your choice, but ye know I, Ma and Da.. we wouldn't give you a chance to go out with a bang y'know?"
Fiona: "I didn't say that."
Paul: "Go and tell me what's on your mind then.. Hendersons aren't quitters."
Fiona: "Aye, but.."
She took a breath and then continued..
Fiona: "It's back. The nasty thoughts come crawling back in, Paul. Trauma, courtesy of me high school days."
Paul: "Ahh.."
Unsure if he was being relatable, the woman further queried..
Fiona: "You know which ones, right?"
Paul: "Aye."
Fiona: "Like, after the nice meal at that lovely traditional Catalan eatery whose name escapes me.. I can't help but.. let go. Really let go, like.."
As he recalled her eating habits earlier, he continued.
Paul: "Ohh.. thought it was weird. No fashion supermodel's going to break on her diet at a moment's notice.."
He wondered for a moment.
But before weight became a topic, Fiona then commented..
Fiona: "Anyhow.. I can't help but.. find meself back at the gang life. For everyone.. I wanted out, but what's part of me has resurfaced.."
Paul: "The cruel, racist, unrelenting, 'nearly at the boundary by evil' you, was it?"
Fiona: "Of freaking bleedin course!"
He thought to the lines of "this isn't the time for therapy", and quickly went on to reassure her as she bangs her head on the table.
Paul: "Oh joy of joys.. you'll be alright, dear. You're making a sacrifice for everyone, even if you don't realize.."
Fiona: "I keep telling myself that all night, Paul. Especially with you right here."
A quick ruffle of his scruffled hair, and Paul then spoke up..
Paul: "So.. I figure.. you're just stressed out. Right.. figure it's time I help scratch yer itch, then.."
Fiona: "What are you suggesting?"
Paul: "That we go and do something. Just us 2, without Carrie and the bairns."
She then looked back forwards, wiping her facial mask off and curiously wondered..
Fiona: "You know I'll just go along, but I heard you lot are going out to the city tomorrow.."
Paul: "Ahh, but I didn't say when. How about first thing tomorrow we go do.. what I do when I need some time away from all the weight of the world?"
Not willing to wait, she carried onwards..
Fiona: "And what would that be?"
Paul: "C'mon, sis. Not hard to figure me out on this.."
Fiona: "Fine. It's not drinking, is it?"
Paul: "F[BLEEP]ing of course not. Just get some shut eye, and be ready by sunrise, alright?"
Circuit de Barcelona-Catalunya
Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain
Early Morning
A perk of being an officiated FIA racer these days would be free access to a selection of tracks (in my universe at least), and Catalunya so happens to luckily be emptied today..
[sigh] pretend these two were never here..
Now by a garage within the pitlane, these Scottish sibling pair come out and watches the sun shine at the nearly empty seatings.
Fiona: "Dear me, it's nice and warm, is it?"
Paul: "It's not Brands, but vibes here are nice.. like I always knewing they be."
Fiona, better with letting out her issues, then proceeded to ask her brother..
Fiona: "So, I figured bringing me to the track means.."
Paul: "It means.. today's the day."
As her face starts to show disgust, she turned and began to realize.
Fiona: "Oh Jesus.. Paul!"
Paul: "The day you take on your car in full force!"
He showed an excited, open arms gesture, but Fiona calmly argues back with this unimpressed look going with her..
Fiona: "Thought this was a session to keep my stress levels in check.."
Paul: "THIS IS how I destress, sis."
Fiona: "Right.. And you not telling me squat this is happening.."
Paul: "Is so you don't got a choice. I have the keys.."
Fiona: "Of course you do. This is all Bon's idea, is it?"
Paul: "Nah. Lad's a schemer, but not one that keeps it discreet. Come on, then. Let's get you strapped in."
She grumpily walked to the side for a moment as they walk back to a certain location.
However, what she saw on the side of the wall was a poster..
Fiona: "Hmm?"
Paul: "What's up?"
What took their attention came in the form of a stuck on poster showing a graphic of cars racing on a blurry Nurburgring GP circuit, but the word art popped out, allowing Fiona to read out loud..
Fiona: "A celebration of performance born in Germany.. come join the Schwarzwald League? What's this then?"
Paul: "Oi, lemme see.."
And as he then read under and found the details, he too read along..
Paul: "Open registration, German cars only. Catalunya, 5 lap contest.. next race today midday."
Hearing a contest was to follow, Fiona was ready to say no, declaring..
Fiona: "If you're thinking of renting my car again, Paul, you're dead wrong."
Paul: "That, and.. I feel today's yer day, not mine. Besides.. I'm good with credits."
Fiona: "And so am I."
And despite the offer, the siblings' thoughts then came together in unison..
Paul: "An interesting consideration regardless."
Fiona: "Much agreed."
As they leave behind the poster..
..they then stop at a spot placed a few garages ahead, in front of a certain brown Cayman.
Like a good person he aspires to be, the Scottish underdog then told his sister..
Paul: "So. I'll get your car fuelled up. We'll be off to the track in a couple minutes."
Fiona: "Sure.. sure.."
She sits down a nearby chair, and stared by her car, losing a sense of time.
And as soon as she believes she's been there enough, her brother waves for her attention, and as soon as he gets it, he explains..
Paul: "Look, I know you hate seeing me push your car. But really: I drive me worries away. It's something I used to have no luxury even considering."
Fiona: "Hmm.."
Paul: "What's on yer head?"
Fiona: "I was thinking about.. oh nothing. One of these days, you get your own Porsche to muck about with."
Paul: "Bugger off, Fiona. I'm paying your car's insurance, plus some bonus parts from Understeer; I get stake!"
Fiona: "Huh, yeah. Because of your racer's discount. It's not an excuse to be scratching my beautiful little baby. Like in.. that forest road!"
Remembering Week 81, she started to fume, and Paul, also with some pressure ready to unfold, rebuts..
Paul: "Ye know I don't even want to have this discussion! Hendersons aren't the sort to de-escalate, and should we be getting physical.."
However, she didn't fight back, and somehow managed to go against the expectation, calmly speaking..
Fiona: "I know.. Da would brutalize us the moment he finds out."
Paul: "Or Carrie."
Fiona: "Her too."
Not wanting to go through the whole morning clashing, Paul spoke softly..
Paul: "Alright, Fiona.. last chance for you to walk away before.."
Fiona: "No. No. You're committed to this already. Too late for that kind of thinking already, Paul. Hendersons aren't quitters, right?"
Those are yesteday's words, but Paul wasn't ready for it..
Paul: "Eh?"
Fiona: "You say it a lot, brother: keep an open mind. I suppose I should, well, follow by example."
Paul: "Oi! I know there's a wee bit of foul play in them words! Don't you even!"
She walked away, winning that argument as she then hears a bellows from the taunted Highland Wyrm..
Paul: "FIONA! Oh bloody hell.."
Barcelona, Catalonia, Spain
Early Morning
A perk of being an officiated FIA racer these days would be free access to a selection of tracks (in my universe at least), and Catalunya so happens to luckily be emptied today..
[sigh] pretend these two were never here..
Now by a garage within the pitlane, these Scottish sibling pair come out and watches the sun shine at the nearly empty seatings.
Fiona: "Dear me, it's nice and warm, is it?"
Paul: "It's not Brands, but vibes here are nice.. like I always knewing they be."
Fiona, better with letting out her issues, then proceeded to ask her brother..
Fiona: "So, I figured bringing me to the track means.."
Paul: "It means.. today's the day."
As her face starts to show disgust, she turned and began to realize.
Fiona: "Oh Jesus.. Paul!"
Paul: "The day you take on your car in full force!"
He showed an excited, open arms gesture, but Fiona calmly argues back with this unimpressed look going with her..
Fiona: "Thought this was a session to keep my stress levels in check.."
Paul: "THIS IS how I destress, sis."
Fiona: "Right.. And you not telling me squat this is happening.."
Paul: "Is so you don't got a choice. I have the keys.."
Fiona: "Of course you do. This is all Bon's idea, is it?"
Paul: "Nah. Lad's a schemer, but not one that keeps it discreet. Come on, then. Let's get you strapped in."
She grumpily walked to the side for a moment as they walk back to a certain location.
However, what she saw on the side of the wall was a poster..
Fiona: "Hmm?"
Paul: "What's up?"
What took their attention came in the form of a stuck on poster showing a graphic of cars racing on a blurry Nurburgring GP circuit, but the word art popped out, allowing Fiona to read out loud..
Fiona: "A celebration of performance born in Germany.. come join the Schwarzwald League? What's this then?"
Paul: "Oi, lemme see.."
And as he then read under and found the details, he too read along..
Paul: "Open registration, German cars only. Catalunya, 5 lap contest.. next race today midday."
Hearing a contest was to follow, Fiona was ready to say no, declaring..
Fiona: "If you're thinking of renting my car again, Paul, you're dead wrong."
Paul: "That, and.. I feel today's yer day, not mine. Besides.. I'm good with credits."
Fiona: "And so am I."
And despite the offer, the siblings' thoughts then came together in unison..
Paul: "An interesting consideration regardless."
Fiona: "Much agreed."
As they leave behind the poster..
..they then stop at a spot placed a few garages ahead, in front of a certain brown Cayman.
Like a good person he aspires to be, the Scottish underdog then told his sister..
Paul: "So. I'll get your car fuelled up. We'll be off to the track in a couple minutes."
Fiona: "Sure.. sure.."
She sits down a nearby chair, and stared by her car, losing a sense of time.
And as soon as she believes she's been there enough, her brother waves for her attention, and as soon as he gets it, he explains..
Paul: "Look, I know you hate seeing me push your car. But really: I drive me worries away. It's something I used to have no luxury even considering."
Fiona: "Hmm.."
Paul: "What's on yer head?"
Fiona: "I was thinking about.. oh nothing. One of these days, you get your own Porsche to muck about with."
Paul: "Bugger off, Fiona. I'm paying your car's insurance, plus some bonus parts from Understeer; I get stake!"
Fiona: "Huh, yeah. Because of your racer's discount. It's not an excuse to be scratching my beautiful little baby. Like in.. that forest road!"
Remembering Week 81, she started to fume, and Paul, also with some pressure ready to unfold, rebuts..
Paul: "Ye know I don't even want to have this discussion! Hendersons aren't the sort to de-escalate, and should we be getting physical.."
However, she didn't fight back, and somehow managed to go against the expectation, calmly speaking..
Fiona: "I know.. Da would brutalize us the moment he finds out."
Paul: "Or Carrie."
Fiona: "Her too."
Not wanting to go through the whole morning clashing, Paul spoke softly..
Paul: "Alright, Fiona.. last chance for you to walk away before.."
Fiona: "No. No. You're committed to this already. Too late for that kind of thinking already, Paul. Hendersons aren't quitters, right?"
Those are yesteday's words, but Paul wasn't ready for it..
Paul: "Eh?"
Fiona: "You say it a lot, brother: keep an open mind. I suppose I should, well, follow by example."
Paul: "Oi! I know there's a wee bit of foul play in them words! Don't you even!"
She walked away, winning that argument as she then hears a bellows from the taunted Highland Wyrm..
Paul: "FIONA! Oh bloody hell.."
And with the Cayman on track..
..the person on the side seat then began to start letting her voice out..
Fiona: "Paul.. PAUL!! BRAKESS!!"
..whether she likes it or not.
A natural at Catalunya due to his moments made here in the past, Paul, perhaps with a mind for revenge or not, calmly explained as he held the car stable around the first corner.
Paul: "What? It's normal we do 105 around T1."
Fiona: "Normal?! Oh Lord above.."
Feathering to accelerate, the Cayman proceeds through the large sweeping right hander..
Paul: "Time I show you we go around Renault like this.."
And after more holding on..
..the passenger spoke up, more panicked than earlier.
Fiona: "I.. I don't even know how Carrie can comprehend.."
Paul: "She can't. Carrie can't take a full lap before barfing out her breakfast."
Fiona: "Least it means.. it means I'm tougher than her here.."
Paul: "No arguments there."
Fiona: "BLIMEY! Watch out!"
With the brakes on hard, so is Fiona's general dereliction of her current composure, as she explains..
Fiona: "I think.. If you're thinking of sending my BP to.. to.. SPACE!! Well, bugger me, you're getting there."
Paul: "Space? Being honest, we haven't even touched the stratosphere."
Following through yet another sweeping turn..
Paul: "Through Sabadell.. Fiona?"
Fiona: "Don't you dare 'Fiona' me.. I'm going ta pretend snore.."
Now at stationary, the man behind the wheel excitedly mumbles..
Paul: "And that's just a few laps of Catalunya. Bloody love the place. Too bad I've never won me a race here in me whole career."
These positive thoughts however change as he looks to his right, noticing his sister and her faint face holding hard to red door handle.
Paul: "Fiona?"
Fiona: "I thought.. we were.. here to.. relax.."
Paul: "Achh, don't ye worry, lassie. You come into the driver's seat now.. maybe we can get you thinking like I do on these here tracks better."
And soon, they swapped seats.
From where he stays comfortable in his sister's Cayman, he however notices..
Paul: "You know what, Fiona?"
Fiona: "What?"
Paul: "You look the part of the action lady in them movies. Nice dress, long hair.."
Fiona: "I'm not quite an actress, you goof.."
Seeing his sister on a more than ready position, he then replied..
Paul: "Sure sure. So.. drive? Since it's just us, let's go through the turf."
She knows how to drive, but an experience on track isn't quite comfortable for her.
With reassuring words, Paul spoke up as the car roars to life..
Paul: "There we go.. nice and smooth. Was wondering: you still have yer B License?"
Fiona: "Aye, I still do.. honestly needing it to be in the pit lane is kind of a drag.."
Paul: "Drag? What you learned there still comes in handy. I mean.. your clutch work's still good."
Fiona: "This is something anyone with a license can do, Paul. I probably know how to keep a line going, but you have to guide me on braking points."
Paul: "No worries."
As the Cayman began to collect some serious speed..
..it appears the Scottish bunch aren't alone on track, noticing..
Fiona: "Hold up.. that's a MINI?"
Paul: "It is.. a well modified one. I'd say a local, but that Japanese plate speaks otherwise, dontcha think?"
Fiona: "There's just no way such a car's going to keep up to my baby."
Paul: "It's a good chance to see your chasing skills."
She however, had an idea and took it like..
Fiona: "That a challenge?"
Paul: "No, but.."
Fiona: "I'll take it.. besides: how hard could it be?"
As the Cayman started to follow..
..the car came with more than just its driver.
Let's Go
Def Leppard
Def Leppard
Paul: "Strange.. Fiona, tell me you hear that too?"
Fiona: "Music? What the bloody heck's this all supposed to mean, eh?"
Paul: "Brakes! Calm down, Fiona! You're really pushing the TC on this thing!"
Fiona: "I know, you told me I can chase it, and I'll give it a bash and all, but.."
As the pair looks on, that MINI they were following however..
..was like a view Wile E. Coyote seems to be getting almost all times.
Fiona: "Holy smokes, what in the blazes is that MINI made of?!"
Paul: "Don't look at me; I haven't a clue.."
..the person on the side seat then began to start letting her voice out..
Fiona: "Paul.. PAUL!! BRAKESS!!"
..whether she likes it or not.
A natural at Catalunya due to his moments made here in the past, Paul, perhaps with a mind for revenge or not, calmly explained as he held the car stable around the first corner.
Paul: "What? It's normal we do 105 around T1."
Fiona: "Normal?! Oh Lord above.."
Feathering to accelerate, the Cayman proceeds through the large sweeping right hander..
Paul: "Time I show you we go around Renault like this.."
And after more holding on..
..the passenger spoke up, more panicked than earlier.
Fiona: "I.. I don't even know how Carrie can comprehend.."
Paul: "She can't. Carrie can't take a full lap before barfing out her breakfast."
Fiona: "Least it means.. it means I'm tougher than her here.."
Paul: "No arguments there."
Fiona: "BLIMEY! Watch out!"
With the brakes on hard, so is Fiona's general dereliction of her current composure, as she explains..
Fiona: "I think.. If you're thinking of sending my BP to.. to.. SPACE!! Well, bugger me, you're getting there."
Paul: "Space? Being honest, we haven't even touched the stratosphere."
Following through yet another sweeping turn..
Paul: "Through Sabadell.. Fiona?"
Fiona: "Don't you dare 'Fiona' me.. I'm going ta pretend snore.."
Now at stationary, the man behind the wheel excitedly mumbles..
Paul: "And that's just a few laps of Catalunya. Bloody love the place. Too bad I've never won me a race here in me whole career."
These positive thoughts however change as he looks to his right, noticing his sister and her faint face holding hard to red door handle.
Paul: "Fiona?"
Fiona: "I thought.. we were.. here to.. relax.."
Paul: "Achh, don't ye worry, lassie. You come into the driver's seat now.. maybe we can get you thinking like I do on these here tracks better."
And soon, they swapped seats.
From where he stays comfortable in his sister's Cayman, he however notices..
Paul: "You know what, Fiona?"
Fiona: "What?"
Paul: "You look the part of the action lady in them movies. Nice dress, long hair.."
Fiona: "I'm not quite an actress, you goof.."
Seeing his sister on a more than ready position, he then replied..
Paul: "Sure sure. So.. drive? Since it's just us, let's go through the turf."
She knows how to drive, but an experience on track isn't quite comfortable for her.
With reassuring words, Paul spoke up as the car roars to life..
Paul: "There we go.. nice and smooth. Was wondering: you still have yer B License?"
Fiona: "Aye, I still do.. honestly needing it to be in the pit lane is kind of a drag.."
Paul: "Drag? What you learned there still comes in handy. I mean.. your clutch work's still good."
Fiona: "This is something anyone with a license can do, Paul. I probably know how to keep a line going, but you have to guide me on braking points."
Paul: "No worries."
As the Cayman began to collect some serious speed..
..it appears the Scottish bunch aren't alone on track, noticing..
Fiona: "Hold up.. that's a MINI?"
Paul: "It is.. a well modified one. I'd say a local, but that Japanese plate speaks otherwise, dontcha think?"
Fiona: "There's just no way such a car's going to keep up to my baby."
Paul: "It's a good chance to see your chasing skills."
She however, had an idea and took it like..
Fiona: "That a challenge?"
Paul: "No, but.."
Fiona: "I'll take it.. besides: how hard could it be?"
As the Cayman started to follow..
..the car came with more than just its driver.
Let's Go
Def Leppard
Def Leppard
Paul: "Strange.. Fiona, tell me you hear that too?"
Fiona: "Music? What the bloody heck's this all supposed to mean, eh?"
With parts coming from its enlarged counterpart, the Cayman GT4 is something expectations would read to the lines of: "911 GT3 junior", or "small boi +1". Or is it some form of measure of someone's genitalia when you need to have a chart on how big X is when this is your Porsche. You know, like those videos that tell you your personality when [INSERT CAR MODEL NAME HERE] is your favorite vehicle in [INSERT CATEGORY PROVIDED]. But the beauty of having a Cayman go this far ahead is more of a feeling that rides with 'it's about darned time', because Caymans are not quite so well regarded in that sporting degree that 911s have over the 60 years it has refining that. I don't even know the ability Boxsters' have on track, so it's a concept that's dying to get out of the shadows.
But what's good? What'll make you want to have the cheapest Porsche your credits can buy in Brand Central? Well, obviously with slits, wings and 379 horsepower, the car isn't so hard to drive. The brakes work excellently. The traction is great if not relating to low speed corners. I promise you: if you know what a car needs to properly travel across the many realms without much problem, this Porsche will do it for you. No problem, no contracts to sign, no waivers to have a right upon. Nothing. No riddles here: it's straightforwards and rather docile: something you'd not get from any of the 911 GT3s unless it's the 996.
Perhaps there is a fault? I wish there weren't. Nothing is without fault, after all!
First is the top end. Its acceleration is nothing I would complain about, and this is one such car without the lightning fast PDK in handy. In place, we got a 6 speed manual for this round of the Cayman, and the gearing is set appropriately. So, a manual with decent acceleration is quite a shocker, especially with less than 400 horsepower to work with. It can actually keep up with a lot of cars within its PP range on the straights, with its driver friendliness and smooth 1.35 ton body.
I'm looking more at the top speed: it takes its time getting there, though this isn't much of a problem with track toys such as this. But it warns you not to take the car to places with an emphasis of speed, unless it's the speedy waves of Kyoto Yamagiwa or Dragon Trail, where those small downforce values can kick it up a notch. Even then, I would take something with a lesser, or not at all a wing, because..
Problem 2: the understeer. When a car's easy to drive, even when on paper it shouldn't, it's a given you know this is coming. Thanks to the small downforce values mentioned earlier, the turning in this car is just like what its known for: the 911 GT3 junior! It isn't as pricy as them, it's not as quick as them, and even with any doctorate you can tell it doesn't quite turn as good as them. It don't mean its terrible like with the Ford GT '17 a month back, but its interesting something without much of a length offers much of a holding power to the track this well: a testament to wide arches the company loves to play with.
Now, with the springs of the GT3 RS, you'll notice it's a car that has more handling hiccups than the Tasmanian Devil eating a fake chicken made of gum and bicarbonate of soda. Understeer, sure, but it's a sign that this car really should have its own super suspension rather than a transplant. The combination of its hard spring setup and low ride height should be quite a handful.. which as I found out made me feel rather sour (like Limey sour) on its current safe handling platform. And I looked at the differential. That says 30? 30 on deceleration? Yikes, and I thought the Ford GT was safe.
But more pains follow suit with how it handles elevation and curbs. Yikes. It's terrible. Worse than a lot of racecars in the game, and it's street legal. But to the point: when travelling uphills, the understeer seems to come out with a more than eager want to under your steer. And same case when going downhills: it's stable, but there's a super slight chance you can lose that rear. In a car with a wing. But this latter issue isn't so much an issue but more of a 'keep your mind it's still a mid engined track car' so you don't want your rears touching grass. And curbs for that matter: it's pretty wicked how stiff its interaction with these are. It'll slip you out, crush your soul, maybe take you for a ride, and the worst part is that they're going to fine YOU for tresspass. If you can dodge any oversized track sausage, please do so.
