Drifting around the world, Chapter 6 in progress

[uMadson?]

Drifting Around the World
A rich girl's adventure in the realm of racing​

Before anything else, I have to tell you that some of the characters in here aren't made up by my own self, some are from this friend of mine that makes good drawings: http://rayadayag.deviantart.com/. The characters I'm talking about are HIS intellectual property, not mine. And I've also been thinking of what one of his girls would do in the world of racing. So this fanfic is a product of continuous daydreaming and procrastinating.

So that you'll be able to locate a chapter quickly, here's a table of contents for you to use:

Chapter 1 - The Scandinavian Supercar meeting
Chapter 2 - Test drive, Ferrari 599
Chapter 3 - Test drive, Dodge Viper SRT10 ACR
Chapter 4 - Scandinavian Supercar meeting: Let's dig deeper
Chapter 5 - Test drive, Ferrari 458 Italia

I'm planning to do the Character Bios too, but now may not be the time.

 

[uMadson?]

Chapter 1 - The Scandinavian supercar meeting

Meet Shye Zendios, a daughter of a billionaire. She's one girl everyone wants: hot, rich, mature, and a bit insane. She lives somewhere in the U.S.A, and it's pretty obvious that she's in a large mansion. She has a collection of over 40 cars. She's also a secret agent, but for now she's on leave.

Shye has a vacation in Monte Carlo, Monaco, the so-called "city of the rich people". "I just came here to enjoy life as a billionaire," that's what she'll say about her continuous trips to various cities which are comprised of mostly extremely rich and succesful people.

The sun shines brightly during the noon. Shye is cruising in the city streets with her sister, Daze, in a Jaguar XFR. Suddenly, Shye's stomach grumbled. "We should have stayed home Shye, because you haven't eaten something for hours," Daze told her sister. "Well, there's a restaurant a couple of blocks away, you wanna have our lunch there?" Shye asked. "Sure, but don't complain if your stomach keeps making noises." Daze replied.

Shye told her sister, "Daze, you go, look for a table, and order our food. I'll look for a spot to park this car."
"You sure you can be fine with such an empty tummy?"
"It would take time for them to cook the food, so just go and look for a table now. And oh, by the way, order for me some Lasagna."
"Okay then..."

Daze went out of the car and entered the restaurant. Then a waiter welcomed her and asked, "Are you the only one who'll eat here?"

"Nope, my sister will come in a moment."
"So, is it okay if you'll sit on that spot near the window?"
"Not a problem, sir."

So Daze went to the table and the waiter gave her the menu.

Daze skimmed through the menu, until she spotted something she might like: New York style Rib Eye steak. So she told the waiter, "Sir, is the New York style Rib Eye steak available at the moment?"
"Yes, why?"
"I'll eat that. With some mashed potato."
"How about your sister?"
"She'll just go with Lasagna."

The waiter took note of the orders and went to get the food cooked. Meanwhile...

It's been a while, but Shye still can't find a place to park her car. Her stomach grumbled again. "Damn, I've been running in circles and yet I can't find a spot to park this car!" She got upset, but then she noticed a space between two sportscars. "I'll just park it there."

A few minutes later...

Shye entered the restaurant, and as usual another waiter gave a warm greeting to her. Daze leaned a bit so that Shye will notice where she's seated at. "I'm here Shye," Daze said softly.

"Oh hi Daze." Shye greeted before taking a seat.
"What took you so long?"
"Nothing, it's just that parking spaces are a bit hard to find in a busy time of the day."
"So, I've been wondering..."
"What is it?"
"Are you interested in joining an event?"
"What's that event?"
"The Scandinavian supercar meeting."
"Huh, what's that?"
"It's where lots of rich people meet and race each other. You get to race in race tracks such as the Nurburgring, so it's completely legal."
"Sounds interesting. I have lots of cars though, so I can't decide which one I would drive."
"Come on Shye, it's a few weeks away, you still have lots of time to test drive your cars. You can also use some of mine if you want."
"Cool. Looking forward to that."

The waiter comes in and serves the food. "Smells good", Shye said, then the two started eating.

After taking their lunch...

"Why did you park our car so far away?!" Daze asked her sister, also tired of walking.
"I told you it's quite hard to find a parking spot." Shye replied.
"Oh, here it is!"
"Get in."

The two sisters went in the car. Shye started the engine, and the XFR roared to life. She revs up again to hear it rumble. "Hey, wanna go shopping?" Shye asked her sister. "Sure, why not?" Then the two went to each shop buying bags, sandals, clothes, among others. They were on a spending spree.

Later that day...

"Sis, I'm tired. Let's go home." Daze said to Shye.
"Yeah, I'm exhausted too."

So the two went home. A few minutes later...

"Can't wait for tomorrow, I get to drive some of my cars like Michael Schumacher would do." Shye told herself, excited for the next day.
"Yeah, well, you'd better be sure that everything is prepared sis, better safe than sorry."
"Okay Daze. I'm gonna take a rest first. My legs can't stand all the walking and standing."
"Well I'll read a book while listening to my iPod. Let's chill a bit, because it has been a day."

 

[Ryou]

Pretty good so far, keep it up. As you work on it more, you'll get better, so I'll continue to read.

 

[uMadson?]

Pretty good so far, keep it up. As you work on it more, you'll get better, so I'll continue to read.

Thanks. My vocabulary kinda got more dust, and this is my first time writing a fanfic, so thanks for the encouragement.

 

[Ryou]

Thanks. My vocabulary kinda got more dust, and this is my first time writing a fanfic, so thanks for the encouragement.

It was mine too in January, if you want to see how much I progressed, check mine out .

 

[uMadson?]

Chapter 2 - Test drive, Ferrari 599

The next morning...

"SHYE, WAKE UP NOW!!! IT'S ALREADY PAST 9:00 AM!!!" Daze tried and tried to wake Shye up, but Shye is still fast asleep.

"🤬 it, I'll do it the other way." So Daze kept on shaking Shye's body back and forth, and eventually Shye woke up.

"Daze, wtf are you trying to do? I'm still trying to sleep."

"It's past 9:00 am already, you think it's still time to sleep?" Shye took a moment to look at the wall clock.

"Dammit. I'd better prepare myself now. While I take a shower, can you prepare our breakfast?"

"Okay, sis, since I already prepared myself too."

Minutes later, in teh dining room....

"Ooooh, a sandwich. OM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM NOM" Shye took large bites and made her mouth so full, she can't even talk.

"Shye, can you eat a bit more slowly?" Complained Daze, annoyed by the sight of someone not eating properly.

*swallows food* "Sorry sis. I'm in a rush."

"Jeez, there's still more time left, and it's disgusting to see your full mouth."

"I guess so, but I wanna be early." Shye lowered her pace, but she still tried to eat as fast as she can.

After eating sandviches, the two girls cleaned the table and the dishes.

"I wonder, which car should I test first?"

"Dunno, it's you who'll drive."

"Maybe the Ferrari F40, been wondering how classics compare against the cars now. Or the Amemiya RX-7, it's a good match against exotics. Nah, I wanna look rich, I'm going with a Lamborghini. Or how about the MP4-12C (blah blah blah, Shye keeps on talking...)"

"SHUT UP SHYE. LET'S CLEAN THESE STUFF FIRST. WE'LL GET TO THAT LATER."

"Or how about the Ferrari SP1? It's as sexy as Natsa's hips, I really love her hips and the SP1 got the same sexy lines. No, wait, the 458 is probably the better one..."

"I SAID SHUT UP. And by the way, why do you like a 16 year old who still watches some childish TV show?"

"Oh, you mean Natsy? She looks adorable, even in her small black dress."

Moments later...

"We're done Shye, you wanna go now?"

"Of course. I've been waiting for this moment for so long!"

"Okay then, let's go to the garage."

Daze and Shye went to the garage, filled with lots of superexotics. She got lots of sportscars in her garage - you'd definitely see a Lambo here, a Ferrari there, and Mercs everywhere. But then...