I never thought I'd feel a betrayal of roles so hard when I thought for a handling car that doesn't turn too well, but is alright otherwise. Makes me afraid should a vanilla Cayman come in the game, it'll be worse than using it to face Earl in Rockport. All jokes aside, overall the Cayman GT4 performs admirably, consistently, but in a however rather muted, and also quite rudimentary fashion. I feel you're going to need to head to tuner's to show the best of what it can achieve. Because as a sort of thrillseeker looking for power or agility, this car's offering on those are.. boring?
But what's good? What'll make you want to have the cheapest Porsche your credits can buy in Brand Central? Well, obviously with slits, wings and 379 horsepower, the car isn't so hard to drive. The brakes work excellently. The traction is great if not relating to low speed corners. I promise you: if you know what a car needs to properly travel across the many realms without much problem, this Porsche will do it for you. No problem, no contracts to sign, no waivers to have a right upon. Nothing. No riddles here: it's straightforwards and rather docile: something you'd not get from any of the 911 GT3s unless it's the 996.
Perhaps there is a fault? I wish there weren't. Nothing is without fault, after all!
First is the top end. Its acceleration is nothing I would complain about, and this is one such car without the lightning fast PDK in handy. In place, we got a 6 speed manual for this round of the Cayman, and the gearing is set appropriately. So, a manual with decent acceleration is quite a shocker, especially with less than 400 horsepower to work with. It can actually keep up with a lot of cars within its PP range on the straights, with its driver friendliness and smooth 1.35 ton body.
I'm looking more at the top speed: it takes its time getting there, though this isn't much of a problem with track toys such as this. But it warns you not to take the car to places with an emphasis of speed, unless it's the speedy waves of Kyoto Yamagiwa or Dragon Trail, where those small downforce values can kick it up a notch. Even then, I would take something with a lesser, or not at all a wing, because..
Problem 2: the understeer. When a car's easy to drive, even when on paper it shouldn't, it's a given you know this is coming. Thanks to the small downforce values mentioned earlier, the turning in this car is just like what its known for: the 911 GT3 junior! It isn't as pricy as them, it's not as quick as them, and even with any doctorate you can tell it doesn't quite turn as good as them. It don't mean its terrible like with the Ford GT '17 a month back, but its interesting something without much of a length offers much of a holding power to the track this well: a testament to wide arches the company loves to play with.
Now, with the springs of the GT3 RS, you'll notice it's a car that has more handling hiccups than the Tasmanian Devil eating a fake chicken made of gum and bicarbonate of soda. Understeer, sure, but it's a sign that this car really should have its own super suspension rather than a transplant. The combination of its hard spring setup and low ride height should be quite a handful.. which as I found out made me feel rather sour (like Limey sour) on its current safe handling platform. And I looked at the differential. That says 30? 30 on deceleration? Yikes, and I thought the Ford GT was safe.
But more pains follow suit with how it handles elevation and curbs. Yikes. It's terrible. Worse than a lot of racecars in the game, and it's street legal. But to the point: when travelling uphills, the understeer seems to come out with a more than eager want to under your steer. And same case when going downhills: it's stable, but there's a super slight chance you can lose that rear. In a car with a wing. But this latter issue isn't so much an issue but more of a 'keep your mind it's still a mid engined track car' so you don't want your rears touching grass. And curbs for that matter: it's pretty wicked how stiff its interaction with these are. It'll slip you out, crush your soul, maybe take you for a ride, and the worst part is that they're going to fine YOU for tresspass. If you can dodge any oversized track sausage, please do so.
I never thought I'd feel a betrayal of roles so hard when I thought for a handling car that doesn't turn too well, but is alright otherwise. Makes me afraid should a vanilla Cayman come in the game, it'll be worse than using it to face Earl in Rockport. All jokes aside, overall the Cayman GT4 performs admirably, consistently, but in a however rather muted, and also quite rudimentary fashion. I feel you're going to need to head to tuner's to show the best of what it can achieve. Because as a sort of thrillseeker looking for power or agility, this car's offering on those are.. boring?
Paul: "Brakes! Calm down, Fiona! You're really pushing the TC on this thing!"
Fiona: "I know, you told me I can chase it, and I'll give it a bash and all, but.."
As the pair looks on, that MINI they were following however..
..was like a view Wile E. Coyote seems to be getting almost all times.
Fiona: "Holy smokes, what in the blazes is that MINI made of?!"
Paul: "Don't look at me; I haven't a clue.."
An hour passes, and in the pit lane, we're (finally) back to following the little Hong Kongese lady of speed, as she walks by people with music in her ears..
Candy: "♫Take a look into my eyes! Tell me what you see..♫"
Heeding nothing at the moment, that all changes when she peeked in one of the garages, and notices..
..a certain red SLR McLaren, and thus leading her to a moment's pouting face.
Candy: "Well, THAT'S reassuring.."
Putting her hearing devices into her bag, she walks in, and notices a man eating crisps from a large plastic packaging.
Knowing him as the fastest ambulance driver which said ambulance is known for rallying weekly nominees when it can, she acknowledges the man.
Candy: "Barrington."
Murph: "Ahh.. bollocks.."
Spilling a bit of his food, he then gets up and wipes himself clean, then greeting..
Murph: "Umm, top of the morning, darling. Pork rinds?"
Candy: "No thanks."
Murph: "Suits me. How can I be of service, ay? You're here early."
Candy: "I'm prompt.. a habit of mine. Wonder if I told you I once landed in prison, and prompt is part of your soul there. But enough of me: what are you doing all the way out here in Spain?"
And his reply?
Murph: "Schwarzwald League."
Not liking how this answer is not inline on why Murph is here, she further requests..
Candy: "Quaint. Are you sure it's not stealing something really expensive, or, well, I don't know: having to do some stalking for The List?"
Murph: "No.. and the latter? I was going to say no, but it's sort of bang on."
Confused, she pressed..
Candy: "Sort of?"
Murph: "Ay, sort of. There's a bunch coming over from the List.. but honest to Betsy: I truly really am here for Schwarzwald. You and them being here's pure coincidence, but the boss decides it's something old Murph's gotta get his romper on."
Candy: "Well, umm.. at least you're much more.. straight forward. Compared to Jacob, I mean."
Murph: "Ay, the boss can be a bit two faced at times. Just gotta hope he's leaning on the.. good side, y'know."
He's not bul[BLEEP]ting, she thought.
With suspicion gone, she then thought to leave..
Candy: "Well, I'll see you later. Do send my regards to the dark one."
Murph: "Alrighty then."
Now with her focus on her smartphone..
The little lady looked, noticing from her surroundings..
Candy: "Lulu says she's somewhere here.. this is her M4.."
However, before she decides to stay in proximity..
Williem: "Frau Candy! Come over here, junge frau!"
Candy: "Will?"
She turns and finds a man, dressed in his usual Audi sponsored sports attire.
Making her approach, she then asks..
Candy: "Umm.. hey! Any idea where's Lulu?"
Williem: "Guten tag to you too, Candy. Well.. mein schewister's off to the ladies' room. But.. are you feeling lonely? Perhaps I have someone to entertain for her stead?"
It wasn't a signal or anything, but from behind Williem, a wave of heat would emerge..
Not in a form of nature, of course, but in the form of a local man whose known for being fiery: one Eduard Alvarez.
He walks in, adjusting his sunglasses to have his eyes look down to the lady, greeting joyously..
Eduard: "Hola!"
Williem: "I'll presume you are, so.. I've got some company. Candy, this is Eduard Alvarez.. my partner in crime on the Ring, and also my worst nightmare."
Candy: "Nightmare?"
The choice of word however gave her an opinion..
Candy: "You don't scream like a nightmare like.. the dark one."
Eduard: "Dark.. one? Tio, she's talking about the big boss Jacob Ross, correct?"
Williem: "I presume so.. we're both in good standing within The List, by the ways."
And Eduard slides in, measuring in his head, and then stating..
Eduard: "Guay, guay! I see when they mean she's short.. you're really short.. no intent of offense, mamacita."
Candy: "Oh, I get that a lot. My only rule: just don't call me.. cute."
Happy with this moment to bond, he has a mind with words to spill..
Eduard: "Vale! Of course, hahaha. But you are indeed undeniably.. within contention of that word.. Of course: before I forget.. me llamo Eduard. Spoken the same way, but you spell with a U, not a W. I'm from around, but I'm also.. kind of, how you say.. always not in one place for very long, if you catch my drift."
A name like that has Candy pause a moment, but afterwards, she revealed..
Candy: "Your drift? Well, I do. In fact: I think I've heard of you.. you've got quite a reputation. Road racing.. in Hawaii?"
Eduard: "The very one. But it's a reputation that is still no match for Le Glace Pacer! But again, I have a feeling, see.."
He moved ever so closer, much to Williem's chagrin, as he warned while holding his forehead.
Williem: "Oh mein Gott.. already stepping past her comfort zone, Ed? Don't make your first meet awkward."
Luckily, this blaze did begin to hold back as he questioned..
Eduard: "What? I mean, Lucia spoke highly of you.. even assuming to be of similar character.."
Candy: "I can be just as furious, and you better believe it. But similar? I don't think so, no.."
Facing back at the little lady, he proceeds..
Eduard: "At any case.. I'd like to know a bit more of you.."
Candy: "Oh, quite a charmer, eh? Right now, I'm.. in a relationship."
Eduard: "Uhh.. yes! This one I know too: it's with that wine loving vampire. But I must say you.. smell of.. something rather sweet, but in its own.. naturally wooden way. Cinnamon?"
Unexpectedly challenging a sense of smell, she replies with eyes opened further.
Candy: "Ohh, not bad. I do know a man who does my smelling for me, but you can join in."
Seeing his welcome into the little racer's comfort zone, the fiery Spaniard looked back at Williem, and immediately proclaimed..
Eduard: "See?! See that?! Awkward, my ass! Take that, Wil!"
Williem: "Und like I said, frau: worst nightmare."
Candy: "And you're okay with it?"
She asks, with a hint of discord in her head.
He replied, knowing this isn't his first time that question's asked..
Williem: "He's reckless, but not evil. That much I can share."
Candy: "Heh, alright."
While the group begins to simmer, someone else arrives..
Lucia: "Hammer.. I see the gang is all here. Candy."
Candy: "Lulu."
And despite her stoic aura in full play, breaking that mold however was Eduard, who turned around to the prodigal youth, and even has energy to declare..
Eduard: "Lucia! Hey hey! I see you've chosen to go behind my back again and.. well.."
Lucia: "Oh nein, do not worry so much, Herr Alvarez.. though.. I see you've put a rose on Frau Candy already."
Hearing that, she then looked by her ear, of which a rose is indeed planted.
Candy: "Huh? WHAT?! He-OWW!"
Her thumb pricked by the thorns, she drops the flower as she rubs in pain.
Those watching however..
Eduard: "What can you say: I'm a natural. But then.. I remember something, tia.. I forgot you wanted to see this for yourself.."
Lucia: "Aww.. don't feel so bad. How about.."
As if she as a single star, Lucia goes on to place a well positioned uppercut, throwing the Spaniard backwards to the ground, as he expresses in pain..
Eduard: "AYY!"
Lucia: "You! Are! Such! A! Pig!"
He lands on the floor, but Lucia didn't give him any respite, as she squats to inform..
Lucia: "I think you know what's coming.."
Eduard: "Sure, go.. I deserve it!"
She began to kick away at the man, and her brother, concerned about this behaviour, wonders..
Williem: "Schweister, do tell.. is he an enemy?"
Lucia: "Ja, for the next minute he is!"
After a quick shrug, he joins in with the kicking, with Candy only watching feeling unsure.
Candy: "Ohh.."
And then, yet another familiar face walks in, notably drinking orange juice as he sees, and then spoke with wonder..
Graham: "Eh? What the heck's this all then?"
A pause followed, and he too comes in kicking the poor Eduard who still remains helpless.
Even more puzzled, the little lady had even more to ask..
Candy: "Uhh.. Wilde with an e?? What just happened?"
Miranda: "Hmmm hmm... dearie, hii.."
The last she heard that voice..
She saw a woman dying on the pavement, ravaged by a blood knight.
With the confirmation of her near death being her last memory of this person, Candy turns, and saw..
The sweet soul sister, feeling fine and ready for action.
Of course, this was unexpected, as Candy starts to stammer..
Candy: "M-Miranda?! You're better! Oh.. you know I prayed for this, and.. and it happened! I mean.."
Miranda: "Oh, not like it was my first episode with a sharp blade, sweetie. I'm always in tip top condition! So.. what's with the kicking??"
Also confused with this JoJo reference, the half brit biker then realizes..
Graham: "Eh? Uhh.. lads.. I don't mean to pry, but he don't look like the kind that deserves these.. come to think of it.."
An observation of the victim has him note..
Graham: "Dear me.. you're Alvarez.. the Ibiza Blazer. I'll be frank guv: I'm a fan."
And overhearing this, she comments..
Candy: "Ibiza Blazer? Everyone's got a cheesy nickname, huh?"
Eduard: "You are? I, emm.. I'm touched, but first: help me up, will you?"
While he gets up, a formula gets formulating in Candy's head, as she asks..
Candy: "You all can't be here for nothing, right?"
Graham: "Well, what'd you think is the obvious answer, mum?"
Candy: "It's Schwarzwald. It has to be. I mean.. your new Christmas Porsche and your AMG.."
A playful Miranda then adds..
Miranda: "Eh.. she got us all figured out. Before you ask.. Lyle-bear's busy with a deal in Madrid."
Candy: "I expected something like that. Or he's in another of your studio's movies.."
The yellow clad actress however notices someone else in the vicinity..
Miranda: "Oh.. you seem familiar. Lulu from Deep Forest, right?"
Lucia: "Ja, that's me, but.. I uhh, dislike it when I get called that aside from.."
And just on the other side of the scene..
Eduard: "You know these strangers? It's as if.. you have the edge in being the center of attention.."
Candy: "Not like I want it, but I'm playing this game perfectly fine, so.."
Lucia: "By the way, Eduard.. I hear Henderson is in the area, and should you want that grudge match.."
Eduard: "Not yet, sweetheart. We're here for Schwarzwald, but.. as far as we know.. he's got nothing German that can take out things like your M4."
But the much shorter one in this small group then took to heart those words..
Candy: "Grudge match?"
Lucia: "Ja. Perhaps you remember.. white Aston Martin One-77 and a lime X-BOW R on my television screen?"
Having memories of a Supercar Festival classic in play, the sweet lone wolf showed a bitter side as she shares some pain while her body withdraws.
Candy: "It pains me to say.. I still want a proper rematch against my lovely Bon Bon's X-BOW.."
The pair that makes up of who's in The List too shares..
Williem: "We too."
Eduard: "You said it, tio! Think you're the only one, tia?"
Candy: "So it's the three of us.. plus Henderson, I bet.."
A grin came from her, but out of it was a sweet sensation of sinister born from that bitter phase earlier.
The mentally adept biker notices..
Graham: "Her face screams scheming, mum."
Miranda: "I wonder what that's all about?"
Lucia: "May I answer? The Ternion has prepared something.."
Miranda: "Oooh.."
Now gathered in a garage, the whole group then collects themselves to..
..a black MINI, but better known as..
Graham: "It's this MINI, is it? The once was a blue one?"
Williem: "Ja, this is it."
Candy, now walking in and feeling all kinds of smug, then explains..
Candy: "Now, I hope you're ready to be amazed.. or terrified. Or.. anything else, Lulu?"
Lucia: "Amazingly terrified? I don't care. Und it was a secret between our special little trio. Well?"
As Candy reaches for a lever by the glovebox, her good friend helped with opening the hood.
While it's not a gleaming engine, what it is however is not MINI related in any ways, as Eduard observes..
Eduard: "Is that a K20?! Es la leche!"
Williem: "My my, this is some engineering work. Gut gemacht, Lucia."
Lucia: "Danke schon."
Candy: "Impressed? I had my friend source the engine.. you know.. the one who's recently in contention to be part of The List?"
Being in the news for this illicit group of street racers, the Hawaiian racing deity naturally answers.
Eduard: "This one.. it's the bomb expert from Da Nang. Rudeboy, was it?"
Candy: "That very one. And now you're ready to find out what happens when this MINI has VTEC and a turbocharger that makes me think of Jet Jaguar."
Williem: "Consider me.. pleasantly afraid of what this will do later in Schwarzwald."
The yellow clad actress though wonders..
Miranda: "Hold on a minute: Isn't MINI like.. a British car brand?"
Candy: "Not anymore. It's essentially BMW."
Miranda: "So, we have Porsches, BMWs and Audis.. going to face against a MINI that's got a latte with the double-double? It must be terrifying, bud."
Candy: "Agreed. But I had Cierra work out the kinks, and it's perfect for me. A certain Cayman earlier found that out the hard way. Which reminds me.."
Closing the hood, she then asked the whole collective..
Candy: "Any of you drive a Cayman for later?"
Williem: "Eduard?"
Eduard: "I don't have a Cayman. You're going to face off against a 911 from me."
Using her memory, Candy then deduces..
Candy: "So.. let's see... 993 and AMG from you two.. Lulu has an M4, I see the R8 and 911 just now.. and Barrington's here with a McLaren."
Eduard: "McLaren?"
Williem: "SLR McLaren."
Eduard: "Ohho, bueno bueno.. his original street racer.."
While in thought, Lucia stepped up and gave..
Lucia: "If you can narrow it further.. any modifications?"
Candy: "It was brown.."
Upon mention of the color of her pursuer earlier, she then remembers a scene from Week 81..
Candy: "And.. actually I saw it in America that time.. with Paul?"
Graham: "If memory serves, I know Paul doesn't drive Porsche."
Miranda: "No, silly. He's always racing in that super rare Aston. Going to no show this one. Maybe someone.. related?"
With related in mind, an answer finds its way to the sweet wolf..
Candy: "Related.. right, right! It's his sister's car.. Fiona, was it?"
Lucia: "The supermodel. She's.. not as good as her brother."
The little lady, knowing she had a moment of smug satisfaction from inside the MINI earlier, then suddenly had a buildup of guilt, as she reveals..
Candy: "That explains the erratic driving.. Yeesh, way to go, Candy.. I think I broke someone on track earlier."
Eduard: "Well, I hear you're quite talented at it."
As he was about to continue, a quick chokehold came..
Eduard: "AIEY!"
..and went..
Lucia: "Now is not the time to salt that wound!"
With her conscience cleared, Candy announces..
Candy: "Maybe we should.. well.. go get ready. I need to, umm, lighten a burden."
..and then leaves the garage, leaving the group to mingle.
Graham: "Burden? That's unsettling. You're Lucia the Prodigy, was it?"
Lucia: "Correct."
Graham: "Pleasure to meet. Graham Wilde. I race for Suzuki, Group 3."
Lucia: "Suzuki? Those unremarkables? We've yet to race, then.. but what's someone not from Japan doing in a Japanese team?"
Graham: "New team, new horizons."
Miranda: "It's his way of saying 'no other hoser's going to hire me'."
Graham: "Don't ruin the moment, mum."
Williem though, after a nice staredown with the iconic MINI, then realizes..
Williem: "Entschuldigung, people, but.. has anyone seen where Eduard has gone?"
Candy: "♫Take a look into my eyes! Tell me what you see..♫"
Heeding nothing at the moment, that all changes when she peeked in one of the garages, and notices..
..a certain red SLR McLaren, and thus leading her to a moment's pouting face.
Candy: "Well, THAT'S reassuring.."
Putting her hearing devices into her bag, she walks in, and notices a man eating crisps from a large plastic packaging.
Knowing him as the fastest ambulance driver which said ambulance is known for rallying weekly nominees when it can, she acknowledges the man.
Candy: "Barrington."
Murph: "Ahh.. bollocks.."
Spilling a bit of his food, he then gets up and wipes himself clean, then greeting..
Murph: "Umm, top of the morning, darling. Pork rinds?"
Candy: "No thanks."
Murph: "Suits me. How can I be of service, ay? You're here early."
Candy: "I'm prompt.. a habit of mine. Wonder if I told you I once landed in prison, and prompt is part of your soul there. But enough of me: what are you doing all the way out here in Spain?"
And his reply?
Murph: "Schwarzwald League."
Not liking how this answer is not inline on why Murph is here, she further requests..
Candy: "Quaint. Are you sure it's not stealing something really expensive, or, well, I don't know: having to do some stalking for The List?"
Murph: "No.. and the latter? I was going to say no, but it's sort of bang on."
Confused, she pressed..
Candy: "Sort of?"
Murph: "Ay, sort of. There's a bunch coming over from the List.. but honest to Betsy: I truly really am here for Schwarzwald. You and them being here's pure coincidence, but the boss decides it's something old Murph's gotta get his romper on."
Candy: "Well, umm.. at least you're much more.. straight forward. Compared to Jacob, I mean."
Murph: "Ay, the boss can be a bit two faced at times. Just gotta hope he's leaning on the.. good side, y'know."
He's not bul[BLEEP]ting, she thought.
With suspicion gone, she then thought to leave..
Candy: "Well, I'll see you later. Do send my regards to the dark one."
Murph: "Alrighty then."
Now with her focus on her smartphone..
The little lady looked, noticing from her surroundings..
Candy: "Lulu says she's somewhere here.. this is her M4.."
However, before she decides to stay in proximity..
Williem: "Frau Candy! Come over here, junge frau!"
Candy: "Will?"
She turns and finds a man, dressed in his usual Audi sponsored sports attire.
Making her approach, she then asks..
Candy: "Umm.. hey! Any idea where's Lulu?"