"Which car should I take?" Shye asked.

"You be the one to decide..." Daze responded.

"I'm going with the SLS. Never mind, how about the SLR? Nah, I'll go with the Gallardo. Hey, the Corvette would be good. Or why not-"

Daze slapped her sister right into the face.

"Ouch, what's that for?"

"Just shut up and decide quickly." Says the irritated Daze.

"The 599 will do."

Immediately, Daze dragged Shye all the way through the garage. "Hey, why are you dragging me? Can't we just walk or something? It wou- agh, my arm!"

"Get in the car."

"Fine, I'll just drive this first." Shye unlocked the doors and the two went in the car.

"So, what would be our route?" Shye asked her sister.

"Maybe the route of the Monte Carlo Grand Prix?"

"Good idea. Let's go." Shye launched the 599 and they're off.

Later on...

"Is this the main straight?" asked Shye, still oblivious of the route.

"I guess so."

"Okay, let's floor it."

"Are you crazy enough to - OH SHIIIIIIII-" Daze freaked out.

"Whoops, there goes the tail."

"SHYE, ARE YOU 🤬 NUTS?! WE ALMOST CRASHED THERE!" Shye can't hear Daze screaming because she's quite focused on the road, and she also loves the engine noise.

"Not much drama, except the tail keeps wagging."

"This ain't a joyride, Shye, slow down!"

"SHYE WE'RE GONNA CRASH!!!!!!!!!!"

"Don't be ridiculous. It was just a bit of understeer."

*gasping heavily* "Finally you managed to slow down."

"Why shouldn't I when there's a sharp corner?" Shye slammed the gas again.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!1" Daze shrieked.

"That's it, I'm dead."

"Dammit, not understeer!"

"So far, so good..."

"Oh NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!"

"🤬, that was close."

"Close enough for us to die!"

"Pretty smooth through the tunnel..."

"I think I'm gonna puke..."

"Very clean through the chicane..."

"I can't take any more of this Shye, just stop."

"Relax, it would only take a few minutes."

"A few minutes? That's already too much."

"Keiichi Tsuchiya, who's your daddy now?"

"Shye, I've had enough of this insanity. Please, for God's sake, just stop."

But suddenly...

"Uh oh..."

"OH 🤬 NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!"

"🤬, I lost it."

"Oh Shye, I don't feel well now..."

Then the car stalled. Shye tried to fire up the engine again, but it won't start up.

"Come on, come on, just get started up..."

"Shye, you know what-"

"Later, let me get this car to fire up first."

After lots of attempts, she managed to get it running again.

"I'm not gonna drive this car for the supercar meeting." Shye concluded.

"Uhh, why sis?"

"This pig understeers unpredictably and then loves to whip it's ass right after. Quite a disappointment, really, I got high hopes for this car. It's so beautiful on the outside, its roar sounds so good, and yet it just spun around here."

"Shye, I feel kinda ill, can we go home?"

"I'm also thinking to go back home too. Let's go."

 

[DK]

I find it kinda hard to relate to Shye, seeing as she's an heiress to a billionaire. But still, I like the humourous moments. 👍

 

[uMadson?]

I find it kinda hard to relate to Shye, seeing as she's an heiress to a billionaire. But still, I like the humourous moments. 👍

And even worse, she's so random, you couldn't stand her doing nonsense stuff. Anyway, glad to hear you like it.

 

[uMadson?]

I yawned, opened my mouth even wider than a cat would, then slammed on my keyboard while making this.

Chapter 3 - Test drive, Dodge Viper ACR

Later that day...

"C'mon sis, I'm ready. Let's have another test drive now." Shye told her sister.

"I'm afraid not, the pills haven't took effect yet."

"Oh really? You sounded like you're already fine."

"Don't make me-" Daze felt a sudden urge to vomit, so she rushed to the toilet.

"I guess not. I'll just go by my own self, bye sis..."

"*vomits* Okay, bye sis, be careful not to crash..."

Shye headed off to the garage, welcomed again by the sight of a BMW here, an Audi there, and Lambos everywhere. Pretty much the same if you played TDU (or TDU2). Yet again, Shye can't decide which car to drive, so she randomly grabbed the keys (by "randomly", I mean, she tried to get one without peeking) and took a glance of what she took from the lot. It was the keys to the Dodge Viper SRT10 ACR. She went to the car, unlocked its doors, went in, and fired up the engine. The mighty V10 roared to life. Shye kept revving the engine as if she's hooning (we love muscle car rumbles, don't we.) Then she puts the car in 1st gear and off she goes.

"I knew these new shoes would come handy." Shye told to herself. Well, didn't she go shopping in the beginning?

A few minutes later, she reaches the same spot where she drove the 599. The main straight of the Monaco GP if you guys forgot.

"Let's do this." Shye whispered aggressively, putting the car into the right gear, and slamming the gas. As usual, the Viper whips its ass around, but anyway, Shye's crazy enough to shred her tires.

"There goes the rear again."

"This is 98.1 Home Radio, and I've got a request for a song called "Never Give You Up" by Rick Astley-"

"Don't rick-roll me now, idiot." Shye tuned in to the next radio station.

"You're on 101.3 Rockbottom Radio, and give it up for Motley Crue!! (click the link to know which song)

"YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHH BABY!!!!!!!!!!" Shye is now in a muscle car nirvana. Rock n' roll, an insane chick, a trail of smoke that would cause emphysema, a hardcore pony car (more like an expensive one), all of them equals madness.

After a loooooong drift, Shye released the accelerator, turned the opposite way, and pounded the pedal yet again.

"Very clean there, no unnecessary oversteer or understeer...."

"Bah, muscle cars still aren't that responsive these days."

"Pretty neat 'round the tunnel..."

"OH 🤬 NOT THIS NUMB STEERING AGAIN!!!"

But suddenly...

Shye's vision blurred for a moment because of the collision. The car might not run anymore because of the damage received from a near-100km/h impact.

":censored:ing DAMMIT"

Shye turned off the engine and took her iPhone. She looked for her sister's number in the contacts and called her.

"Hello?"

"Daze, it's Shye. I crashed my Viper."

"Say what?!"

"It just plowed into a corner, and then it kissed the wall."

"I need to take a nap for the pills to take effect. I can't help you there, sorry."

"Fine. Bye sis."

"Try calling some-" Shye stopped the call and just sat there in her car, clutching her face with her hands in hopelessness (somewhat like a facepalm). "Man, this is gonna be really expensive." Shye mumbled.

A few minutes later, a man was knocking the window. Shye opened it up, then the man asked, "Hello, my darling, can I help you?"

"Not you again?!" Shye exclaimed in disbelief.

 

[DK]

She should've picked a GT-R. [/GT-R fanboyism]

 

[uMadson?]

She should've picked a GT-R. [/GT-R fanboyism]

Of course she does, and it's even the SpecV version. Just blame the random key-picking.

 

[Skython]

Nice story. The characters remind me of a comedy TV program for some reason, which is good. Keep it up 👍

 

[uMadson?]

Nice story. The characters remind me of a comedy TV program for some reason, which is good. Keep it up 👍

Haha, thanks mate. If you love comedy, you're really gonna love Shye. She's an insane ditz to say the least.

 

[Skython]

I noticed, mad as a meat axe hahaa

 

[Zach]

Omg. I'm going to close my thread and i'm going to have a fanfic about a 🤬 rich girl.

 

[Ryou]

Nice chapter, the :censored:ty dodge Viper added flavor

 

[uMadson?]

Thanks for the comments guys.

On another note, chapter 1.4 is in progress. I'm currently uploading the images to Photobucket.

UPDATE: Chapter 1.4 is halfway (or 3/4ths) done. So far, it took me almost 2 hours

 

[uMadson?]