Williem: "Guten tag to you too, Candy. Well.. mein schewister's off to the ladies' room. But.. are you feeling lonely? Perhaps I have someone to entertain for her stead?"
It wasn't a signal or anything, but from behind Williem, a wave of heat would emerge..
Not in a form of nature, of course, but in the form of a local man whose known for being fiery: one Eduard Alvarez.
He walks in, adjusting his sunglasses to have his eyes look down to the lady, greeting joyously..
Eduard: "Hola!"
Williem: "I'll presume you are, so.. I've got some company. Candy, this is Eduard Alvarez.. my partner in crime on the Ring, and also my worst nightmare."
Candy: "Nightmare?"
The choice of word however gave her an opinion..
Candy: "You don't scream like a nightmare like.. the dark one."
Eduard: "Dark.. one? Tio, she's talking about the big boss Jacob Ross, correct?"
Williem: "I presume so.. we're both in good standing within The List, by the ways."
And Eduard slides in, measuring in his head, and then stating..
Eduard: "Guay, guay! I see when they mean she's short.. you're really short.. no intent of offense, mamacita."
Candy: "Oh, I get that a lot. My only rule: just don't call me.. cute."
Happy with this moment to bond, he has a mind with words to spill..
Eduard: "Vale! Of course, hahaha. But you are indeed undeniably.. within contention of that word.. Of course: before I forget.. me llamo Eduard. Spoken the same way, but you spell with a U, not a W. I'm from around, but I'm also.. kind of, how you say.. always not in one place for very long, if you catch my drift."
A name like that has Candy pause a moment, but afterwards, she revealed..
Candy: "Your drift? Well, I do. In fact: I think I've heard of you.. you've got quite a reputation. Road racing.. in Hawaii?"
Eduard: "The very one. But it's a reputation that is still no match for Le Glace Pacer! But again, I have a feeling, see.."
He moved ever so closer, much to Williem's chagrin, as he warned while holding his forehead.
Williem: "Oh mein Gott.. already stepping past her comfort zone, Ed? Don't make your first meet awkward."
Luckily, this blaze did begin to hold back as he questioned..
Eduard: "What? I mean, Lucia spoke highly of you.. even assuming to be of similar character.."
Candy: "I can be just as furious, and you better believe it. But similar? I don't think so, no.."
Facing back at the little lady, he proceeds..
Eduard: "At any case.. I'd like to know a bit more of you.."
Candy: "Oh, quite a charmer, eh? Right now, I'm.. in a relationship."
Eduard: "Uhh.. yes! This one I know too: it's with that wine loving vampire. But I must say you.. smell of.. something rather sweet, but in its own.. naturally wooden way. Cinnamon?"
Unexpectedly challenging a sense of smell, she replies with eyes opened further.
Candy: "Ohh, not bad. I do know a man who does my smelling for me, but you can join in."
Seeing his welcome into the little racer's comfort zone, the fiery Spaniard looked back at Williem, and immediately proclaimed..
Eduard: "See?! See that?! Awkward, my ass! Take that, Wil!"
Williem: "Und like I said, frau: worst nightmare."
Candy: "And you're okay with it?"
She asks, with a hint of discord in her head.
He replied, knowing this isn't his first time that question's asked..
Williem: "He's reckless, but not evil. That much I can share."
Candy: "Heh, alright."
While the group begins to simmer, someone else arrives..
Lucia: "Hammer.. I see the gang is all here. Candy."
Candy: "Lulu."
And despite her stoic aura in full play, breaking that mold however was Eduard, who turned around to the prodigal youth, and even has energy to declare..
Eduard: "Lucia! Hey hey! I see you've chosen to go behind my back again and.. well.."
Lucia: "Oh nein, do not worry so much, Herr Alvarez.. though.. I see you've put a rose on Frau Candy already."
Hearing that, she then looked by her ear, of which a rose is indeed planted.
Candy: "Huh? WHAT?! He-OWW!"
Her thumb pricked by the thorns, she drops the flower as she rubs in pain.
Those watching however..
Eduard: "What can you say: I'm a natural. But then.. I remember something, tia.. I forgot you wanted to see this for yourself.."
Lucia: "Aww.. don't feel so bad. How about.."
As if she as a single star, Lucia goes on to place a well positioned uppercut, throwing the Spaniard backwards to the ground, as he expresses in pain..
Eduard: "AYY!"
Lucia: "You! Are! Such! A! Pig!"
He lands on the floor, but Lucia didn't give him any respite, as she squats to inform..
Lucia: "I think you know what's coming.."
Eduard: "Sure, go.. I deserve it!"
She began to kick away at the man, and her brother, concerned about this behaviour, wonders..
Williem: "Schweister, do tell.. is he an enemy?"
Lucia: "Ja, for the next minute he is!"
After a quick shrug, he joins in with the kicking, with Candy only watching feeling unsure.
Candy: "Ohh.."
And then, yet another familiar face walks in, notably drinking orange juice as he sees, and then spoke with wonder..
Graham: "Eh? What the heck's this all then?"
A pause followed, and he too comes in kicking the poor Eduard who still remains helpless.
Even more puzzled, the little lady had even more to ask..
Candy: "Uhh.. Wilde with an e?? What just happened?"
Miranda: "Hmmm hmm... dearie, hii.."
The last she heard that voice..
She saw a woman dying on the pavement, ravaged by a blood knight.
With the confirmation of her near death being her last memory of this person, Candy turns, and saw..
The sweet soul sister, feeling fine and ready for action.
Of course, this was unexpected, as Candy starts to stammer..
Candy: "M-Miranda?! You're better! Oh.. you know I prayed for this, and.. and it happened! I mean.."
Miranda: "Oh, not like it was my first episode with a sharp blade, sweetie. I'm always in tip top condition! So.. what's with the kicking??"
Also confused with this JoJo reference, the half brit biker then realizes..
Graham: "Eh? Uhh.. lads.. I don't mean to pry, but he don't look like the kind that deserves these.. come to think of it.."
An observation of the victim has him note..
Graham: "Dear me.. you're Alvarez.. the Ibiza Blazer. I'll be frank guv: I'm a fan."
And overhearing this, she comments..
Candy: "Ibiza Blazer? Everyone's got a cheesy nickname, huh?"
Eduard: "You are? I, emm.. I'm touched, but first: help me up, will you?"
While he gets up, a formula gets formulating in Candy's head, as she asks..
Candy: "You all can't be here for nothing, right?"
Graham: "Well, what'd you think is the obvious answer, mum?"
Candy: "It's Schwarzwald. It has to be. I mean.. your new Christmas Porsche and your AMG.."
A playful Miranda then adds..
Miranda: "Eh.. she got us all figured out. Before you ask.. Lyle-bear's busy with a deal in Madrid."
Candy: "I expected something like that. Or he's in another of your studio's movies.."
The yellow clad actress however notices someone else in the vicinity..
Miranda: "Oh.. you seem familiar. Lulu from Deep Forest, right?"
Lucia: "Ja, that's me, but.. I uhh, dislike it when I get called that aside from.."
And just on the other side of the scene..
Eduard: "You know these strangers? It's as if.. you have the edge in being the center of attention.."
Candy: "Not like I want it, but I'm playing this game perfectly fine, so.."
Lucia: "By the way, Eduard.. I hear Henderson is in the area, and should you want that grudge match.."
Eduard: "Not yet, sweetheart. We're here for Schwarzwald, but.. as far as we know.. he's got nothing German that can take out things like your M4."
But the much shorter one in this small group then took to heart those words..
Candy: "Grudge match?"
Lucia: "Ja. Perhaps you remember.. white Aston Martin One-77 and a lime X-BOW R on my television screen?"
Having memories of a Supercar Festival classic in play, the sweet lone wolf showed a bitter side as she shares some pain while her body withdraws.
Candy: "It pains me to say.. I still want a proper rematch against my lovely Bon Bon's X-BOW.."
The pair that makes up of who's in The List too shares..
Williem: "We too."
Eduard: "You said it, tio! Think you're the only one, tia?"
Candy: "So it's the three of us.. plus Henderson, I bet.."
A grin came from her, but out of it was a sweet sensation of sinister born from that bitter phase earlier.
The mentally adept biker notices..
Graham: "Her face screams scheming, mum."
Miranda: "I wonder what that's all about?"
Lucia: "May I answer? The Ternion has prepared something.."
Miranda: "Oooh.."
Now gathered in a garage, the whole group then collects themselves to..
..a black MINI, but better known as..
Graham: "It's this MINI, is it? The once was a blue one?"
Williem: "Ja, this is it."
Candy, now walking in and feeling all kinds of smug, then explains..
Candy: "Now, I hope you're ready to be amazed.. or terrified. Or.. anything else, Lulu?"
Lucia: "Amazingly terrified? I don't care. Und it was a secret between our special little trio. Well?"
As Candy reaches for a lever by the glovebox, her good friend helped with opening the hood.
While it's not a gleaming engine, what it is however is not MINI related in any ways, as Eduard observes..
Eduard: "Is that a K20?! Es la leche!"
Williem: "My my, this is some engineering work. Gut gemacht, Lucia."
Lucia: "Danke schon."
Candy: "Impressed? I had my friend source the engine.. you know.. the one who's recently in contention to be part of The List?"
Being in the news for this illicit group of street racers, the Hawaiian racing deity naturally answers.
Eduard: "This one.. it's the bomb expert from Da Nang. Rudeboy, was it?"
Candy: "That very one. And now you're ready to find out what happens when this MINI has VTEC and a turbocharger that makes me think of Jet Jaguar."
Williem: "Consider me.. pleasantly afraid of what this will do later in Schwarzwald."
The yellow clad actress though wonders..
Miranda: "Hold on a minute: Isn't MINI like.. a British car brand?"
Candy: "Not anymore. It's essentially BMW."
Miranda: "So, we have Porsches, BMWs and Audis.. going to face against a MINI that's got a latte with the double-double? It must be terrifying, bud."
Candy: "Agreed. But I had Cierra work out the kinks, and it's perfect for me. A certain Cayman earlier found that out the hard way. Which reminds me.."
Closing the hood, she then asked the whole collective..
Candy: "Any of you drive a Cayman for later?"
Williem: "Eduard?"
Eduard: "I don't have a Cayman. You're going to face off against a 911 from me."
Using her memory, Candy then deduces..
Candy: "So.. let's see... 993 and AMG from you two.. Lulu has an M4, I see the R8 and 911 just now.. and Barrington's here with a McLaren."
Eduard: "McLaren?"
Williem: "SLR McLaren."
Eduard: "Ohho, bueno bueno.. his original street racer.."
While in thought, Lucia stepped up and gave..
Lucia: "If you can narrow it further.. any modifications?"
Candy: "It was brown.."
Upon mention of the color of her pursuer earlier, she then remembers a scene from Week 81..
Candy: "And.. actually I saw it in America that time.. with Paul?"
Graham: "If memory serves, I know Paul doesn't drive Porsche."
Miranda: "No, silly. He's always racing in that super rare Aston. Going to no show this one. Maybe someone.. related?"
With related in mind, an answer finds its way to the sweet wolf..
Candy: "Related.. right, right! It's his sister's car.. Fiona, was it?"
Lucia: "The supermodel. She's.. not as good as her brother."
The little lady, knowing she had a moment of smug satisfaction from inside the MINI earlier, then suddenly had a buildup of guilt, as she reveals..
Candy: "That explains the erratic driving.. Yeesh, way to go, Candy.. I think I broke someone on track earlier."
Eduard: "Well, I hear you're quite talented at it."
As he was about to continue, a quick chokehold came..
Eduard: "AIEY!"
..and went..
Lucia: "Now is not the time to salt that wound!"
With her conscience cleared, Candy announces..
Candy: "Maybe we should.. well.. go get ready. I need to, umm, lighten a burden."
..and then leaves the garage, leaving the group to mingle.
Graham: "Burden? That's unsettling. You're Lucia the Prodigy, was it?"
Lucia: "Correct."
Graham: "Pleasure to meet. Graham Wilde. I race for Suzuki, Group 3."
Lucia: "Suzuki? Those unremarkables? We've yet to race, then.. but what's someone not from Japan doing in a Japanese team?"
Graham: "New team, new horizons."
Miranda: "It's his way of saying 'no other hoser's going to hire me'."
Graham: "Don't ruin the moment, mum."
Williem though, after a nice staredown with the iconic MINI, then realizes..
Williem: "Entschuldigung, people, but.. has anyone seen where Eduard has gone?"
Back to its original resting spot..
..the Cayman, now wiped clean and refuelled to leave the track, has its owner, sitting nearby and riddled with sweats, complaining..
Fiona: "Whew.. that MINI has hands."
Paul: "Hands?"
Fiona: "Never mind that.. I mean.. well.. I need more water."
Noticing two bottles of water emptied, Paul would grab them, and then reply..
Paul: "You've guzzled a pair already, y'know?"
Fiona: "Every little drop helps."
Paul: "Fine. I'll be back."
And as he exits, Fiona, left to herself, questions the situation she's in.
Fiona: "How annoying. Why is it being upstaged really brings me to such a low.."
Eventually not forgetting why they're here as part of Paul's not so well thought out master plan..
Fiona: "Guess there's no fully clearing the bully in me.."
She wipes another tear coming out from one eye, but clears it further as she notices a teenage sized individual walking by.
Fiona: "A little Asian? If not Rin, then.. Candy?"
Candy: "Mmhmm.. my suspicions have been correct. May I enter?"
She gestures a yes, allowing the sweet lady to come on in.
Candy: "How's it going? Actually, you don't look so good.."
Fiona: "Feh, any more obvious observations?"
She's in a poor mood, as Candy thought, but instead of furthering the line of questioning, she takes a look at the nearby Porsche..
Candy: "I know for a fact of this Brown Cayman back in Trial Mountain that time. And about this MINI that's causing it some trouble."
Upon the reach of silence, Candy received a quick lift up her shoulders courtesy of a mentally unstable Fiona.
Candy: "Eep!"
Fiona: "Don't you see how this is going, you buck toothed cluck?!"
Candy: "P-put me down, hey! I-I don't know what's wrong, but I want to apologize, okay?!"
Hearing that, she came to her senses, and put Candy back on her feet.
Fiona: "I.. umm.. apologize. When I lose myself, I always find myself with sour thoughts. You understand, right? Don't take it personally."
Candy: "I know.. I won't.. I'm the one in the MINI.."
That fact now secured, the superlady then accepts, as she explains calmly.
Fiona: "I.. see why you'd want to say your sorries, lassie. It's starting to piece together how I'm no match."
Candy: "Easy! Not like you don't have a chance.. but honestly, nobody does."
Wanting to get their relationship back to appropriate levels, Candy, knowing what's needed, asks..
Candy: "I'm usually good with advice, but.. for you? Usually, how do you.."
Fiona: "That's it.. funny how it's my turn to get advice.."
Candy: "Umm.."
Fiona: "Today, I learn Paul's kind of advice being.. the sort that's more action oriented. It didn't suit me. Not one bit."
Candy: "And where would that lead you instead?"
Fiona: "He used to have a psychological doctor.. but I haven't seen him for ages, nor is he even around. And aside from me parents, and Alan.. there's Rin."
A quick mention of her big sis agitated Candy, playfully wondering..
Candy: "Big sis? Giving advice?"
Fiona: "Oh heavens no, it's more like.. giving moral support."
Candy: "She's quite good at that. I've seen it. It was at.. there's a circuit just by Kamitsui.. you don't know where that is."
Fiona: "Well, I'll say it'd be at Japan.. but really, about Rin: you think so too?"
There's no mistaking her honest heart, thought Candy, about her big sis.
But with Fiona as a matter of attention, she then told..
Candy: "Let's put it that way.. but maybe instead.. I can tutor you?"
Fiona: "Don't be silly.. I mean.. you're welcome to try, but if you're going to take it like Paul did, it's not much help."
While a step of persuasion might come in handy, the man approaching them didn't allow for taht, as he loudly greets..
Eduard: "Hola. May I enter?"
Candy: "Wil's friend.. Eduard?"
He makes a quick dash towards the little lady, then speaking with some exhaustion..
Eduard: "There you are, tia! I was worried I lost you for the moment. I was wondering.."
Candy: "Lost.. we're you following me?"
Eduard: "It's not stalking.. honestly, these days, it's the women doing the stalking. You dropped this.."
He handed over an essential tool from Candy's handbag: a small flip mirror, clasping the rose he gifted her discreetly earlier.
Candy: "My hand mirror! And that rose? Ohh, thanks so much!"
Eduard: "No problema, senorita."
Without any idea what to do, Eduard now takes a look about and notices the car..
Eduard: "By the way.. I see you've found your Cayman."
Fiona: "Oh, umm, excuse me.."
Noticing her imminent departure, Candy halted..
Candy: "Don't go, Fiona.. he might be the ticket. Umm.. this is Eduard.. the Ibiza Blazer, right?"
Eduard: "Si, yes. Que tal?"
Fiona: "Umm.."
Eduard, observing this strange woman of the highlands, quickly assumed, and has some words ready to show..
Eduard: "A bit shy, are you? Ehh.. don't sweat, darling. I see you have this Cayman. Yours is the best kept one I've seen of all of them.. it's easy to mistake this from a showroom variant."
Fiona: "Thanks.."
Candy: "(Gosh, she's having trouble being nice??)"
The superb woman, now superbly withdrawal, discreetly gestures..
Fiona: "[muffled] CANDY HELP.."
Candy: "Help on what?"
Eduard: "Oh ya! Did someone say help?"
The blazing soul then continued his 'assault'..
Eduard: "See umm.. what's-your-name.."
Candy: "Fiona."
Eduard: "Fiona, eh? Fiona, Fiona, Fiona.. I could write a song with a name so beautiful like that."
She obviously sees him losing his senses, and considering Lucia's uppercut, it enabled her to go for a quick sharp nudge, following with a reminder..
Candy: "Focus, Wil's BFF."
Eduard: "Umm.. see.. look I know when someone's acting stressed like those shoulders drooped, acting all meek, and with your fists clenched like that. But.. can you trust me?"
Nothing came from her, thus leading to Eduard thinking there's no stopping him to let him go on ahead.
Eduard: "You can stay silent, mami. But what I want your trust for is that.. I'm familiar with Caymans. Raced them in the Clubsport Series, in addition to working with Porsche now and then on the Ring. A car like this, being here.. it only means it's being raced. And there is no way.. No way I'm letting this mood of yours be the one behind the wheel."
Candy however saw..
Candy: "(Goodness, she's about to burst!)"
And while it might look like she's ready to explode, Fiona let off all the steam building up, and started to speak..
Fiona: "I.. I want to confess, Mister Blazer."
Eduard: "Mister Alvarez. But don't let me stop you: what is it?"
Fiona: "All the moments you two have been around.. my mind's at a fizz of.. unwelcoming thoughts. How can I get you two out of my sight because.. because.."
Eduard: "She wants to be left alone. I.. figured as much."
Knowing he's not wanted, Fiona saw a man who looked as if a great fear managed to grip him.
Now with a mind to not let him go, she leapt..
Fiona: "No! No. Don't go, Mister Blazer. I.."
As if it was natural, Eduard notices the woman leaping ahead, and had to intervene before she could crash.
Leading to a great pirouette, Fiona finds herself positioned to look upwards, as Eduard looks down on her.
Fiona: "Uhh.."
Eduard: "Ohh.."
The room then darkens, as a stray light shines on this impromptu dancing position.
Candy: "This.. is.. spectactular!"
Back on their feer proper, Eduard recognizes the professional ethics Fiona has been showing in her footsteps, convincing him of her talent.
Eduard: "I see you've got quite a grip.."
Fiona: "Oh bloody hell, I umm.. like to dance?"
Eduard: "Dance? Dance! Oh ho! This grip. This spin. This wild fire in your soul! Do tell, mami.. you are a natural at tango, si?"
Seconds move on, and they started to connect..
Fiona: "If you're wearing the shoes.."
Eduard: "..with a rose in my teeth.."
He doesn't have a rose, but Candy felt it was right to toss that rose back to him.
As he catches the rose, he places it in his mouth, and loudly declares..
Eduard: "VAMOS! PLAY THE MUSIC!"
Walking from the darkness, a phone, held by a certain Scottish underdog, started playing some high tempo tango music.
Now by Candy's side, they watch on a rather aggressive bonding through dance.
Candy: "Paul. Were you planning for a dance-off too?"
Paul: "You bet. Sometimes me and Fiona.. we can't resist a moment for dance. Plus I'd tell you to keep an open mind like I always been, lassie, but honestly I feel you're tired of hearing it.."
Candy: "And about Eduard.. dancing is not what I had in mind for a guy like him."
Paul: "Feeling's mutual. Especially when I got history with that lad.."
Candy: "You both have history?"
Paul: "We clash. In Supercar Festival. Pretty often, actually. But what's the likes of you doing snooping about here?"
Candy: "I wanted to apologize. For messing up Fiona's probable first drive in Catalunya."
Paul: "Yer the MINI, was it? Don't worry about it, lassie. Seems to me it's led to this.."
It was a short song, but their rhythm and steps were right on the money, and as the situation goes back to normal, the crowd cheers on..
Candy: "Wow!"
Paul: "Bravo!"
Fiona: "Encore?"
Eduard: "I would, but perhaps some other time. We have a race later."
He let go of the supermodel, who hops back towards her brother.
Noticing one of his racing rivals, Eduard then spoke up..
Eduard: "Amigo.. I apologize for taking your darling away from you."
Paul: "She's not me wife, Ed. Sister."
Eduard: "Ahh."
Fiona, now feeling somewhat cured of her pains, gets a quick question in..
Paul: "Fiona.. are ye-"
Fiona: "Feeling better? Oh yes sir. That I am. But if not an encore, Mister Blazer.. I want a favor."
Eduard: "Anything, mami: just say it."
She collects her breath, and takes a quick sip of water her brother brought in, and then reveals..