A scene in this chapter may have been inspired by this picture by that friend I was talking about in the OP (WARNING: Click at your own risk, you may spoil your reading experience if you want to wait for teh Character bios to see how Shye looks like): http://rayadayag.deviantart.com/#/d3ejgur

I also decided to compress the dialogues. Leaving one line between messages kinda gives unnecessary length to the chapters.

Chapter 4 - Scandinavian Supercar Meeting: Let's dig deeper (Inception reference olol)

It's been a sunny European afternoon and Shye couldn't believe that she have met the man that was her escort way ago. His name is Stephen Wahlberg.
"Yes, it's me, Stephen. Do you need any assistance, my dear Shye?"
"Ugh, oh well. I want this car to be repaired, but there's nobody else to bring this car to the nearest repair shop..."
"I'll be the one to send the car to the shop if you want."
"... and I want to go home too."
"I'll stay here to wait for a tow truck, here you can drive my Ferrari California."
"Say what?!" Shye couldn't believe it - yet again.
"Yes, my dear. Remember why your father introduced me to you and your sister?"
"Okay. So, where's your car?"
"It's around the corner." Stephen handed over his keys to Shye and pointed at the Ferrari.

oops, forgot to resize, sorry

"Wait a second. How about the keys to your Viper? It's also needed for me to deliver the car to the shop."
"Okay, fine..." Shye reluctantly gave him the keys to the Viper.
"Oh wait, I gotta go now. Bye." Shye went away and got in the Ferrari. Stephen then got his phone and dialled the number of a friend that's running a repair shop.

"Hey, my girl got in a crash and needs her car to be fixed. Would it be okay if you come over here to tow this car to your shop and get the car fixed?"
"Sure man. What car is it?"
"A Dodge Viper ACR. Not much damage though. You guys should be able to fix this in an instant."
"Man, that's one hell of a waste. I'm coming."

Later that day, Shye reached her house, parked the car near the garage, and went in the house.

"At least he's able to help... " Shye thought to herself. She then walked to the door and rang teh doorbell.

*generic doorbell ring*
"Who is it?"
"It's your sister, Shye."
" 'kay sis, I'm coming..." Apparently, Daze was playing Need for Speed: Shift 2 Unleashed. She paused her game and went to the door to open it for Shye.
"Oh Shye, I'm glad you're fine."
"Meh, that crash was just at... like 100km/h or less."
"Anyway, why don't you come inside, sis."
"Why not?"

The two went inside and sat on a couch in the living room. Daze resumed gameplay. Shye asked her sister more about the "Scandinavian Supercar meeting".

"Hey sis, seem to be fine now."
"Yeah, I think I got enough rest already."
"So, what's this "Scandinavian Supercar Meeting" all abou-"
"GOD DAMMIT PATRICK SODERLUND, YOU AIN'T GETTING AWAY WITH THAT BLOCK! C'MON , SHOW ME WHAT A REAL FIA GT3 DRIVER HAS GOT!"
"Eh Daze, calm down, it's just a videogame. And what's with that Scandinavian supercar meeting?"
Daze paused the game yet again so that she could explain stuff properly.
"Oh, sorry. Well, there's a club of rich people in Europe like us who owns cars like Lamborghini's and Ferrari's. I've been an active member of that club too. Then there was a time where you driven Drivante's Evo 9 for him at the Deep Forest Run What You Brung because his legs got cramps." (seriously, there's a guy who was named "Drivante", a.k.a. Drive)
"Huh? I don't remember driving for him."
"I got a recording of that in a Blu-ray disc to show you. You really drove well that time. I was impressed by your victory there, and so are the friends that were with me that time."
"Huh? I don't get it. I didn't get in any race events, I only took part of one where there were many 🤬-"
"I told you that you drove for him."
"Uh yeah. I did drive for him. But I could hardly remember if I won or not."
"Wanna see how you drove that time?"
"Sure thing."
"I'll quit this game first. I'll just complete this race next time, since I can't get that Soderlund guy." Daze ejected the NFS:S2U disc, kept it in its case and went to look for that disc with the recording of Shye's driving in Deep Forest.