Fiona: "You say you're.. racing, right? I know it's a stretch, but.. I want to try out for that Schwarzwald League."
Candy: "Oh!"
Paul: "Brilliant! It does mean you're going to face off that bleeding MINI again."
She didn't forget what happened earlier, thus leading to her..
Fiona: "Which brings me to the next thing.. I know Paul's going to babble on about it.."
Paul: "Oi!"
Fiona: "But what is it that.. driving cars does that makes you feel more than alive? I wish to be understanding, so I can help out my brother in his career.. and meself, while we're at it?"
It was directed to the guests of this garage.
Candy, not sure what kind of answer to give, spoke up..
Candy: "This.. kind of question is going to get differing answers from different people. From me.. it's become a part of me. No more, no less."
Paul: "It has, is it? Today I learned.."
Fiona: "Okay, but I know your answer by heart now, brother."
Paul: "Aye, you know: Carrie.. daughter of some Le Mans racing big shot."
Ready to go, Eduard spoke..
Eduard: "Oh.. but now it is my turn to shine! Well.. put it this way.. pstt, give me a few pointers?"
Candy: "Supermodel."
Paul: "Bleedin' supermodel is correct."
Riling up his mind..
Eduard: "Ahh, supermodel, supermodel.. Bingo!"
He lets it all go, explaining with his gentle suave tongue..
Eduard: "Senorita. Think of it as being in the runway. Everyone looking at the best you, making step after step through the lights, and in front of the cameras. I say.. being behind the wheel of a high performance sports car, going wild in ways people cannot imagine.. that is the best me. And what's more.. I plan to not stay stagnant, and expand. It's the action that soothes the.. hurting flame in my heart. This risk.. the weight.. the thrill, it's what makes me.. feel alive."
And as she begins to process, who's left commented..
Eduard: "Maybe that'll help, eh?"
Candy: "That's.. not bad!"
Paul: "Agreed. Good analogy. How about it?"
The superb lady Fiona then replied, with a soul inspired.
Fiona: "I.. I like it. A lot. Today.. after meeting such a.. charming sort of man.. I.. I hope to be reborn!"
Paul: "Sister.."
Fiona: "I can see a little bit more of your light, laddie. Let's not waste it. Sign me up for Schwarzwald, brother."
Paul: "Can do. Come on, Candy. Let's hope we got slots."
And as the Group 3 racers exit the garage, those who remain have plans..
Eduard: "And now.. let's get acquainted. In to the car, if you would please.."
Fiona: "Oooh.. charmed.."
..the Cayman, now wiped clean and refuelled to leave the track, has its owner, sitting nearby and riddled with sweats, complaining..
Fiona: "Whew.. that MINI has hands."
Paul: "Hands?"
Fiona: "Never mind that.. I mean.. well.. I need more water."
Noticing two bottles of water emptied, Paul would grab them, and then reply..
Paul: "You've guzzled a pair already, y'know?"
Fiona: "Every little drop helps."
Paul: "Fine. I'll be back."
And as he exits, Fiona, left to herself, questions the situation she's in.
Fiona: "How annoying. Why is it being upstaged really brings me to such a low.."
Eventually not forgetting why they're here as part of Paul's not so well thought out master plan..
Fiona: "Guess there's no fully clearing the bully in me.."
She wipes another tear coming out from one eye, but clears it further as she notices a teenage sized individual walking by.
Fiona: "A little Asian? If not Rin, then.. Candy?"
Candy: "Mmhmm.. my suspicions have been correct. May I enter?"
She gestures a yes, allowing the sweet lady to come on in.
Candy: "How's it going? Actually, you don't look so good.."
Fiona: "Feh, any more obvious observations?"
She's in a poor mood, as Candy thought, but instead of furthering the line of questioning, she takes a look at the nearby Porsche..
Candy: "I know for a fact of this Brown Cayman back in Trial Mountain that time. And about this MINI that's causing it some trouble."
Upon the reach of silence, Candy received a quick lift up her shoulders courtesy of a mentally unstable Fiona.
Candy: "Eep!"
Fiona: "Don't you see how this is going, you buck toothed cluck?!"
Candy: "P-put me down, hey! I-I don't know what's wrong, but I want to apologize, okay?!"
Hearing that, she came to her senses, and put Candy back on her feet.
Fiona: "I.. umm.. apologize. When I lose myself, I always find myself with sour thoughts. You understand, right? Don't take it personally."
Candy: "I know.. I won't.. I'm the one in the MINI.."
That fact now secured, the superlady then accepts, as she explains calmly.
Fiona: "I.. see why you'd want to say your sorries, lassie. It's starting to piece together how I'm no match."
Candy: "Easy! Not like you don't have a chance.. but honestly, nobody does."
Wanting to get their relationship back to appropriate levels, Candy, knowing what's needed, asks..
Candy: "I'm usually good with advice, but.. for you? Usually, how do you.."
Fiona: "That's it.. funny how it's my turn to get advice.."
Candy: "Umm.."
Fiona: "Today, I learn Paul's kind of advice being.. the sort that's more action oriented. It didn't suit me. Not one bit."
Candy: "And where would that lead you instead?"
Fiona: "He used to have a psychological doctor.. but I haven't seen him for ages, nor is he even around. And aside from me parents, and Alan.. there's Rin."
A quick mention of her big sis agitated Candy, playfully wondering..
Candy: "Big sis? Giving advice?"
Fiona: "Oh heavens no, it's more like.. giving moral support."
Candy: "She's quite good at that. I've seen it. It was at.. there's a circuit just by Kamitsui.. you don't know where that is."
Fiona: "Well, I'll say it'd be at Japan.. but really, about Rin: you think so too?"
There's no mistaking her honest heart, thought Candy, about her big sis.
But with Fiona as a matter of attention, she then told..
Candy: "Let's put it that way.. but maybe instead.. I can tutor you?"
Fiona: "Don't be silly.. I mean.. you're welcome to try, but if you're going to take it like Paul did, it's not much help."
While a step of persuasion might come in handy, the man approaching them didn't allow for taht, as he loudly greets..
Eduard: "Hola. May I enter?"
Candy: "Wil's friend.. Eduard?"
He makes a quick dash towards the little lady, then speaking with some exhaustion..
Eduard: "There you are, tia! I was worried I lost you for the moment. I was wondering.."
Candy: "Lost.. we're you following me?"
Eduard: "It's not stalking.. honestly, these days, it's the women doing the stalking. You dropped this.."
He handed over an essential tool from Candy's handbag: a small flip mirror, clasping the rose he gifted her discreetly earlier.
Candy: "My hand mirror! And that rose? Ohh, thanks so much!"
Eduard: "No problema, senorita."
Without any idea what to do, Eduard now takes a look about and notices the car..
Eduard: "By the way.. I see you've found your Cayman."
Fiona: "Oh, umm, excuse me.."
Noticing her imminent departure, Candy halted..
Candy: "Don't go, Fiona.. he might be the ticket. Umm.. this is Eduard.. the Ibiza Blazer, right?"
Eduard: "Si, yes. Que tal?"
Fiona: "Umm.."
Eduard, observing this strange woman of the highlands, quickly assumed, and has some words ready to show..
Eduard: "A bit shy, are you? Ehh.. don't sweat, darling. I see you have this Cayman. Yours is the best kept one I've seen of all of them.. it's easy to mistake this from a showroom variant."
Fiona: "Thanks.."
Candy: "(Gosh, she's having trouble being nice??)"
The superb woman, now superbly withdrawal, discreetly gestures..
Fiona: "[muffled] CANDY HELP.."
Candy: "Help on what?"
Eduard: "Oh ya! Did someone say help?"
The blazing soul then continued his 'assault'..
Eduard: "See umm.. what's-your-name.."
Candy: "Fiona."
Eduard: "Fiona, eh? Fiona, Fiona, Fiona.. I could write a song with a name so beautiful like that."
She obviously sees him losing his senses, and considering Lucia's uppercut, it enabled her to go for a quick sharp nudge, following with a reminder..
Candy: "Focus, Wil's BFF."
Eduard: "Umm.. see.. look I know when someone's acting stressed like those shoulders drooped, acting all meek, and with your fists clenched like that. But.. can you trust me?"
Nothing came from her, thus leading to Eduard thinking there's no stopping him to let him go on ahead.
Eduard: "You can stay silent, mami. But what I want your trust for is that.. I'm familiar with Caymans. Raced them in the Clubsport Series, in addition to working with Porsche now and then on the Ring. A car like this, being here.. it only means it's being raced. And there is no way.. No way I'm letting this mood of yours be the one behind the wheel."
Candy however saw..
Candy: "(Goodness, she's about to burst!)"
And while it might look like she's ready to explode, Fiona let off all the steam building up, and started to speak..
Fiona: "I.. I want to confess, Mister Blazer."
Eduard: "Mister Alvarez. But don't let me stop you: what is it?"
Fiona: "All the moments you two have been around.. my mind's at a fizz of.. unwelcoming thoughts. How can I get you two out of my sight because.. because.."
Eduard: "She wants to be left alone. I.. figured as much."
Knowing he's not wanted, Fiona saw a man who looked as if a great fear managed to grip him.
Now with a mind to not let him go, she leapt..
Fiona: "No! No. Don't go, Mister Blazer. I.."
As if it was natural, Eduard notices the woman leaping ahead, and had to intervene before she could crash.
Leading to a great pirouette, Fiona finds herself positioned to look upwards, as Eduard looks down on her.
Fiona: "Uhh.."
Eduard: "Ohh.."
The room then darkens, as a stray light shines on this impromptu dancing position.
Candy: "This.. is.. spectactular!"
Back on their feer proper, Eduard recognizes the professional ethics Fiona has been showing in her footsteps, convincing him of her talent.
Eduard: "I see you've got quite a grip.."
Fiona: "Oh bloody hell, I umm.. like to dance?"
Eduard: "Dance? Dance! Oh ho! This grip. This spin. This wild fire in your soul! Do tell, mami.. you are a natural at tango, si?"
Seconds move on, and they started to connect..
Fiona: "If you're wearing the shoes.."
Eduard: "..with a rose in my teeth.."
He doesn't have a rose, but Candy felt it was right to toss that rose back to him.
As he catches the rose, he places it in his mouth, and loudly declares..
Eduard: "VAMOS! PLAY THE MUSIC!"
Walking from the darkness, a phone, held by a certain Scottish underdog, started playing some high tempo tango music.
Now by Candy's side, they watch on a rather aggressive bonding through dance.
Candy: "Paul. Were you planning for a dance-off too?"
Paul: "You bet. Sometimes me and Fiona.. we can't resist a moment for dance. Plus I'd tell you to keep an open mind like I always been, lassie, but honestly I feel you're tired of hearing it.."
Candy: "And about Eduard.. dancing is not what I had in mind for a guy like him."
Paul: "Feeling's mutual. Especially when I got history with that lad.."
Candy: "You both have history?"
Paul: "We clash. In Supercar Festival. Pretty often, actually. But what's the likes of you doing snooping about here?"
Candy: "I wanted to apologize. For messing up Fiona's probable first drive in Catalunya."
Paul: "Yer the MINI, was it? Don't worry about it, lassie. Seems to me it's led to this.."
It was a short song, but their rhythm and steps were right on the money, and as the situation goes back to normal, the crowd cheers on..
Candy: "Wow!"
Paul: "Bravo!"
Fiona: "Encore?"
Eduard: "I would, but perhaps some other time. We have a race later."
He let go of the supermodel, who hops back towards her brother.
Noticing one of his racing rivals, Eduard then spoke up..
Eduard: "Amigo.. I apologize for taking your darling away from you."
Paul: "She's not me wife, Ed. Sister."
Eduard: "Ahh."
Fiona, now feeling somewhat cured of her pains, gets a quick question in..
Paul: "Fiona.. are ye-"
Fiona: "Feeling better? Oh yes sir. That I am. But if not an encore, Mister Blazer.. I want a favor."
Eduard: "Anything, mami: just say it."
She collects her breath, and takes a quick sip of water her brother brought in, and then reveals..
Fiona: "You say you're.. racing, right? I know it's a stretch, but.. I want to try out for that Schwarzwald League."
Candy: "Oh!"
Paul: "Brilliant! It does mean you're going to face off that bleeding MINI again."
She didn't forget what happened earlier, thus leading to her..
Fiona: "Which brings me to the next thing.. I know Paul's going to babble on about it.."
Paul: "Oi!"
Fiona: "But what is it that.. driving cars does that makes you feel more than alive? I wish to be understanding, so I can help out my brother in his career.. and meself, while we're at it?"
It was directed to the guests of this garage.
Candy, not sure what kind of answer to give, spoke up..
Candy: "This.. kind of question is going to get differing answers from different people. From me.. it's become a part of me. No more, no less."
Paul: "It has, is it? Today I learned.."
Fiona: "Okay, but I know your answer by heart now, brother."
Paul: "Aye, you know: Carrie.. daughter of some Le Mans racing big shot."
Ready to go, Eduard spoke..
Eduard: "Oh.. but now it is my turn to shine! Well.. put it this way.. pstt, give me a few pointers?"
Candy: "Supermodel."
Paul: "Bleedin' supermodel is correct."
Riling up his mind..
Eduard: "Ahh, supermodel, supermodel.. Bingo!"
He lets it all go, explaining with his gentle suave tongue..
Eduard: "Senorita. Think of it as being in the runway. Everyone looking at the best you, making step after step through the lights, and in front of the cameras. I say.. being behind the wheel of a high performance sports car, going wild in ways people cannot imagine.. that is the best me. And what's more.. I plan to not stay stagnant, and expand. It's the action that soothes the.. hurting flame in my heart. This risk.. the weight.. the thrill, it's what makes me.. feel alive."
And as she begins to process, who's left commented..
Eduard: "Maybe that'll help, eh?"
Candy: "That's.. not bad!"
Paul: "Agreed. Good analogy. How about it?"
The superb lady Fiona then replied, with a soul inspired.
Fiona: "I.. I like it. A lot. Today.. after meeting such a.. charming sort of man.. I.. I hope to be reborn!"
Paul: "Sister.."
Fiona: "I can see a little bit more of your light, laddie. Let's not waste it. Sign me up for Schwarzwald, brother."
Paul: "Can do. Come on, Candy. Let's hope we got slots."
And as the Group 3 racers exit the garage, those who remain have plans..
Eduard: "And now.. let's get acquainted. In to the car, if you would please.."
Fiona: "Oooh.. charmed.."
As hours pass into midday, a row of German cars start piling up the long Catalunya straight.
And the one to watch being the newbie racer in the Cayman, the lady inside tries to shake off her doubts and negative vibes.
And if being a newbie is going to slow her down, at least a good coach is ready as she wears a communicator in addition to her newly bought racing suit..
Paul: "Alright. Sister. This is it. Got a whole roster of some folk who knows how to get about Wurth and La Saixa without a hitch."
Fiona: "Say what crap you got, laddie.. I'm going to show you the results of me and that Blazer fellow's time together."
Knowing love is in the air of this connection, Paul started to feel a rather estranged feeling.
Paul: "Jesus.. Eduard as a potential in-law. World's bleeding mad, don't you think?"
Fiona: "In your wee little world, that is."
Paul: "Sure, sure. Not like you two are going to tie the knot with such a grand first impression."
Fiona: "That a challenge?"
Paul: "Achh, no!"
Fiona: "Yes it is."
Paul: "Whatever. Check if yer traction control's on.. And if I be knewing the style of me old foe Eduard.. keep yer heart's fire in check, madam."
Fiona: "Got it."
However, she still isn't at true ease for a certain car behind..
No Def Leppard is coming out this time, but Fiona, with that in mind, began to murmur..
Fiona: "That rascal Candy in that MINI had a song, was it? She must have something driving her.. pretty sure I have that something.."
Out of the realms of past doubt come a confidence of the present.
And from this, she pumps herself up with a jolt of excitement coming up as the race readies to start.
Fiona: "Ehh?!"
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Feeling a surge of energy coming in, she feels her senses go into overdrive..
Fiona: "This is what Paul must be feeling.. ohh brilliant: that's more bloody freaking like it!!"
And before long..
The lights glare and the racers take off!
Graham: "That Candy's got a slow start.. no doubt she's scheming something."
Eduard: "Short and cute one.. is also a mad one.. I like!"
Lucia: "The List's second in command, in a car he's driven for almost his whole career.. this is going to be a tricky one, ja, for sure."
Murph: "Ayyayy, I'm in the lead!"
Graham: "A Vision GT? That's one hell of a looker. But can it drive?"
Fiona: "Optimum pace at turn 9. This is how we do it!"
Paul: "Brilliant! That's my Fiona!"
Candy: "If I was that pompous ass.. oh what the heck: you both are DEAD!"
Graham: "Yes, that was splendid stuff! Vision GT is out."
Candy: "My turn to use the choo-choo formation! Let's go!"
Miranda: "Bye bye, sweetie."
Lucia: "That Miranda.. just who is she??"
Williem: "Achtung.. they approach."
Candy: "I think your time up front is.. up."
Graham: "Williem Weiss.. a Ring Meister.. but here: he's shark bait."
Graham: "Wide, wide!"
Candy: "And Wild with an E is trumped with a T."
Eduard: "I can't stay behind her forever. Vamos!"
Lucia: "We're on good pace here.."
Miranda: "Humm... this one's a quick one, eh? Maybe I can pressure him."
Murph: "An AMG? Against a McLaren? I'm having a laugh! Darling, you're not in my league, ay."
Williem: "That thing is hammer fast!"
Candy: "We are on a roll, MINI. Let's see if we can steal the win here.."
Williem: "Hoo.. she is that fearful, that car lost all composure. She is no wolff.. she is the devil."
Candy: "Fiona.."
Fiona: "Now I'm ahead, lassie.. I'll hold you back the best I can!"
Candy: "Fiona.. this is a significant step up!"
Paul: "Ochh.. from the outside? That MINI is indeed a monster."
Fiona: "Monster or not, there's always a next time, Paul."
Paul: "Aye.. thinking with an open mind, are ya?"
Graham: "This is the time for a DIVE!!"
Williem: "Curses.."
Eduard: "Ai carumba, she is a spooky one.."
Candy: "So, this is the Ibiza Blazer.."
Lucia: "Nein nein NEIN! EDUARD!!"
Eduard: "Ughhh, I am dead, yes?"
Candy: "Yeesh.. I'm imagining I'm going to see Eduard on a stretcher when we're done here.."
Candy: "I guess Lulu's lost her focus.."
Murph: "This yellow AMG.. is a threat? Preposterous, ay!"
Miranda: "Oooh, he's slipping. Ehe ehe.. this is good."
Eduard: "Aii. That is a MINI with the big.. well.. you know.."
Candy: "The podium is NOT enough for my MINI's redemption arc!"
Paul: "I see that M4 up ahead. Now it's a good time you try outbraking her."
Fiona: "Sure she won't block me?"
Paul: "Umm.. she's a bit out of it.. looks like her rear's got a bump."
Lucia: "That Cayman!! Uhh.. I'm happy for you."
Fiona: "Oh hell yes!"
Miranda: "Is it.. getting hot in here, or.. or.."
Candy: "Miss Miranda.. driving like she never got sliced open by a hand forged katana."
Candy: "One more.. one more to victory!"
Miranda: "That Candy and her British German car.. looks like I'm throwing in my towel."
Murph: "Holy, we're almost there.."
Candy: "I don't want in The List, but.. let me teach you something else."
Murph: "C'mon McLaren, you got this."
Candy: "That SLR.."
Murph: "Alright, Murph wins the run, chaps. They don't call me Murph for nothing, ay?"
Candy: "I.. can't believe it.. but that was some run, was it, MINI?"
Paul: "That's P5, Fiona. That's one hell of a result for a first race."
Fiona: "Cheers."
And the one to watch being the newbie racer in the Cayman, the lady inside tries to shake off her doubts and negative vibes.
And if being a newbie is going to slow her down, at least a good coach is ready as she wears a communicator in addition to her newly bought racing suit..
Paul: "Alright. Sister. This is it. Got a whole roster of some folk who knows how to get about Wurth and La Saixa without a hitch."
Fiona: "Say what crap you got, laddie.. I'm going to show you the results of me and that Blazer fellow's time together."
Knowing love is in the air of this connection, Paul started to feel a rather estranged feeling.
Paul: "Jesus.. Eduard as a potential in-law. World's bleeding mad, don't you think?"
Fiona: "In your wee little world, that is."
Paul: "Sure, sure. Not like you two are going to tie the knot with such a grand first impression."
Fiona: "That a challenge?"
Paul: "Achh, no!"
Fiona: "Yes it is."
Paul: "Whatever. Check if yer traction control's on.. And if I be knewing the style of me old foe Eduard.. keep yer heart's fire in check, madam."
Fiona: "Got it."
However, she still isn't at true ease for a certain car behind..
No Def Leppard is coming out this time, but Fiona, with that in mind, began to murmur..
Fiona: "That rascal Candy in that MINI had a song, was it? She must have something driving her.. pretty sure I have that something.."
Out of the realms of past doubt come a confidence of the present.
And from this, she pumps herself up with a jolt of excitement coming up as the race readies to start.
Fiona: "Ehh?!"
The Small Print
Muse
Absolution
Feeling a surge of energy coming in, she feels her senses go into overdrive..
Fiona: "This is what Paul must be feeling.. ohh brilliant: that's more bloody freaking like it!!"
And before long..
The lights glare and the racers take off!
Ahh, tuning. The track going Cayman really needs this if its going to be treated as a track car, and thus go along the likes of the 911 GT3.. I really hoped for a Huracan with the GT4 with the GT3s as the Aventador, but thanks to earlier, that kind of comparison is now simply wasted. No harm, no foul, however. Just a thought.
Now while the Cayman can have even more aero, perhaps the biggest selling point of bringing your Cayman to GT Auto would be the engine swap. What you get isn't a killer flat six, but instead the Bennett Racing Engines small block dual turbocharged V8 from the GAC Maverick. Since the Cayman's about 300 kilos short of the Maverick, it's going to make greater use of that 1200 horsepower engine, despite issues that amount of power can do to something this small. So if you're feeling like experiencing travel through a black hole with a Cayman shell, what's stopping me from you spending a measly 250,000 credits? It's a low cost expenditure on a rather low cost car, but I fail to see a use case that's not memes.
So what do we have here.. the Cayman's real main issue is the understeery handling, and a general hatred for curbs. So that means just generally raising the height, pumping up both damping ratios, and hardening the rear. On a casual stride, I can say you're done. It's that simple. I mean.. to be honest, these paragraphs underneath are going to be filler, so unless you want to see maybe a transcript from my famous 'sundowner quote collection.txt', there's nothing else I want to add.
Okay, maybe some smaller advice. Now, how hard the rear is up to you, but I take it up at least 3 levels of whatever level you mean to raise. So say the front is 100 mm, the rear is 130 mm high. Maybe do the same with anti-roll bars. Spring rate maybe can be apart by 50 hertz in favor of the rear, of course consider the tires you're using. For differential, start off with 5-20-5, and work from there for your needs.
One quick look at aspiration and you'll see there's none of that, and none of it to add with. Therefore the meat of the car's power will come from the permanent engine upgrades. Which means you're welcome to slap everything on if you don't want to use that twin turbo charged small block. The transmission needs no specific specialized ratio change aside if you want to use a manual or swap to the Understeer brand PDK.. so, a UDK?
Now, what I'd do with this car is that instead of getting a general boost, you focus on power. Get as much power improvement for your budget, and don't get weight loss. If you're crazier than I am, you get the ballast and add it. You're welcome to instead lower weight and make it the best ever endurance racer Porsche wishes it has, and I'm not going against your idea for this: it's a cheap sports car, and money's not hard to come by. But really: the base 379 horsepower it has might seem little, but on the car it's more than able to pull itself to victory... just not for the Glen CC+: my stock aero, high power with ballast strategy is the one that'll get the 1:58 laps because it's the solution that'll solve that sluggish top end, alongside an overall narrow gearbox with a reachable final.
I should be asleep right now.. on the whole this car is just lacking a character on so many ways I can interpret it. You won't believe how I was thinking of my bed while documenting this, and also running this on the Saturday lobby. Think of this all to be adding excitement to something that needs it, alongside adding a stripe, of course.
Now while the Cayman can have even more aero, perhaps the biggest selling point of bringing your Cayman to GT Auto would be the engine swap. What you get isn't a killer flat six, but instead the Bennett Racing Engines small block dual turbocharged V8 from the GAC Maverick. Since the Cayman's about 300 kilos short of the Maverick, it's going to make greater use of that 1200 horsepower engine, despite issues that amount of power can do to something this small. So if you're feeling like experiencing travel through a black hole with a Cayman shell, what's stopping me from you spending a measly 250,000 credits? It's a low cost expenditure on a rather low cost car, but I fail to see a use case that's not memes.
So what do we have here.. the Cayman's real main issue is the understeery handling, and a general hatred for curbs. So that means just generally raising the height, pumping up both damping ratios, and hardening the rear. On a casual stride, I can say you're done. It's that simple. I mean.. to be honest, these paragraphs underneath are going to be filler, so unless you want to see maybe a transcript from my famous 'sundowner quote collection.txt', there's nothing else I want to add.
Okay, maybe some smaller advice. Now, how hard the rear is up to you, but I take it up at least 3 levels of whatever level you mean to raise. So say the front is 100 mm, the rear is 130 mm high. Maybe do the same with anti-roll bars. Spring rate maybe can be apart by 50 hertz in favor of the rear, of course consider the tires you're using. For differential, start off with 5-20-5, and work from there for your needs.
One quick look at aspiration and you'll see there's none of that, and none of it to add with. Therefore the meat of the car's power will come from the permanent engine upgrades. Which means you're welcome to slap everything on if you don't want to use that twin turbo charged small block. The transmission needs no specific specialized ratio change aside if you want to use a manual or swap to the Understeer brand PDK.. so, a UDK?
Now, what I'd do with this car is that instead of getting a general boost, you focus on power. Get as much power improvement for your budget, and don't get weight loss. If you're crazier than I am, you get the ballast and add it. You're welcome to instead lower weight and make it the best ever endurance racer Porsche wishes it has, and I'm not going against your idea for this: it's a cheap sports car, and money's not hard to come by. But really: the base 379 horsepower it has might seem little, but on the car it's more than able to pull itself to victory... just not for the Glen CC+: my stock aero, high power with ballast strategy is the one that'll get the 1:58 laps because it's the solution that'll solve that sluggish top end, alongside an overall narrow gearbox with a reachable final.
I should be asleep right now.. on the whole this car is just lacking a character on so many ways I can interpret it. You won't believe how I was thinking of my bed while documenting this, and also running this on the Saturday lobby. Think of this all to be adding excitement to something that needs it, alongside adding a stripe, of course.
Graham: "That Candy's got a slow start.. no doubt she's scheming something."
Eduard: "Short and cute one.. is also a mad one.. I like!"
Lucia: "The List's second in command, in a car he's driven for almost his whole career.. this is going to be a tricky one, ja, for sure."
Murph: "Ayyayy, I'm in the lead!"
Graham: "A Vision GT? That's one hell of a looker. But can it drive?"
Fiona: "Optimum pace at turn 9. This is how we do it!"
Paul: "Brilliant! That's my Fiona!"
Candy: "If I was that pompous ass.. oh what the heck: you both are DEAD!"
Graham: "Yes, that was splendid stuff! Vision GT is out."
Candy: "My turn to use the choo-choo formation! Let's go!"
Miranda: "Bye bye, sweetie."
Lucia: "That Miranda.. just who is she??"
Williem: "Achtung.. they approach."
Candy: "I think your time up front is.. up."
Graham: "Williem Weiss.. a Ring Meister.. but here: he's shark bait."
Graham: "Wide, wide!"
Candy: "And Wild with an E is trumped with a T."
Eduard: "I can't stay behind her forever. Vamos!"
Lucia: "We're on good pace here.."
Miranda: "Humm... this one's a quick one, eh? Maybe I can pressure him."
Murph: "An AMG? Against a McLaren? I'm having a laugh! Darling, you're not in my league, ay."
Williem: "That thing is hammer fast!"
Candy: "We are on a roll, MINI. Let's see if we can steal the win here.."
Williem: "Hoo.. she is that fearful, that car lost all composure. She is no wolff.. she is the devil."
Candy: "Fiona.."
Fiona: "Now I'm ahead, lassie.. I'll hold you back the best I can!"
Candy: "Fiona.. this is a significant step up!"
Paul: "Ochh.. from the outside? That MINI is indeed a monster."
Fiona: "Monster or not, there's always a next time, Paul."
Paul: "Aye.. thinking with an open mind, are ya?"
Graham: "This is the time for a DIVE!!"
Williem: "Curses.."
Eduard: "Ai carumba, she is a spooky one.."
Candy: "So, this is the Ibiza Blazer.."
Lucia: "Nein nein NEIN! EDUARD!!"
Eduard: "Ughhh, I am dead, yes?"
Candy: "Yeesh.. I'm imagining I'm going to see Eduard on a stretcher when we're done here.."
Candy: "I guess Lulu's lost her focus.."
Murph: "This yellow AMG.. is a threat? Preposterous, ay!"
Miranda: "Oooh, he's slipping. Ehe ehe.. this is good."
Eduard: "Aii. That is a MINI with the big.. well.. you know.."
Candy: "The podium is NOT enough for my MINI's redemption arc!"
Paul: "I see that M4 up ahead. Now it's a good time you try outbraking her."
Fiona: "Sure she won't block me?"
Paul: "Umm.. she's a bit out of it.. looks like her rear's got a bump."
Lucia: "That Cayman!! Uhh.. I'm happy for you."
Fiona: "Oh hell yes!"
Miranda: "Is it.. getting hot in here, or.. or.."
Candy: "Miss Miranda.. driving like she never got sliced open by a hand forged katana."
Candy: "One more.. one more to victory!"
Miranda: "That Candy and her British German car.. looks like I'm throwing in my towel."
Murph: "Holy, we're almost there.."
Candy: "I don't want in The List, but.. let me teach you something else."
Murph: "C'mon McLaren, you got this."
Candy: "That SLR.."
Murph: "Alright, Murph wins the run, chaps. They don't call me Murph for nothing, ay?"
Candy: "I.. can't believe it.. but that was some run, was it, MINI?"
Paul: "That's P5, Fiona. That's one hell of a result for a first race."
Fiona: "Cheers."
Time marches on to the afternoon..
And by the side of the shaded pit lane, Candy, now gathered with this unusual pair from Los Angeles, carries on with a discussion on what happened last Christmas (I gave you my heart).
Candy: "So.. when I found her, on the pavement.."
Graham, knowing even more than the woman who saw personally how this encounter went, then explained..
Graham: "Candy. No need to worry yourself! She's an actress, mate. Afraid you got fooled real nicely. I mean.. her whole bleeding out a fountain schtick's so darned convincing, you should've been there when it was Lyle's first time."
Candy: "I can already guess.. but how did you do it?"
And from her undergarmet, Miranda grabbed a layer of packaging, then waving them to be..
Miranda: "Blood packs. Can come in real handy when you need to make a scene."
Candy: "And why'd you need to make a scene?"
Miranda: "Well.. I panicked. Mind's all fuzzy, sweetie.. Had to SOMETHING when faced with what looks to be a crazed killer in an alleyway.. I've played warrior princesses who knows what it means to dodge and catch swords and stuff, and I can't risk it.. so.. spray fake blood it is, and hopefully the stain didn't get washed so easy."
That overly long explanation however fell into unwise minds, as Graham then continued his questioning..
Graham: "You let her go? I mean.. it'd be quite the scenario to see the likes of you going head to head with what Candy calls a bona fide assassin in vampire clothes."
Miranda: "I disarmed her.. that was the best I could do.. for crying out loud: it was Christmas. I wasn't in the mood for heroics.."
She brought out that smile again, and while Candy remembered those eyes again..
Seeing that Christmas was ages ago, her memory's more fuzzy on recollecting it.
Instead, she decided to move on..
Candy: "I.. hope I didn't ruin the mood by bringing that up."
Miranda: "Aww.. don't worry about it, dearie. As you can see, I managed to get well enough to go do your thing and get a nice podium finish."
Candy: "Nirvana's girls only racing club paying off, if I had to guess."
Miranda: "Then you know enough, dearie."
The game theorist biker however had another thought to share..
Graham: "Either way.. you sure you don't want to join us for a late lunch? Lyle's chubby bod's the kind that knows where to go for food, and.. with Paul's family, it'd be quite a crowd with us."
With interest in seeing Paul's children again, Candy didn't hesitate.
Candy: "Send me the location. I'll be there."
Graham: "Right. And I guess we're off. Ta ta then."
Miranda: "Toodles.. ehe."
Having a failed sense of where she parked the VTEC MINI, Candy instead heads towards finding Lucia..
..who judging by the cars present in her last known, might already be gone.
Who remained however, is the Nurburg pair of The List, with Eduard of note being on a wheelchair.
Eduard: "To be honest, tio.. I deserve it for hitting her anyways.."
Williem: "Kamerade, I'm glad you're humble about it, but.. maybe it's better you gave her back the position.."
Eduard: "And potentially crash into a charging MINI de la muerte? Tio, I'm lucky she took my apology better than the last time."
It's a pretend act that Lucia's caused serious injuries that could get her arrested, but Candy came up to ask them, not feeling pitiful in any form..
Candy: "Hey, you heard?"
Williem: "About what? This mann being the victim of my schweister's rage?"
Eduard: "No, it can't be! It's me getting hooked up, I bet."
Obviously while that's his main story to tell, Candy didn't quite like him showing it off, remarking.
Candy: "Really.. I think you've made that quite clear.."
Eduard: "Not yet, mamacita. Not yet. But if you want clarity.. I umm.. thank you for having this opportunity to dance with me."
Candy: "I hope that meant being on track together."
Eduard: "Si, senorita. Was I being unclear?"
Candy: "No, no. AFter seeing firsthand what you did to Lulu, you're reckless like what I've heard alright. Although, I was wondering.."
She paused to think, then..
Candy: "Why's it this be the first I've have the pleasure of meeting yourself?"
Eduard: "You're never at the Ring is one, the other.. well, I travel. A lot even."
And as she was to get more detail, a man dressed in Aston Villa colors came by, with a trophy on hand.
Murph: "Oi oi, fellas. That was a good run, innit?"
Eduard: "It's Murphy!"
Williem: "Murph!"
Candy: "Barrington.. I heard tales about a blisteringly fast red SLR McLaren.. guess I can rule out that myth."
Hearing a compliment of his most iconic car behind the 12C, Murph then brags a bit..
Murph: "It's what makes the Murph.. Murph after all those years! But seeing how it went.. the race was all you, ay? Now, I see why the boss is keeping an eye on you, love. But these two lot aren't holding back too, right? Ever got a hint Ed here's part of The List?"
Candy: "Yes, it was mentioned. The dark one must've found some street racing talent from you.. it was Hawaii, was it? How are the roads there?"
Eduard: "I'd like to explain, but to paint that picture is a little tricky. And it's all legal there: what we do in The List is the exact opposite."
Not liking to talk about illicit List activity, Williem changed the subject, suggesting..
Williem: "Speaking of legal, you know Frau Candy here's a talent on the Group 3 league."
Eduard: "You're selling her short, Wil! She's a top ranking racer! That much I know, that much ANYONE should know."
Candy: "Know is lesser than be a part of, like Wil here. Ever had a chance to give it a go?"
Eduard: "...not yet. I've yet to experience that kind of performance. More grip and intensity than your average hypercar, right? I'm a road legal expert. But racing GT cars? No offer's come yet. Not yet.."
As he began to think of more to say, Will and Candy however concluded..
Williem: "I think that answers your question, junge frau."
Candy: "Pretty much."
However, a disturbance in a certain bodily force is felt, as Murph then segues..
Murph: "Anyways.. bloke like me after a nice big win, also needs a nice big feast. That stomach grumbling better be from you, love."
Candy: "Well, look at what the much bigger man with a stomach the size of my head is saying! If Lulu were here, she'd knock you silly!"
And speaking of Lulu..
Candy: "Now I think about it.. where's Lulu?"
Williem: "Lulu.. oh, Lucia, right! Umm.. after Eduard's great punishment, she's went to cool off with the Henderson bunch. What are they up to, eh?"
Candy: "They're having a late lunch party, and I'm invited. Maybe I can.."
Interfering, Murph steps in and provides an idea..
Murph: "I say we take that invite, ay. Foot me the bill, because I got me a good payday!"
Candy: "Oh, okay then. And you two? Does Ed want an encore with that Scottish supermodel?"
Eduard: "Si, I mean.. yes! I mean no.. I mean.. yes yes YES! UWAA how dare you assume! Because you're right, senorita! Shall we depart before I reduce into ashes of excitement?"
Now ditching the wheelchair, Eduard takes his phone out his pocket, and starts to type.
The little lady curiously asks..
Candy: "What's up?"
Eduard: "Messaging.. of course I ran into Fiona, and we shared contact details.."
Candy: "Telling her you're coming?"
Eduard: "Why of course, tia! Her first race, and a respectable finish too! Surprises isn't my thing for someone like her! Honesty is the meta this time!"
Candy: "Hahahaha.."
Eduard: "HahahaHAHAA!"
As they walk on to their cars, the Audi racer and the maniac ambulance driver had a moment to themselves to conclude..
Williem: "Eduard.. in love with another? I should inform Herr Ross of this new development."
Murph: "Ay, I feel it's going to toughen him up some."
And by the side of the shaded pit lane, Candy, now gathered with this unusual pair from Los Angeles, carries on with a discussion on what happened last Christmas (I gave you my heart).
Candy: "So.. when I found her, on the pavement.."
Graham, knowing even more than the woman who saw personally how this encounter went, then explained..
Graham: "Candy. No need to worry yourself! She's an actress, mate. Afraid you got fooled real nicely. I mean.. her whole bleeding out a fountain schtick's so darned convincing, you should've been there when it was Lyle's first time."
Candy: "I can already guess.. but how did you do it?"
And from her undergarmet, Miranda grabbed a layer of packaging, then waving them to be..
Miranda: "Blood packs. Can come in real handy when you need to make a scene."
Candy: "And why'd you need to make a scene?"
Miranda: "Well.. I panicked. Mind's all fuzzy, sweetie.. Had to SOMETHING when faced with what looks to be a crazed killer in an alleyway.. I've played warrior princesses who knows what it means to dodge and catch swords and stuff, and I can't risk it.. so.. spray fake blood it is, and hopefully the stain didn't get washed so easy."
That overly long explanation however fell into unwise minds, as Graham then continued his questioning..
Graham: "You let her go? I mean.. it'd be quite the scenario to see the likes of you going head to head with what Candy calls a bona fide assassin in vampire clothes."
Miranda: "I disarmed her.. that was the best I could do.. for crying out loud: it was Christmas. I wasn't in the mood for heroics.."
She brought out that smile again, and while Candy remembered those eyes again..
Seeing that Christmas was ages ago, her memory's more fuzzy on recollecting it.
Instead, she decided to move on..
Candy: "I.. hope I didn't ruin the mood by bringing that up."
Miranda: "Aww.. don't worry about it, dearie. As you can see, I managed to get well enough to go do your thing and get a nice podium finish."
Candy: "Nirvana's girls only racing club paying off, if I had to guess."
Miranda: "Then you know enough, dearie."
The game theorist biker however had another thought to share..
Graham: "Either way.. you sure you don't want to join us for a late lunch? Lyle's chubby bod's the kind that knows where to go for food, and.. with Paul's family, it'd be quite a crowd with us."
With interest in seeing Paul's children again, Candy didn't hesitate.
Candy: "Send me the location. I'll be there."
Graham: "Right. And I guess we're off. Ta ta then."
Miranda: "Toodles.. ehe."
Having a failed sense of where she parked the VTEC MINI, Candy instead heads towards finding Lucia..
..who judging by the cars present in her last known, might already be gone.
Who remained however, is the Nurburg pair of The List, with Eduard of note being on a wheelchair.
Eduard: "To be honest, tio.. I deserve it for hitting her anyways.."
Williem: "Kamerade, I'm glad you're humble about it, but.. maybe it's better you gave her back the position.."
Eduard: "And potentially crash into a charging MINI de la muerte? Tio, I'm lucky she took my apology better than the last time."
It's a pretend act that Lucia's caused serious injuries that could get her arrested, but Candy came up to ask them, not feeling pitiful in any form..
Candy: "Hey, you heard?"
Williem: "About what? This mann being the victim of my schweister's rage?"
Eduard: "No, it can't be! It's me getting hooked up, I bet."
Obviously while that's his main story to tell, Candy didn't quite like him showing it off, remarking.
Candy: "Really.. I think you've made that quite clear.."
Eduard: "Not yet, mamacita. Not yet. But if you want clarity.. I umm.. thank you for having this opportunity to dance with me."
Candy: "I hope that meant being on track together."
Eduard: "Si, senorita. Was I being unclear?"
Candy: "No, no. AFter seeing firsthand what you did to Lulu, you're reckless like what I've heard alright. Although, I was wondering.."
She paused to think, then..
Candy: "Why's it this be the first I've have the pleasure of meeting yourself?"
Eduard: "You're never at the Ring is one, the other.. well, I travel. A lot even."
And as she was to get more detail, a man dressed in Aston Villa colors came by, with a trophy on hand.
Murph: "Oi oi, fellas. That was a good run, innit?"
Eduard: "It's Murphy!"
Williem: "Murph!"
Candy: "Barrington.. I heard tales about a blisteringly fast red SLR McLaren.. guess I can rule out that myth."
Hearing a compliment of his most iconic car behind the 12C, Murph then brags a bit..
Murph: "It's what makes the Murph.. Murph after all those years! But seeing how it went.. the race was all you, ay? Now, I see why the boss is keeping an eye on you, love. But these two lot aren't holding back too, right? Ever got a hint Ed here's part of The List?"
Candy: "Yes, it was mentioned. The dark one must've found some street racing talent from you.. it was Hawaii, was it? How are the roads there?"
Eduard: "I'd like to explain, but to paint that picture is a little tricky. And it's all legal there: what we do in The List is the exact opposite."
Not liking to talk about illicit List activity, Williem changed the subject, suggesting..
Williem: "Speaking of legal, you know Frau Candy here's a talent on the Group 3 league."
Eduard: "You're selling her short, Wil! She's a top ranking racer! That much I know, that much ANYONE should know."
Candy: "Know is lesser than be a part of, like Wil here. Ever had a chance to give it a go?"
Eduard: "...not yet. I've yet to experience that kind of performance. More grip and intensity than your average hypercar, right? I'm a road legal expert. But racing GT cars? No offer's come yet. Not yet.."
As he began to think of more to say, Will and Candy however concluded..
Williem: "I think that answers your question, junge frau."
Candy: "Pretty much."
However, a disturbance in a certain bodily force is felt, as Murph then segues..
Murph: "Anyways.. bloke like me after a nice big win, also needs a nice big feast. That stomach grumbling better be from you, love."
Candy: "Well, look at what the much bigger man with a stomach the size of my head is saying! If Lulu were here, she'd knock you silly!"
And speaking of Lulu..
Candy: "Now I think about it.. where's Lulu?"
Williem: "Lulu.. oh, Lucia, right! Umm.. after Eduard's great punishment, she's went to cool off with the Henderson bunch. What are they up to, eh?"
Candy: "They're having a late lunch party, and I'm invited. Maybe I can.."
Interfering, Murph steps in and provides an idea..
Murph: "I say we take that invite, ay. Foot me the bill, because I got me a good payday!"
Candy: "Oh, okay then. And you two? Does Ed want an encore with that Scottish supermodel?"
Eduard: "Si, I mean.. yes! I mean no.. I mean.. yes yes YES! UWAA how dare you assume! Because you're right, senorita! Shall we depart before I reduce into ashes of excitement?"
Now ditching the wheelchair, Eduard takes his phone out his pocket, and starts to type.
The little lady curiously asks..
Candy: "What's up?"
Eduard: "Messaging.. of course I ran into Fiona, and we shared contact details.."
Candy: "Telling her you're coming?"
Eduard: "Why of course, tia! Her first race, and a respectable finish too! Surprises isn't my thing for someone like her! Honesty is the meta this time!"
Candy: "Hahahaha.."
Eduard: "HahahaHAHAA!"
As they walk on to their cars, the Audi racer and the maniac ambulance driver had a moment to themselves to conclude..
Williem: "Eduard.. in love with another? I should inform Herr Ross of this new development."
Murph: "Ay, I feel it's going to toughen him up some."
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With Fiona as the focus, the roster today consists of characters related quite well to Paul. There are a few missing, such as that racing lawyer Billy. But this is a good outlook. There's his understudy Lucia, rival Eduard, American friends Graham and Miranda who he's met in the GT Sport era. And of course his sister. But there's more. Initially it was 2 more.. I remember the early days 2 years ago where I have to do '2 mores' per week to get bases set.
Say hola to Williem's partner-in-crime slash rival Eduard Alvarez. Now, being the sole Spaniard, his inspirations come mainly from how Spanish people are represented mainly for me on media: bullfighting lovers who love to dance and sing. And I want to expand this further. Yes, he is a Gran Turismo 5 character with a STRONG influence to the original Atari published Test Drive Unlimited games, and if not for Porsche, I'd have trouble finding a car for him. His old Signature Car? Would you believe.. the Italdesign styled proof of concept known as a Volkswagen W12? Again, like Fiona: my hope is I can develop something for him to stand out with as time passes. And also like Fiona: his theme song is also a personal favorite. A lot of my Gran Turismo 5 roster are influenced from car racing video games.
That scene where these sideshow characters bonded.. completely unplanned. But I liked it so much, it's staying. There's also that bit where Fiona finds her Persona.. or more accurately activates her Devil Trigger with her new racing duel music. That's also completely unplanned, but once again: I liked it so much, it's staying. Yes, it's new; check her biography above, which should be similar to her last appearance on the Week with the Carrera GT, and underneath here.
Speaking of which.. will we see Fiona and her brown Cayman racing again? I definitely hope so!
There was no roster wheelspin winner this week. I'd say the most accurate answer to this to be Murph, but not this time. As of now, because this Irish nutcase is also on Week 91, he is on the 'appeared 2 weeks in a row so shouldn't get a third appearance unless one of his many cars appear' list, however.
Say hola to Williem's partner-in-crime slash rival Eduard Alvarez. Now, being the sole Spaniard, his inspirations come mainly from how Spanish people are represented mainly for me on media: bullfighting lovers who love to dance and sing. And I want to expand this further. Yes, he is a Gran Turismo 5 character with a STRONG influence to the original Atari published Test Drive Unlimited games, and if not for Porsche, I'd have trouble finding a car for him. His old Signature Car? Would you believe.. the Italdesign styled proof of concept known as a Volkswagen W12? Again, like Fiona: my hope is I can develop something for him to stand out with as time passes. And also like Fiona: his theme song is also a personal favorite. A lot of my Gran Turismo 5 roster are influenced from car racing video games.
That scene where these sideshow characters bonded.. completely unplanned. But I liked it so much, it's staying. There's also that bit where Fiona finds her Persona.. or more accurately activates her Devil Trigger with her new racing duel music. That's also completely unplanned, but once again: I liked it so much, it's staying. Yes, it's new; check her biography above, which should be similar to her last appearance on the Week with the Carrera GT, and underneath here.
Speaking of which.. will we see Fiona and her brown Cayman racing again? I definitely hope so!
There was no roster wheelspin winner this week. I'd say the most accurate answer to this to be Murph, but not this time. As of now, because this Irish nutcase is also on Week 91, he is on the 'appeared 2 weeks in a row so shouldn't get a third appearance unless one of his many cars appear' list, however.
As the main character, Candy Lam is bound to appear in every segment, be it either as the lead role, or as a small mention.
The infamous Sweet Toothed Lone Wolf of Asia, or known worldwide as Le Glace Pacer. While her social presence is significantly poor, her presence on the track hasn't been short of perfection, now under the pressures of being a monetary source of higher powers, as well as her role being the most prime form of woman racers.. But don't let her hear that.
Theme Song: Def Leppard - Bad Actress
Racing Duel Music: Def Leppard - Nine Lives
Gender: Female
Nationality: Hong Kongese
Age: 30
Current occupation: Professional racecar driver
Distinct features: Long, clean, straight ashen hair tied to a ponytail via traditional red braids. A stiff, stoic Asian beauty that starts to show sign of wrinkling, covered by heavy layers of makeup. Thin, rounded diamond face, with various beauty signs of it being worked on unnaturally, especially her unblemished small snub nose, heavily lipsticked mouth and thin brown Asian eyes. Short body with small proportions.
Choice of clothing: Typical modern glossy sleveless Hong Kong dress, but 90% she will have her favorite on, that's in blood red with a white bauhinia pattern on, with matching sandals. Most of her clothes and themes come in red or white.
Cars: Toyota GR Yaris 1st Edition RZ "High Performance", MINI Cooper S, Honda NSX Type R '02, Mazda Demio XD Touring, Nissan Skyline GTS-R (R31)
Even though she's a proud Hong Kongese, Candy is actually born in high society Tokyo, and more exposed to living in a usual Japanese lifestyle. An only child, it was easy to find herself spoiled rotten from a young age, getting what she wants and not caring how it got there, thanks to wealth she inherits strongly. Her father notably was an executive in Toyota's racing division.
A target in her younger ages, Candy's early life was full of trouble from others that are against her being a Hong Kong native in Japan. She never made any friends as a result, and this loner habit of hers remained even after changing schools, going so far to even give her a new alias. While her parents have a strong standing in the society she lived in, she remained in their shadow, because she couldn't find comfort out of it.
Upon reaching her adult days, Candy's first 'milestone' would come when an incident in a high class event caused her to run, leading to a manic police car chase spanning several weeks before she was arrested. The victim of these events would have deep ties with various Yakuza families. While her parents retreated to Hong Kong, Candy stayed in Japanese prison, learning that if nothing needs to come her way, she needs to learn something she initially dreaded to do: manipulate the human mind, a state of thought she was once a victim of.
After her sentence, she regained her freedom, and it didn't take long that was noticed by the city's largest street racing community. Still with her inherited wealth, she started off strong in the streets. Years then pass, in which she eventually proves herself as a top competitor for racing in many top endurance races worldwide.
While her fans are out there in many parts around for being a woman dominating a man's sport, she's not exactly a great social interactor, and is a nobody outside the racing community. With many questions still left unanswered, maybe there are more ulterior motives with the unsanctioned blue MINI project..
The infamous Sweet Toothed Lone Wolf of Asia, or known worldwide as Le Glace Pacer. While her social presence is significantly poor, her presence on the track hasn't been short of perfection, now under the pressures of being a monetary source of higher powers, as well as her role being the most prime form of woman racers.. But don't let her hear that.
Theme Song: Def Leppard - Bad Actress
Racing Duel Music: Def Leppard - Nine Lives
Gender: Female
Nationality: Hong Kongese
Age: 30
Current occupation: Professional racecar driver
Distinct features: Long, clean, straight ashen hair tied to a ponytail via traditional red braids. A stiff, stoic Asian beauty that starts to show sign of wrinkling, covered by heavy layers of makeup. Thin, rounded diamond face, with various beauty signs of it being worked on unnaturally, especially her unblemished small snub nose, heavily lipsticked mouth and thin brown Asian eyes. Short body with small proportions.
Choice of clothing: Typical modern glossy sleveless Hong Kong dress, but 90% she will have her favorite on, that's in blood red with a white bauhinia pattern on, with matching sandals. Most of her clothes and themes come in red or white.
Cars: Toyota GR Yaris 1st Edition RZ "High Performance", MINI Cooper S, Honda NSX Type R '02, Mazda Demio XD Touring, Nissan Skyline GTS-R (R31)
Even though she's a proud Hong Kongese, Candy is actually born in high society Tokyo, and more exposed to living in a usual Japanese lifestyle. An only child, it was easy to find herself spoiled rotten from a young age, getting what she wants and not caring how it got there, thanks to wealth she inherits strongly. Her father notably was an executive in Toyota's racing division.
A target in her younger ages, Candy's early life was full of trouble from others that are against her being a Hong Kong native in Japan. She never made any friends as a result, and this loner habit of hers remained even after changing schools, going so far to even give her a new alias. While her parents have a strong standing in the society she lived in, she remained in their shadow, because she couldn't find comfort out of it.
Upon reaching her adult days, Candy's first 'milestone' would come when an incident in a high class event caused her to run, leading to a manic police car chase spanning several weeks before she was arrested. The victim of these events would have deep ties with various Yakuza families. While her parents retreated to Hong Kong, Candy stayed in Japanese prison, learning that if nothing needs to come her way, she needs to learn something she initially dreaded to do: manipulate the human mind, a state of thought she was once a victim of.
After her sentence, she regained her freedom, and it didn't take long that was noticed by the city's largest street racing community. Still with her inherited wealth, she started off strong in the streets. Years then pass, in which she eventually proves herself as a top competitor for racing in many top endurance races worldwide.
While her fans are out there in many parts around for being a woman dominating a man's sport, she's not exactly a great social interactor, and is a nobody outside the racing community. With many questions still left unanswered, maybe there are more ulterior motives with the unsanctioned blue MINI project..
Once a troubled drunk whose success in touring cars was washed aside, Paul gained a new sense in life after dropping the bottle and working on his family. But a new inner Scottish bloodlust arises, and he's making troublesome dealings with it going uncontrolled as his spotlight shines being the current FIA figurehead.
Theme Song: U2 - Hawkmoon 269
Racing Duel Music: U2 - Where The Streets Have No Name, Alpine Stars - Jump Jet
Gender: Male
Nationality: Scottish
Age: 34
Current occupation: Race car driver
Distinct features: Scruffy medium brown hair parted at the center. Wide, slightly tall brown eyes. Thin hooked nose with semi-thick, but narrow mouth. Non distinct marks of red all over face due to alcohol addiction in the past. Thin brown soul patch on the chin and a very discrete goatee. Oval triangular face. Thin, but with developing muscle on body, with average height over bright skin.
Choice of clothing: Always with a plaid design flatcap, but his favorite's a gray one with green accents. Attire varies, but the general look with him consists of a long sleeved polo shirt, thin jeans, and leather shoes.
Cars: Aston Martin One-77, Volkswagen Golf I GTI
Born the son of his professional golfer father, and his housewife mother, Paul was born a free spirit, the second of the family's Wembley born children. Notably in their childhood, Paul would represent the manly, more physical side of the new generation, while his older sister would pick up the books and become the brains of the family. That principle still remains today, where Paul would use his sister's advice to conquer any obstacle, and his sister would use him for her own goals.
Paul initially wanted to become a golfer like his dad, but as he grew up, the appeal of the sport didn't stick with him as he would eventually transition to racing karts in his teenage days. While various reasons came to mind such as the meeting of certain racing figures, and his interest in engineering grew, the real reason was, just like any growing man would do: impress a lady. The girl he fell in love with was into said go karting scene, and it so happens her father was The Bristol Harbinger: a famed Le Mans endurance racer from the mid 70s. Still, being close to his own father would mean his golfing skills are just as fine as his racing.
Becoming a family man at the height of his career would bring out the worst in him, as this era of Paul would end up being an overly aggressive competitor in touring cars. Worse, he went into drinking, and it would corrupt what's left of his good side, developing fits of rage and even moments where he would have a weakened spirit. But even if things got worse, the bottom of it all never seemed to develop. His family stayed, he's never gotten in big trouble, and even if he got his racing license suspended, he could still find ways to support his family. He believes in some form he's lucky, and that was exemplified when he became the lucky owner of an Aston One-77.
After a series of events involving a conspiracy, assassins, a nuclear heart, and his long time rival's heel face turn, Paul would start rooting out what was wrong with him, dropping the bottle and becoming what he calls a newer, better him. Having the most successful of comeback tours, Paul would become the face of the UK's GT racing scene, and become the standard of Group 3 racers on the whole. While this is a tall task, Paul now has a new catchphrase to keep an open mind, and so far it's not failed him yet.
Theme Song: U2 - Hawkmoon 269
Racing Duel Music: U2 - Where The Streets Have No Name, Alpine Stars - Jump Jet
Gender: Male
Nationality: Scottish
Age: 34
Current occupation: Race car driver
Distinct features: Scruffy medium brown hair parted at the center. Wide, slightly tall brown eyes. Thin hooked nose with semi-thick, but narrow mouth. Non distinct marks of red all over face due to alcohol addiction in the past. Thin brown soul patch on the chin and a very discrete goatee. Oval triangular face. Thin, but with developing muscle on body, with average height over bright skin.
Choice of clothing: Always with a plaid design flatcap, but his favorite's a gray one with green accents. Attire varies, but the general look with him consists of a long sleeved polo shirt, thin jeans, and leather shoes.
Cars: Aston Martin One-77, Volkswagen Golf I GTI
Born the son of his professional golfer father, and his housewife mother, Paul was born a free spirit, the second of the family's Wembley born children. Notably in their childhood, Paul would represent the manly, more physical side of the new generation, while his older sister would pick up the books and become the brains of the family. That principle still remains today, where Paul would use his sister's advice to conquer any obstacle, and his sister would use him for her own goals.
Paul initially wanted to become a golfer like his dad, but as he grew up, the appeal of the sport didn't stick with him as he would eventually transition to racing karts in his teenage days. While various reasons came to mind such as the meeting of certain racing figures, and his interest in engineering grew, the real reason was, just like any growing man would do: impress a lady. The girl he fell in love with was into said go karting scene, and it so happens her father was The Bristol Harbinger: a famed Le Mans endurance racer from the mid 70s. Still, being close to his own father would mean his golfing skills are just as fine as his racing.
Becoming a family man at the height of his career would bring out the worst in him, as this era of Paul would end up being an overly aggressive competitor in touring cars. Worse, he went into drinking, and it would corrupt what's left of his good side, developing fits of rage and even moments where he would have a weakened spirit. But even if things got worse, the bottom of it all never seemed to develop. His family stayed, he's never gotten in big trouble, and even if he got his racing license suspended, he could still find ways to support his family. He believes in some form he's lucky, and that was exemplified when he became the lucky owner of an Aston One-77.
After a series of events involving a conspiracy, assassins, a nuclear heart, and his long time rival's heel face turn, Paul would start rooting out what was wrong with him, dropping the bottle and becoming what he calls a newer, better him. Having the most successful of comeback tours, Paul would become the face of the UK's GT racing scene, and become the standard of Group 3 racers on the whole. While this is a tall task, Paul now has a new catchphrase to keep an open mind, and so far it's not failed him yet.
Known by anyone who's anyone in the Nurburgring racing community, Lucia is known by many as a shining example of a prodigous talent of both the garage and the track. Know even more, and one can find wearing these ridiculously large shoes is a tomboyish short fuse, always ready to blow sky high.
Theme Song: Robbie Williams - Different
Racing Duel Music: Garbage - Control
Gender: Female
Nationality: German
Age: 23
Current occupation: Race car driver/team manager/racing mechanic
Distinct features: Blonde, straight shoulder length hair. Thin diamond face with small cheeks and sharp chin. Smooth shaped blue eyes with some thin make up under. Thin, average to tall body height with slender features.
Choice of clothing: Trendy and chic. Whatever she wears, it's always flexible, tight and revealing on her limbs. Common sightings include either a combo of t-shirt, puffy vest and shorts, or a mini dress, all with sandals. Reasoning is that she doesn't have to make drastic changes when needing to get in her mechanic or racer's getup.
Cars: BMW M4 Coupe, Nissan Fairlady Z (Z33), Toyota Corolla LEVIN 1600 Apex (AE86)
Eifel born Lucia was never into the car game as she started off living. With her only sibling: a carefree cool and sporty brother, she came into the family when races around the Nurburgring was already a family tradition. And her family's also carrying deep ties, with a race commentator father, mechanic mother, and her sole uncle living in the family, racing for Porsche. Her relatives were also mostly male, toughening her masculine side unintentionally.
Unlike her brother, Lucia never got into the sport at her teenage days. Being forced fed this ideology initially has her rebel, but eventually develop into her mean streak she still carries today. Having a terrible time growing up, she was bitter, and often quite shy, never showing her face for her family in the times the spotlight came. That all changed as soon when her brother, a fledgling Nurburgring Taxi driver, brought her to a few taxi runs and showed the joys of the car as it reaches the limits. This would be moment she started getting along with her family and their racing traditions, starting with said brother.
Heading to the UK to reinforce her new found interests, she's become involved in the developments of the legendary Group C driver known as The Bristol Harbinger. With his ties still strong in the racing world, Lucia's tutoring and lessons brought her to Toyota for a few years to be a part of their apprentices in racing teams. Diversity wasn't an issue, and she wasn't alone in the female foreigner department. She would then bond with an extremely timid and awkward beret wearing American tuning genius, and a Hong Kongese lady who would eventually become the famous GT racing woman known as Le Glace Pacer.
Before they parted, Lucia promised these two women, them and her now formed a friendship together as Toyota's Tenacious Ternion, that she's going to be as good as they are. Those words these days are harder to reinforce, with troubles keeping pace in the workshop and on the race track. But she's still very young in her career; she knew giving up would let this ternion down, as well as her family and friends who would honestly back her efforts.
Theme Song: Robbie Williams - Different
Racing Duel Music: Garbage - Control
Gender: Female
Nationality: German
Age: 23
Current occupation: Race car driver/team manager/racing mechanic
Distinct features: Blonde, straight shoulder length hair. Thin diamond face with small cheeks and sharp chin. Smooth shaped blue eyes with some thin make up under. Thin, average to tall body height with slender features.
Choice of clothing: Trendy and chic. Whatever she wears, it's always flexible, tight and revealing on her limbs. Common sightings include either a combo of t-shirt, puffy vest and shorts, or a mini dress, all with sandals. Reasoning is that she doesn't have to make drastic changes when needing to get in her mechanic or racer's getup.
Cars: BMW M4 Coupe, Nissan Fairlady Z (Z33), Toyota Corolla LEVIN 1600 Apex (AE86)
Eifel born Lucia was never into the car game as she started off living. With her only sibling: a carefree cool and sporty brother, she came into the family when races around the Nurburgring was already a family tradition. And her family's also carrying deep ties, with a race commentator father, mechanic mother, and her sole uncle living in the family, racing for Porsche. Her relatives were also mostly male, toughening her masculine side unintentionally.
Unlike her brother, Lucia never got into the sport at her teenage days. Being forced fed this ideology initially has her rebel, but eventually develop into her mean streak she still carries today. Having a terrible time growing up, she was bitter, and often quite shy, never showing her face for her family in the times the spotlight came. That all changed as soon when her brother, a fledgling Nurburgring Taxi driver, brought her to a few taxi runs and showed the joys of the car as it reaches the limits. This would be moment she started getting along with her family and their racing traditions, starting with said brother.
Heading to the UK to reinforce her new found interests, she's become involved in the developments of the legendary Group C driver known as The Bristol Harbinger. With his ties still strong in the racing world, Lucia's tutoring and lessons brought her to Toyota for a few years to be a part of their apprentices in racing teams. Diversity wasn't an issue, and she wasn't alone in the female foreigner department. She would then bond with an extremely timid and awkward beret wearing American tuning genius, and a Hong Kongese lady who would eventually become the famous GT racing woman known as Le Glace Pacer.
Before they parted, Lucia promised these two women, them and her now formed a friendship together as Toyota's Tenacious Ternion, that she's going to be as good as they are. Those words these days are harder to reinforce, with troubles keeping pace in the workshop and on the race track. But she's still very young in her career; she knew giving up would let this ternion down, as well as her family and friends who would honestly back her efforts.
One of the founding members of the infamous, vastly exclusive American street crew with an international cast known mainly as The List. This gruff in general, semi Irishman is never seen slow thanks to his all-around sense, reliance, and secret sixth sense on insa-not so insane stunts.
Theme Song: Ash - Arcadia, Dropkick Murphys - The Last Letter Home
Racing Duel Music: Dropkick Murphys - The Battle Rages On
Gender: Male
Nationality: Half British, half Irish
Age: 30
Current occupation: Car thief
Distinct features: Buzz shaved blonde hair. Chubby, rounded diamond face, surrounded by reddish tinted pale skin. Narrow droopy green eyes, freckles under the eyes, short pointed nose, and wide dried mouth. Notably carries a badass baritone. Average build and height.
Choice of clothing: Casual looks incline towards his love of British sports. Frequently with a sports shirt, slim slacks and sneakers. You're either going to see him in colors of Aston Villa FC, colors of the English white and red, or just red all over.
Cars: Many due to his ever growing collection, but he's often seen with either McLaren 12C, Toyota Ambulance Himedic or Radical SR3
A high value serviceman of petty American crime. UK born Murph was born in a smaller town: Milton-Keynes and grew up raised, then raising a church after his parents disowned him. The way he sees it, it's just another way to break free of the chains that bind him. The crazy driving of his started there, where he usually finds himself in a pinch upon doing some robbery work. In relation to the illegal duties he carries out, his overall goal is to ensure the clergy and the children they keep will never go hungry or sad. After years of this activity, Murph moved on while keeping his donations steady from the shadows. While he's never been caught entirely, getaway seems to be his forte, and that fact slowly cements itself over time.
However, his notable rise to fame would come in his penchant for using risk for massive rewards. He would find himself using lightweight sports cars in contact heavy street races, using every trick he learned in his mental book. This in turn would help him gain international infamy on the streets. With intent of clearing his heat, he lays low in America, meeting a giant and his superior in form of The Outlaw. This chance meet, also with being ahead of the pack in general racing got him a spot in The List as one of its founders, even though ulterior motives arose revealing he's to stop this uprising altogether. That suspect allegiance changed as soon as he knew the pain of a machete's deep cut to the gut, but this change of heart got him to become the official right hand man of the big boss.
Now, with his newly christened nickname as "Murph", he revels as everyone who's anyone in the worldwide street racing scene calls him insane, but he's not dumb, and so far nothing's going to stop him. Murph usually finds himself doing his racing and general thief work in the States, but he often makes his way back to the UK to catch up on the local news, check on his old stomping grounds, keep track of his car smuggling connections with his growing car collection in Surrey, or test his mettle in the growing street scenes that's been clamoring a chance at a truly insane racing machine.
Theme Song: Ash - Arcadia, Dropkick Murphys - The Last Letter Home
Racing Duel Music: Dropkick Murphys - The Battle Rages On
Gender: Male
Nationality: Half British, half Irish
Age: 30
Current occupation: Car thief
Distinct features: Buzz shaved blonde hair. Chubby, rounded diamond face, surrounded by reddish tinted pale skin. Narrow droopy green eyes, freckles under the eyes, short pointed nose, and wide dried mouth. Notably carries a badass baritone. Average build and height.
Choice of clothing: Casual looks incline towards his love of British sports. Frequently with a sports shirt, slim slacks and sneakers. You're either going to see him in colors of Aston Villa FC, colors of the English white and red, or just red all over.
Cars: Many due to his ever growing collection, but he's often seen with either McLaren 12C, Toyota Ambulance Himedic or Radical SR3
A high value serviceman of petty American crime. UK born Murph was born in a smaller town: Milton-Keynes and grew up raised, then raising a church after his parents disowned him. The way he sees it, it's just another way to break free of the chains that bind him. The crazy driving of his started there, where he usually finds himself in a pinch upon doing some robbery work. In relation to the illegal duties he carries out, his overall goal is to ensure the clergy and the children they keep will never go hungry or sad. After years of this activity, Murph moved on while keeping his donations steady from the shadows. While he's never been caught entirely, getaway seems to be his forte, and that fact slowly cements itself over time.
However, his notable rise to fame would come in his penchant for using risk for massive rewards. He would find himself using lightweight sports cars in contact heavy street races, using every trick he learned in his mental book. This in turn would help him gain international infamy on the streets. With intent of clearing his heat, he lays low in America, meeting a giant and his superior in form of The Outlaw. This chance meet, also with being ahead of the pack in general racing got him a spot in The List as one of its founders, even though ulterior motives arose revealing he's to stop this uprising altogether. That suspect allegiance changed as soon as he knew the pain of a machete's deep cut to the gut, but this change of heart got him to become the official right hand man of the big boss.
Now, with his newly christened nickname as "Murph", he revels as everyone who's anyone in the worldwide street racing scene calls him insane, but he's not dumb, and so far nothing's going to stop him. Murph usually finds himself doing his racing and general thief work in the States, but he often makes his way back to the UK to catch up on the local news, check on his old stomping grounds, keep track of his car smuggling connections with his growing car collection in Surrey, or test his mettle in the growing street scenes that's been clamoring a chance at a truly insane racing machine.
Bound by yellow, this Canadian sweet talking, sexy sensual stunt actress may be a sweet little rose, but behind all that posterior, many find out that roses have thorns. In Miranda's case, they might as well be dual layers of barbed wire.
Theme Song: Nazareth - May The Sunshine
Racing Duel Music: The Cult - Spiritwalker
Gender: Female
Nationality: Canadian
Age: 29
Current occupation: Stunt actress
Distinct features: Thick yellow (not blonde) medium curly hair. Heart shaped face. Long and narrow, heavily lashed brown eyes. Thin nose and narrow lips. Yellowish hinted makeup with peach lipstick. Average height, petite muscular build, with above average proportions.
Choice of clothing: Rise and shine, it's all yellow here. Usually in her home turf, she's found with a form fitting sun dress, stockings and yellow pumps, along with gold bangles and jewelleries. Changes to shorter skirted dresses on higher heat, or thick fur coats with boots on colder. Importantly there's some yellow on it.
Cars: Mercedes-AMG C 63 S
The only child of a rural family hailing from a small lakeside community within Alberta, Canada. Miranda's early days usually has her time spent around the meadows, prairies and lakes of her hometown. She's unconditionally loved her parents: her fisherman father, and also her artist mother. Naturally, she's picked up small hints of their talent: namely physical prowess and the artist's keenness, all behind a face that's constantly calm, gentle and smiling.
However, the simple happy life finds a bump when the father's diagnosed and passes away from leukemia. His final words etched onto the small family's mind: find and keep chasing the light. Unsure, Miranda leaves the small village and ventures on to the city to find a chance at life for her teenage self. She's reached various lows, and times would come where an aggressive self has to emerge so she can stand out. There were many chances, but the light she eventually settled in was in the school of theatre arts.
Eventually transitioning into being stars for low budget shows and films, Miranda breaks it big over time and finds herself in the humble beginnings of top tier Hollywood, part of the small but well grounded Aurea Signum Studios. The hard worked efforts of the small family pays off as they're able to live comfortably within this lofty side of America.
Nowadays, she makes up a trio that's inclusive of her ex-boyfriend: a fellow stunt actor guised as a chubby ravishing Dutchman and her steward: a hard thinking British biker slash psychologist. An obvious team mom, sweet soul sister and always keeping face, Miranda usually finds herself short of cash due to her spending habits, and finds herself doing odd jobs, usually either as a fledgling street racer, or being involved in whatever her ex-boyfriend comes up with in his car smuggling business.
Theme Song: Nazareth - May The Sunshine
Racing Duel Music: The Cult - Spiritwalker
Gender: Female
Nationality: Canadian
Age: 29
Current occupation: Stunt actress
Distinct features: Thick yellow (not blonde) medium curly hair. Heart shaped face. Long and narrow, heavily lashed brown eyes. Thin nose and narrow lips. Yellowish hinted makeup with peach lipstick. Average height, petite muscular build, with above average proportions.
Choice of clothing: Rise and shine, it's all yellow here. Usually in her home turf, she's found with a form fitting sun dress, stockings and yellow pumps, along with gold bangles and jewelleries. Changes to shorter skirted dresses on higher heat, or thick fur coats with boots on colder. Importantly there's some yellow on it.
Cars: Mercedes-AMG C 63 S
The only child of a rural family hailing from a small lakeside community within Alberta, Canada. Miranda's early days usually has her time spent around the meadows, prairies and lakes of her hometown. She's unconditionally loved her parents: her fisherman father, and also her artist mother. Naturally, she's picked up small hints of their talent: namely physical prowess and the artist's keenness, all behind a face that's constantly calm, gentle and smiling.
However, the simple happy life finds a bump when the father's diagnosed and passes away from leukemia. His final words etched onto the small family's mind: find and keep chasing the light. Unsure, Miranda leaves the small village and ventures on to the city to find a chance at life for her teenage self. She's reached various lows, and times would come where an aggressive self has to emerge so she can stand out. There were many chances, but the light she eventually settled in was in the school of theatre arts.
Eventually transitioning into being stars for low budget shows and films, Miranda breaks it big over time and finds herself in the humble beginnings of top tier Hollywood, part of the small but well grounded Aurea Signum Studios. The hard worked efforts of the small family pays off as they're able to live comfortably within this lofty side of America.
Nowadays, she makes up a trio that's inclusive of her ex-boyfriend: a fellow stunt actor guised as a chubby ravishing Dutchman and her steward: a hard thinking British biker slash psychologist. An obvious team mom, sweet soul sister and always keeping face, Miranda usually finds herself short of cash due to her spending habits, and finds herself doing odd jobs, usually either as a fledgling street racer, or being involved in whatever her ex-boyfriend comes up with in his car smuggling business.
An anomalous UK born American roadie turned fledgling racer supreme. While nothing stands out from the outside, Graham is a healthy gambler, fueled by his keeness of psychology in game theory: a studious and frequent user of this art, which always gives him an edge on his day to day troubles.
Theme Song: Motörhead - I Got Mine
Racing Duel Music: The Cult - Wild Flower
Gender: Male
Nationality: Half British, half American
Age: 29
Current occupation: Up and coming racer
Distinct features: Copper middle parted fringe. Square face, with round green eyes, thick nose and average sized mouth. Covered with mutton chops and a moustache. Pale skin covering an average heighted man with average weight.
Choice of clothing: Usually with a baggy t-shirt with a sleeveless biker denim jacket, dark jeans, fingerless gloves and brown heavy duty boots.
Cars: Volkswagen Golf GTI Mk7, Porsche 911 Carrera RS (993)
Born out in the deserts of Nevada USA, Graham was actually the result of a rich American with a British mistress. However, with them having no willingness to take care of him, they sent him to the nearest orphanage. He never quite learned of this fact until he was an adult, but he let that part of his past go; his life as an orphan hazed all over this, as it's in no way bad, just challenging.
Usually out and about in the deserts, Graham's main exposure to the outside world was due to 3 determining factors: bikes, his closest brother Jonathan, and his competitive nature to win. This latter fact has Graham eventually learn the inner depths of game psychology: a skill he utilizes when it's needed. His teenage life was all about riding their old Harley Davidson revived from a dump, then heading to every town, noting every chess competition and making a quick buck in getting good results. Graham was no grandmaster, but at that age: it's hard to find anyone who can beat him. Not to mention he's been pocketing money over time for the inevitable departure.
Adulthood however took a turn for the worst, as a tragic accident killed off his brother in an incident that clashed with a former racer and his girlfriend. Graham couldn't take the grief, and wandered on towards the West, into California. What he strived to live for was reduced to ashes. Unsure what to do, he made a gamble that worked out: include himself in the day to day activities of a small movie studio.
Initially working for free, his overall patience would pay off as the studio's biggest stars took their eyes on him, and decided he needs another shot at life. Noting these stars as stunt actors with a penchant of doing their stunts without any ropes or assistance, Graham would work under one of them as her steward, growing eventually to be her good friend.
Finding out of the ravishing Dutchman's illicit activities, Graham took part anonymously, finding out his talent for driving is something he yearns to exploit. Taking up offers for Suzuki's newest branch of FIA racing, Graham knows this next gamble would pay off.
Theme Song: Motörhead - I Got Mine
Racing Duel Music: The Cult - Wild Flower
Gender: Male
Nationality: Half British, half American
Age: 29
Current occupation: Up and coming racer
Distinct features: Copper middle parted fringe. Square face, with round green eyes, thick nose and average sized mouth. Covered with mutton chops and a moustache. Pale skin covering an average heighted man with average weight.
Choice of clothing: Usually with a baggy t-shirt with a sleeveless biker denim jacket, dark jeans, fingerless gloves and brown heavy duty boots.
Cars: Volkswagen Golf GTI Mk7, Porsche 911 Carrera RS (993)
Born out in the deserts of Nevada USA, Graham was actually the result of a rich American with a British mistress. However, with them having no willingness to take care of him, they sent him to the nearest orphanage. He never quite learned of this fact until he was an adult, but he let that part of his past go; his life as an orphan hazed all over this, as it's in no way bad, just challenging.
Usually out and about in the deserts, Graham's main exposure to the outside world was due to 3 determining factors: bikes, his closest brother Jonathan, and his competitive nature to win. This latter fact has Graham eventually learn the inner depths of game psychology: a skill he utilizes when it's needed. His teenage life was all about riding their old Harley Davidson revived from a dump, then heading to every town, noting every chess competition and making a quick buck in getting good results. Graham was no grandmaster, but at that age: it's hard to find anyone who can beat him. Not to mention he's been pocketing money over time for the inevitable departure.
Adulthood however took a turn for the worst, as a tragic accident killed off his brother in an incident that clashed with a former racer and his girlfriend. Graham couldn't take the grief, and wandered on towards the West, into California. What he strived to live for was reduced to ashes. Unsure what to do, he made a gamble that worked out: include himself in the day to day activities of a small movie studio.
Initially working for free, his overall patience would pay off as the studio's biggest stars took their eyes on him, and decided he needs another shot at life. Noting these stars as stunt actors with a penchant of doing their stunts without any ropes or assistance, Graham would work under one of them as her steward, growing eventually to be her good friend.
Finding out of the ravishing Dutchman's illicit activities, Graham took part anonymously, finding out his talent for driving is something he yearns to exploit. Taking up offers for Suzuki's newest branch of FIA racing, Graham knows this next gamble would pay off.
A fan favorite cool cat with a renowned row of accolades for racing street legal machinery. Now expanding his horizons as a member of infamous racing club The List, Williem hopes to bring his long running expertise of the most infamous toll road out to the more savage wilderness that is street racing.
Theme Song: R.E.M. - Talk About The Passion
Racing Duel Music: R.E.M. - Orange Crush
Gender: Male
Nationality: German
Age: 34
Current occupation: Street car racer
Distinct features: Mid-long, curled light accented blonde hair. Thick diamond shaped face with slender cheeks and a rough chin, giving a handsome flair. Narrow eyes, thin down pointed nose, and narrow mouth. Teeth show signs it's being worked on externally, and face is artificially clear of any blemishes. Average to tall height, with semi thin body frame.
Choice of clothing: Always wearing a casual motorsports getup, consisting of a turtleneck shirt under a sporty jacket, matching sports pants and shoes. 90% of the time it will be branded with Audi or the Nurburgring.
Cars: Audi R8 Coupe V10 Plus, Audi R8 4.2, Audi TTS (Type 8J)
Williem came into the world as one of the two children of a well known Nurburgring specialist family hailed from Eifel. Having exposed into the racing at an early age, Williem has his daily life mixed with both racing and education. While a struggle, this allowed Williem to take things calm, cool and methodically; a mantra he lives by to this day.
A fan of 80's rock, Williem takes greatly into their cool nature and also dabbled into music, adapting in and out from playing the bass, synth keyboard, to taking the wheel of a race worthy Porsche in the early 2000s. Giving his life into succeeding the family name in this sport, he too wants his other sibling: a rage inducing little prodigy into this field. But as he learned to consider the feelings of others, Williem would take her around with his side hustle as a Nurburgring taxi driver, realizing that this is his true calling, not racing.
Eventually befriending a hot headed Spanish superstar upon adulthood, Williem would make use of his talents to be a prime car tester around various locales, especially the Nurburgring. Once hosting their yearly street racing tournament, Williem aligned slowly, as he should, into the competitive side of driving. A fan favorite fixture of the Supercar Festival events, he's made a few well known rivals in his day he's yet to best, which are a lightweight specializing French aristocrat, and an overegotistical man known as the Asian-American Badass.
Now in a relationship with a Russian known as the Queen, Williem was then persuaded to join her sister's good friend: a dark cowboy, into the leagues of street racing, with high hopes as a sleeper newcomer to the cream of the crop of US based street crews.
Theme Song: R.E.M. - Talk About The Passion
Racing Duel Music: R.E.M. - Orange Crush
Gender: Male
Nationality: German
Age: 34
Current occupation: Street car racer
Distinct features: Mid-long, curled light accented blonde hair. Thick diamond shaped face with slender cheeks and a rough chin, giving a handsome flair. Narrow eyes, thin down pointed nose, and narrow mouth. Teeth show signs it's being worked on externally, and face is artificially clear of any blemishes. Average to tall height, with semi thin body frame.
Choice of clothing: Always wearing a casual motorsports getup, consisting of a turtleneck shirt under a sporty jacket, matching sports pants and shoes. 90% of the time it will be branded with Audi or the Nurburgring.
Cars: Audi R8 Coupe V10 Plus, Audi R8 4.2, Audi TTS (Type 8J)
Williem came into the world as one of the two children of a well known Nurburgring specialist family hailed from Eifel. Having exposed into the racing at an early age, Williem has his daily life mixed with both racing and education. While a struggle, this allowed Williem to take things calm, cool and methodically; a mantra he lives by to this day.
A fan of 80's rock, Williem takes greatly into their cool nature and also dabbled into music, adapting in and out from playing the bass, synth keyboard, to taking the wheel of a race worthy Porsche in the early 2000s. Giving his life into succeeding the family name in this sport, he too wants his other sibling: a rage inducing little prodigy into this field. But as he learned to consider the feelings of others, Williem would take her around with his side hustle as a Nurburgring taxi driver, realizing that this is his true calling, not racing.
Eventually befriending a hot headed Spanish superstar upon adulthood, Williem would make use of his talents to be a prime car tester around various locales, especially the Nurburgring. Once hosting their yearly street racing tournament, Williem aligned slowly, as he should, into the competitive side of driving. A fan favorite fixture of the Supercar Festival events, he's made a few well known rivals in his day he's yet to best, which are a lightweight specializing French aristocrat, and an overegotistical man known as the Asian-American Badass.
Now in a relationship with a Russian known as the Queen, Williem was then persuaded to join her sister's good friend: a dark cowboy, into the leagues of street racing, with high hopes as a sleeper newcomer to the cream of the crop of US based street crews.
To the outside world, she is one of the strictest fashion models to grace the planet, credited to her hard knocks beginning to current. But behind that snooty, perhaps cruel face is a warm heart willing to progress further to the greater good.. of her own small group of friends and family.
Theme Song: Cher - One By One
Racing Duel Music: Muse - The Small Print
Gender: Female
Nationality: Scottish
Age: 36
Current occupation: Runway model
Distinct features: Long wavy orange hair, parted at the side. Wide, narrow brown eyes. Thin hooked nose. Regular sized close pointed lips. Always under heavy layers of makeup under her eyes, cheeks and mouth. Various beauty marks by the ends of her cheeks. Oval shaped diamond face. Tall body, with well developed features. Has a tattoo of a dragon on her left arm.
Choice of clothing: There is no way anyone in the public's seen her without her gigantic thistle blue hair clip, a shiny designer dress and tall pumps. In less formal situations, she takes from her little brother and can be found wearing designer tank top and jeans combo with sporty shoes.
Cars: Porsche Cayman GT4
While Paul may be a Londoner from birth, Fiona started off life a couple years earlier when the family still resided in Aberdeen. However, unlike Paul who was a great force physically, Fiona was an instant case of the perfect but a notably snooty and arrogant little girl. Homeschooled by a select bunch by her parents, the result of this came in her teens, identifying herself an overachiever in anything she's done. Though, behind that is a secret: not many know the fact of Fiona's early days drowned into the rebellious child that would steal, take drugs, and possibly worse. However, while the clashing of various other multiracial groups grew an inner racist that still remained in her to this day, she remained bright, athletic and talented; surprising traits for her renown as a high school bully.
Upon hearing Paul's youth being hardened due to this lifestyle, a higher education bound Fiona would drop this all just before she would leave school, predicting her reputation will hurt him. Initially afraid this would oust her to her own parents, she would lie her way into the nearby prestigious institutes to keep Paul at bay until he's met The Bristol Harbinger. Worried one such threat can come to ruin her stride, she would swear, before leaving for Aberdeen, that she would protect her brother from these forces. And while that fear never came to today, it resulted in her unwavering support for her brother and by proxy: his family and closely related.
Using her gifts and gab, she finds herself eventually aiming for a doctorate in psychology. It sounded all too good, until Fiona however found her fate to be on the world of fashion, as she was noticed due to her similarities to other models then. She then entered this chance, and behind another visage, she acted with grace and took advantage of her beauty. Praise followed, now with her hoping to use this as a memory that helps forget her more savage delinquent past. While the news was shocking, her decision was better for everyone, now able to sustain and also make her own living. Outside the runway, she has appeared as competitors for dancing competitions, particularly for more traditional dances. What drove this desire however isn't clear yet.
After a series of events involving a conspiracy, assassins, a nuclear heart, and her brother's long time rival's heel face turn, Fiona would come in the face of the Assassin's Guild after barely surviving a vicious attack by the Hel Walker. While not part of them, she makes use of their services, while straying away from the killing, proof she's at least morally sound, and not unpredictable.
Theme Song: Cher - One By One
Racing Duel Music: Muse - The Small Print
Gender: Female
Nationality: Scottish
Age: 36
Current occupation: Runway model
Distinct features: Long wavy orange hair, parted at the side. Wide, narrow brown eyes. Thin hooked nose. Regular sized close pointed lips. Always under heavy layers of makeup under her eyes, cheeks and mouth. Various beauty marks by the ends of her cheeks. Oval shaped diamond face. Tall body, with well developed features. Has a tattoo of a dragon on her left arm.
Choice of clothing: There is no way anyone in the public's seen her without her gigantic thistle blue hair clip, a shiny designer dress and tall pumps. In less formal situations, she takes from her little brother and can be found wearing designer tank top and jeans combo with sporty shoes.
Cars: Porsche Cayman GT4
While Paul may be a Londoner from birth, Fiona started off life a couple years earlier when the family still resided in Aberdeen. However, unlike Paul who was a great force physically, Fiona was an instant case of the perfect but a notably snooty and arrogant little girl. Homeschooled by a select bunch by her parents, the result of this came in her teens, identifying herself an overachiever in anything she's done. Though, behind that is a secret: not many know the fact of Fiona's early days drowned into the rebellious child that would steal, take drugs, and possibly worse. However, while the clashing of various other multiracial groups grew an inner racist that still remained in her to this day, she remained bright, athletic and talented; surprising traits for her renown as a high school bully.
Upon hearing Paul's youth being hardened due to this lifestyle, a higher education bound Fiona would drop this all just before she would leave school, predicting her reputation will hurt him. Initially afraid this would oust her to her own parents, she would lie her way into the nearby prestigious institutes to keep Paul at bay until he's met The Bristol Harbinger. Worried one such threat can come to ruin her stride, she would swear, before leaving for Aberdeen, that she would protect her brother from these forces. And while that fear never came to today, it resulted in her unwavering support for her brother and by proxy: his family and closely related.
Using her gifts and gab, she finds herself eventually aiming for a doctorate in psychology. It sounded all too good, until Fiona however found her fate to be on the world of fashion, as she was noticed due to her similarities to other models then. She then entered this chance, and behind another visage, she acted with grace and took advantage of her beauty. Praise followed, now with her hoping to use this as a memory that helps forget her more savage delinquent past. While the news was shocking, her decision was better for everyone, now able to sustain and also make her own living. Outside the runway, she has appeared as competitors for dancing competitions, particularly for more traditional dances. What drove this desire however isn't clear yet.
After a series of events involving a conspiracy, assassins, a nuclear heart, and her brother's long time rival's heel face turn, Fiona would come in the face of the Assassin's Guild after barely surviving a vicious attack by the Hel Walker. While not part of them, she makes use of their services, while straying away from the killing, proof she's at least morally sound, and not unpredictable.
With his current state as Williem's second, the Ibiza Blazer Eduard takes on his usual fiery personality and attention seeking tendencies that usually lead to him going far and beyond past this initial impression of him, especially in recent days as he eagerly represents The List.
Theme Song: INXS - Disappear
Racing Duel Music: Firewind - World on Fire
Gender: Male
Nationality: Spanish
Age: 35
Current occupation: Social media racing personality
Distinct features: Slicked back black hair held by gel. Tall, smooth diamond face with thin droopy brown eyes covered with red contacts, rough upturned nose and small, well preserved flared lips. Carries a roughened blemished face with a growing stubble and nose covered goatee combo. Amber hued, slightly sunburned skin on a tall, thin and moderately muscular body.
Choice of clothing: Being a follower of trendy fashion, Eduard always wears what's trending these days in Iberia. These days, it's a designer buttoned up shirt, unbuttoned with a V-neck underneath in, alongside slim fit cargo pants and fancy slippers/mountain climbing shoes.
Cars: Porsche 911 GT3 RS (991.1), Volkswagen 1200
Raised within a coastal port town in Ibiza, Eduard knew that from the day he was born, he and his 2 brothers will have to make their living in either the light they're cast in, or elsewhere. With a strong inspiration to be a professional soccer player like millions of other Spaniards out and about, he sets out to prove himself at nearly all times. Learning that those among the best are well known, this mindset from his youth eventually developed to a love for taking attention when he can.
Life however gave nothing back to the young man, as his education ended with a potential scholarship turned to ruin as soon as another love of his life has entered by his teen years: racing cars. While his wealthy family would support him as he was board schooled out on Catalonia, Eduard's wealth came at no expense wasted to those other what's needed to train himself instead to be the next Alonso or Ronaldo, one or the other. While this allowed him to take normalcy of great attention, the multitasking was too much, adressing his reckless self that often finds him pushing too hard.
Thinking he can juggle both this and playing soccer to a level one can say is nearly national team worthy, Eduard's mind turned one day when unintentionally helping who he thought was his friend that wanted to sabotage his chances to become the football star he always wanted to be. A series of acts follow that led to this person presumably murdered in a field set ablaze by Eduard himself: a defined reckless act he hoped everyone forgot, despite being in the news across the whole nation, and even earning that Ibiza Blazer name from that incident alone.
Fortunately, the crime was disproven after a long wait, and he eventually was found innocent of this setup. However, having escaped to Germany, he then felt going back was the wrong choice, and found himself at square one, with an old Beetle and his driving talent, a flame in his soul that burns thanks to the end of his footballing passion. Entering league after league of road racing over the years, he shone brightly, and eventually end up racing all over the world in various elite road racing leagues, including being a racing hero hailed by his hown town in Ibiza. As he aged, he looked to settle down back where he started his journey truly: in Nurburg. Eventually bonding with the Weiss family, this however started a new flame: one that would have him hopefully become a top dog of racing in the Nurburgring.
Theme Song: INXS - Disappear
Racing Duel Music: Firewind - World on Fire
Gender: Male
Nationality: Spanish
Age: 35
Current occupation: Social media racing personality
Distinct features: Slicked back black hair held by gel. Tall, smooth diamond face with thin droopy brown eyes covered with red contacts, rough upturned nose and small, well preserved flared lips. Carries a roughened blemished face with a growing stubble and nose covered goatee combo. Amber hued, slightly sunburned skin on a tall, thin and moderately muscular body.
Choice of clothing: Being a follower of trendy fashion, Eduard always wears what's trending these days in Iberia. These days, it's a designer buttoned up shirt, unbuttoned with a V-neck underneath in, alongside slim fit cargo pants and fancy slippers/mountain climbing shoes.
Cars: Porsche 911 GT3 RS (991.1), Volkswagen 1200
Raised within a coastal port town in Ibiza, Eduard knew that from the day he was born, he and his 2 brothers will have to make their living in either the light they're cast in, or elsewhere. With a strong inspiration to be a professional soccer player like millions of other Spaniards out and about, he sets out to prove himself at nearly all times. Learning that those among the best are well known, this mindset from his youth eventually developed to a love for taking attention when he can.
Life however gave nothing back to the young man, as his education ended with a potential scholarship turned to ruin as soon as another love of his life has entered by his teen years: racing cars. While his wealthy family would support him as he was board schooled out on Catalonia, Eduard's wealth came at no expense wasted to those other what's needed to train himself instead to be the next Alonso or Ronaldo, one or the other. While this allowed him to take normalcy of great attention, the multitasking was too much, adressing his reckless self that often finds him pushing too hard.
Thinking he can juggle both this and playing soccer to a level one can say is nearly national team worthy, Eduard's mind turned one day when unintentionally helping who he thought was his friend that wanted to sabotage his chances to become the football star he always wanted to be. A series of acts follow that led to this person presumably murdered in a field set ablaze by Eduard himself: a defined reckless act he hoped everyone forgot, despite being in the news across the whole nation, and even earning that Ibiza Blazer name from that incident alone.
Fortunately, the crime was disproven after a long wait, and he eventually was found innocent of this setup. However, having escaped to Germany, he then felt going back was the wrong choice, and found himself at square one, with an old Beetle and his driving talent, a flame in his soul that burns thanks to the end of his footballing passion. Entering league after league of road racing over the years, he shone brightly, and eventually end up racing all over the world in various elite road racing leagues, including being a racing hero hailed by his hown town in Ibiza. As he aged, he looked to settle down back where he started his journey truly: in Nurburg. Eventually bonding with the Weiss family, this however started a new flame: one that would have him hopefully become a top dog of racing in the Nurburgring.
Quick dump on cars I didn't give a score yet
BMW M3 (E36)
Song: Blondie - Rapture
— The second of the acclaimed M3 from BMW has everyone attracted to being a sedan shaped sports machine that isn't afraid to go wild. Just like the E46, the car seems to have a focus on fun with its rear having a liking to let loose through the transmission and rear traction, all at the choice of the driver. Plus: this M3's got quite a knack for doubly smoking the competition with its great top end, ruthless handling that rewards the brave, and braking that makes me go 'wow'. A looker, a high octane racer, a light-hearted machine, and of course like all classic M3s: a keeper.
Sleeper.
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My biggest gripe with the 911 GT3s, especially the recent 991 and 992 GT3s, is that they suck out all the fun of spirited driving in exchange for precision and pure
speed. They're incredible machines, but also incredibly soulless - even in VR2.
So when I saw that we were gonna test another Porsche GT# car, I was expecting more of the same.
I will say, it did meet my expectations in that aspect. The 981 GT4 is a very compliant, agile and well-rounded car. It is clinically fast without ever feeling like it's going to kill you or make your day significantly worse.
However, it's not as clinical or scientific in its approach like the 991/992 are. There is a little bit of a playful side that's present right at the edge of grip where the car will slip out if you're driving too hard, as if to say "Oopsie, you're driving too rough - calm down or I'll punish you!". If you try to push it further than that, then the car WILL upset and send you into a wall. It's ample warning for anyone able to thread the needle between grip and slip, but it's also a bit more forgiving than it would realistically need to be - inexperienced drivers would get a lot of mileage out of this car once they get used to it.
My only gripe with the 981 is the seating position in VR. It feels like I'm a grandma hunched over the wheel.
That said, it's got "GT4" on the end of it and has a counterpart in Gr.4. I think the car more than speaks for itself.
Neutral.
On the SPC: My nitpick with this SPC is who the question is being presented to. Many of us are long-time veterans of the series, or just long-time players of GT7, and as such we already know a lot about the game and the cars in question. We also all likely have at least half a million credits to spare to pick up a copy of both cars... Meaning we are able to give educated, hands-on answers for the new players. Potentially, we'd even be able to answer the question without even touching the cars just from our knowledge bases, which feels a little unfair to both cars given that part of the GT experience is experimenting and learning about the cars as you gain access to them.
Since I know what I'd pick - I had an idea: why not ask my team, the Shadow Racers, their thoughts? After all, it's comprised of three veteran drivers (our strategist, team ace and I) and a new-to-franchise rookie.
Disclaimer: all convos edited for clarity and brevity and all team members anonymized. I have written permission to include these exchanges.
So I asked the team strategist. (anonymized as T.S.)
Me: If you had 140,000 credits and had to choose between the 2016 Cayman GT4 road car or the 2009 911 GT3, which one would it be and why?
T.S.: I'm not sure I've driven [the 997 GT3].
Me: Gotcha. But if you had to choose anyways...
T.S.: If I had to choose without even test driving, I guess I'd still go with the 997 anyway, just b/c [the car is] RR.
Then the team's ace driver (A.D.):
Me: If you had 140,000 credits and had to choose between the 2016 Cayman GT4 road car or the 2009 911 GT3, which one would it be and why?
A.D.: They each have their strengths and weaknesses; in terms [of] overall performance, I’d still take a GT4 because the midship is easier to handle.
But in reality, I’d want a GT3 for its engine and character.
Me: Thank you. Incidentally, [T.S.] went for the 997 because it's RR.¹
A.D.: Not surprised; his style suits it better. I can drive both, but the shorter wheelbase of the Cayman makes it easier to place the car where I want on the track.
A.D.: It’s like an NSX, basically.
¹There was a lot more said in this part of the exchange, but I oversimplified it to this to maintain brevity.
I also specifically wanted to include our rookie, because they're the type of player the question is highly relevant to: someone who is barely a few menus into their first GT, and doesn't know too much about cars - though granted, they've had the benefit of following the team's conversations about our various races and events.
I gave them an explanation of how the conversation would go and gave them a couple of ways to approach it: go entirely off what the game presents to them, or have them ask me questions and I answer them truthfully.
They opted to go off the game-provided data only. Here's how that went - our rookie is anonymized as "R" for brevity.
Me: So if you had to choose between the 2016 Cayman GT4 [screenshot of BC page provided], or the 2009 911 GT3 [screenshot of BC page provided], which would you go with and why?
R: Okay, so looking at the specs I would go for the Cayman since it seems easier to handle overall. These cars have roughly the same specs but what I'm looking for is not power per se, it's the stability I'm interested in & the Cayman definitely seems to offer more of that than the 911.
Me: That's actually a pretty astute observation.
R: I just said what I thought made sense.
R: Oh, to finish up a thought I had re: power, having more power doesn't necessarily improve the car.
That said, if you were to present this choice to a kid who's playing their first Gran Turismo, or someone with next to no knowledge of cars, they would probably lean into the power advantage of the 997 GT3.
As for me: I'm picking the Cayman because it is much easier to point and shoot with it, even if the track in this week's SPC works against it.
Replays:
981 - #cotw #spc #981
997 - #cotw #spc #997
speed. They're incredible machines, but also incredibly soulless - even in VR2.
So when I saw that we were gonna test another Porsche GT# car, I was expecting more of the same.
I will say, it did meet my expectations in that aspect. The 981 GT4 is a very compliant, agile and well-rounded car. It is clinically fast without ever feeling like it's going to kill you or make your day significantly worse.
However, it's not as clinical or scientific in its approach like the 991/992 are. There is a little bit of a playful side that's present right at the edge of grip where the car will slip out if you're driving too hard, as if to say "Oopsie, you're driving too rough - calm down or I'll punish you!". If you try to push it further than that, then the car WILL upset and send you into a wall. It's ample warning for anyone able to thread the needle between grip and slip, but it's also a bit more forgiving than it would realistically need to be - inexperienced drivers would get a lot of mileage out of this car once they get used to it.
My only gripe with the 981 is the seating position in VR. It feels like I'm a grandma hunched over the wheel.
That said, it's got "GT4" on the end of it and has a counterpart in Gr.4. I think the car more than speaks for itself.
Neutral.
On the SPC: My nitpick with this SPC is who the question is being presented to. Many of us are long-time veterans of the series, or just long-time players of GT7, and as such we already know a lot about the game and the cars in question. We also all likely have at least half a million credits to spare to pick up a copy of both cars... Meaning we are able to give educated, hands-on answers for the new players. Potentially, we'd even be able to answer the question without even touching the cars just from our knowledge bases, which feels a little unfair to both cars given that part of the GT experience is experimenting and learning about the cars as you gain access to them.
Since I know what I'd pick - I had an idea: why not ask my team, the Shadow Racers, their thoughts? After all, it's comprised of three veteran drivers (our strategist, team ace and I) and a new-to-franchise rookie.
Disclaimer: all convos edited for clarity and brevity and all team members anonymized. I have written permission to include these exchanges.
So I asked the team strategist. (anonymized as T.S.)
Me: If you had 140,000 credits and had to choose between the 2016 Cayman GT4 road car or the 2009 911 GT3, which one would it be and why?
T.S.: I'm not sure I've driven [the 997 GT3].
Me: Gotcha. But if you had to choose anyways...
T.S.: If I had to choose without even test driving, I guess I'd still go with the 997 anyway, just b/c [the car is] RR.
Then the team's ace driver (A.D.):
Me: If you had 140,000 credits and had to choose between the 2016 Cayman GT4 road car or the 2009 911 GT3, which one would it be and why?
A.D.: They each have their strengths and weaknesses; in terms [of] overall performance, I’d still take a GT4 because the midship is easier to handle.
But in reality, I’d want a GT3 for its engine and character.
Me: Thank you. Incidentally, [T.S.] went for the 997 because it's RR.¹
A.D.: Not surprised; his style suits it better. I can drive both, but the shorter wheelbase of the Cayman makes it easier to place the car where I want on the track.
A.D.: It’s like an NSX, basically.
¹There was a lot more said in this part of the exchange, but I oversimplified it to this to maintain brevity.
I also specifically wanted to include our rookie, because they're the type of player the question is highly relevant to: someone who is barely a few menus into their first GT, and doesn't know too much about cars - though granted, they've had the benefit of following the team's conversations about our various races and events.
I gave them an explanation of how the conversation would go and gave them a couple of ways to approach it: go entirely off what the game presents to them, or have them ask me questions and I answer them truthfully.
They opted to go off the game-provided data only. Here's how that went - our rookie is anonymized as "R" for brevity.
Me: So if you had to choose between the 2016 Cayman GT4 [screenshot of BC page provided], or the 2009 911 GT3 [screenshot of BC page provided], which would you go with and why?
R: Okay, so looking at the specs I would go for the Cayman since it seems easier to handle overall. These cars have roughly the same specs but what I'm looking for is not power per se, it's the stability I'm interested in & the Cayman definitely seems to offer more of that than the 911.
Me: That's actually a pretty astute observation.
R: I just said what I thought made sense.
R: Oh, to finish up a thought I had re: power, having more power doesn't necessarily improve the car.
That said, if you were to present this choice to a kid who's playing their first Gran Turismo, or someone with next to no knowledge of cars, they would probably lean into the power advantage of the 997 GT3.
As for me: I'm picking the Cayman because it is much easier to point and shoot with it, even if the track in this week's SPC works against it.
Replays:
981 - #cotw #spc #981
997 - #cotw #spc #997
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Last week's Single–Player Challenge poses the question of, "If you had 140,000 Credits to buy a Porsche sports car, would you go for a new 981 GT4 or a used 997 GT3?", though it seems to have taken a life of its own into a two–part time trial. I don't mind it, though! As long as folks are having fun! I'm blown away by the participation!
The 981 GT4 narrowly beats out the 997 GT3, at 4 votes to 3! Looks like the "baby Porsche" can indeed step on the toes of the bigger brother 911 after all (provided they're one generation older)!
Big congrats to K31th for smoking our resident Stig, Vic, in both cars, and by no small margin in the 981!
This week, Vic is having his birthday! And as such, he's been gifted a free pick, which he's choosing to use immediately.
And, given the messy state of the EV market in the UK...
...and given how impressed he was by it during the last race of last week's Tuesday's lobby, he's gone and picked to feature the Hyundai Ioniq 5 N '24!
The Ioniq 5 N is seemingly Hyundai's attempt to answer the question of, "how many roles can a car fulfill?" Being a spacious SUV, it's of course got room for cargo and kids, but Hyundai's N division also looks to make the high–riding 2.2 tonne brick appeal to enthusiasts as well; it makes ICE engine noises and even has a mode that simulates gear shifts, it has scaled the heights of Pikes Peak setting a new record along the way, and they even tried to get "Drift King" Tsuchiya Keiichi to drift the damn thing. But does that mean that we at COTW will find it fun to drive?
The first is the simple affair: bone stock Ioniq 5 N around Tsukuba Circuit. Fastest time wins!
The second is the Tuned Heavyweight TT. Same deal, Time Trial at Tsukuba, albeit with tuned cars under the following restrictions:
Max. Power: 641HP (650PS, 478kW)
Min. Mass: 2,000kg (4,409lbs)
Max. PP: 600PP
Tyres: Sports Hard or below
For those looking to partake in the second TT, I recommend getting it done before the update drops on Thursday, given how often PD inflates PP ratings across updates!
Of course, we always welcome opinions, tunes, liveries, photos, videos, or stories about the car here on the the thread!
| 997 GT3 | 981 GT4 | Choice |
lilcat89 | 2:19.976 | 2:22.288 | 997 GT3 |
jrbabbitt | 2:26.270 | 2:28.064 | 981 GT4 |
Jayzedyy | 2:18.374 | 2:19.536 | ??? |
Vic Reign93 | 2:16.794 | 2:18.487 | ??? |
K31thc0m | 2:16.512 | 2:16.713 | ??? |
KiwiHater556 | 2:18.908 | 2:20.763 | 997 GT3 |
Obelisk | 2:20.731 | 2:22.854 | 981 GT4 |
Shadow Racers T.S. | N/A | N/A | 997 GT3 |
Shadow Racers A.D. | N/A | N/A | 981 GT4 |
Shadow Racers R. | N/A | N/A | 981 GT4 |
The 981 GT4 narrowly beats out the 997 GT3, at 4 votes to 3! Looks like the "baby Porsche" can indeed step on the toes of the bigger brother 911 after all (provided they're one generation older)!
Big congrats to K31th for smoking our resident Stig, Vic, in both cars, and by no small margin in the 981!
This week, Vic is having his birthday! And as such, he's been gifted a free pick, which he's choosing to use immediately.
And, given the messy state of the EV market in the UK...
...and given how impressed he was by it during the last race of last week's Tuesday's lobby, he's gone and picked to feature the Hyundai Ioniq 5 N '24!
Ioniq 5 Singapore First 100 by rckpnts
#hyundai #singapore
#hyundai #singapore
The Ioniq 5 N is seemingly Hyundai's attempt to answer the question of, "how many roles can a car fulfill?" Being a spacious SUV, it's of course got room for cargo and kids, but Hyundai's N division also looks to make the high–riding 2.2 tonne brick appeal to enthusiasts as well; it makes ICE engine noises and even has a mode that simulates gear shifts, it has scaled the heights of Pikes Peak setting a new record along the way, and they even tried to get "Drift King" Tsuchiya Keiichi to drift the damn thing. But does that mean that we at COTW will find it fun to drive?
Join Our Weekly Lobbies!
Our weekly lobbies are ongoing as usual, and anyone (not a dick) is welcome to join us in racing Ioniqs under BoP conditions!
Click on the hyperlinks to convert the times to your time zone, and feel free to add the hosts as friends on PSN to make searching for the lobbies easier!
Tracks: Randomly selected by lobby participants (~5 mins practice, ~10 mins sprint)
PP Limit: 579PP
Car: No Limit
Tyres: Sports Hard
Click on the hyperlinks to convert the times to your time zone, and feel free to add the hosts as friends on PSN to make searching for the lobbies easier!
The Americas Lobby
- Tuesday. 25th February, 10 P.M. CST
- Host: Victory_Reign93
The Asia/Oceania also kinda European Lobby
- Saturday, 1st March, 4 P.M. Singapore Time
- Host: XSquareStickIt
Tracks: Randomly selected by lobby participants (~5 mins practice, ~10 mins sprint)
PP Limit: 579PP
Car: No Limit
Tyres: Sports Hard
~Single–Player Challenge!~
So, the Ioniq 5 N has two motors, and, accordingly, we have two Time Trial challenges for it (please use both of its motors in both TTs).The first is the simple affair: bone stock Ioniq 5 N around Tsukuba Circuit. Fastest time wins!
The second is the Tuned Heavyweight TT. Same deal, Time Trial at Tsukuba, albeit with tuned cars under the following restrictions:
Max. Power: 641HP (650PS, 478kW)
Min. Mass: 2,000kg (4,409lbs)
Max. PP: 600PP
Tyres: Sports Hard or below
For those looking to partake in the second TT, I recommend getting it done before the update drops on Thursday, given how often PD inflates PP ratings across updates!
Of course, we always welcome opinions, tunes, liveries, photos, videos, or stories about the car here on the the thread!
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