"No, no, nah, nope... guess it ain't here. Oh, there it is." Daze went back, got the disc off the case and inserted it into the PS3.

"So, PS3's can play movies?"
"It's a Blu-ray DVD, what do you expect?"

(Note: I'll do a bit of organizing for once. No commentator for now, anyway Daze only got a record of Shye's performance, nothing else. Shye and Daze's conversation would be italicized, and what what the drivers would say would appear in normal text.)

(fast forward a bit, wouldn't want to delay the good part )

Starting Grid:
1. Nissan Skyline GT-R M-spec Nur (R34) '02
2. Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VIII MR GSR '04
3. Toyota Supra RZ '97
4. Chevrolet Silverado (modified for pimps)
5. Dodge Charger Super Bee 426 Hemi '71
6. Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VIII GSR '03
7. Audi RS 4 '01
8. Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VI RS T.M. '00
9. Subaru Impreza WRX STi '07
10. Chevrolet Corvette ZR-1 (C4) '90
11. Nissan Skyline GT-R V-spec II Nur (R34) '02
12. Nissan Skyline GT-R (R34) '00
13. Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution VII RS '01
14. Lotus Carlton '90
15. Mitsubishi Lance Evolution VI RS '99
16. Drivante's Mitsubishi Lancer Evolution IX GSR '05

"The M-spec nur is the ultimate Skyline, it'll defeat you all in just an instant."

"Heck, AYC would help me here, along with 300+ hp. This is gonna be easy. And that slut will cry like a baby."

"My car has the best engine of all, and that's why it's the best sportscar I've ever driven in my whole life."

"Chicks dig a pimped-out Silverado, no doubt. And it'll smack you guys apart too."

"Daze, who on earth would use a pick-up truck like that for racing?"
"I dunno with that guy. But all he thinks is that he'd get even more girls if he would win in that "pimpmobile".
"I prefer the Buicks to that."

"Muscle cars would beat your ricers any day."

"An MR GSR ahead? Heh, I'll show you that you don't need to waste more money just for a mere carbon fiber wing."

"It's an RS4, not a run-of-the-mill A4. And it's a wagon so I can beat you while bringing my kids with me."

"Don't mind the steelies, I'm planning to replace them with the TE37's that just came into my garage..."

"I'll show that Impreza's are way better than Evo's. You'll see the power of the Boxer 4."

"Corvettes are the epitome of sportscars. You'll see why my dad treasured it before giving it to me."

"It's this Skyline that is the best. Get your 🤬 straight dude."

"It's just an ordinary GT-R, but you'll see that additional features doesn't matter at all."

"This Evo isn't a fatass, I swear."

"Lotus made this to outrun Bimmers and Mercs, you buffoons."

"Eh, what now?"

"That's you in Drive's Evo 9."
"Looks kinda new."

"And they're off!"

"Wait, How are supposed to overtake me that early?"
"Well, that was easy."

"Bloody hell! Sports saloons are way faster than your piece of Japanese 🤬!"
"Saloons can be faster than that. It's just in the driver."
"How did I get ahead that early, Daze?"
"That's one reason why we were amazed by your performance."

"Holy 🤬, you might hit the wall!"
"That was easy..."
"Are you sure that's me, sis?"
"Of course."
"Because that maneuver was really insane."
"You ARE insane enough to pull that off. "

"You, YES YOU. YOU ARE NEXT IN LINE TO GET OWNED."

"I won't mind losing to someone that hot..."
"Oh 🤬, I'm gonna crash..."

"YOU CRAZY 🤬, YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR THAT DENT!"
"Oops, sorry there."
"Oh man, I can hear his anger now. I'm not gonna be part of this"
"Well, so that's why there was some American kid screaming at me after the race."
"Why?"
"I braked but skidded into that Corvette. He was extremely angry a dent that would be repaired at a cheap cost. Dumb guy.

"Just pass, I don't want that guy to beat me up after the race."
"Weird, why would you yield me your position?"
"This is it, 🤬, you're gonna cry like a baby now."

"TAKE THIS, SLUT!"
"Damn, why would you block me? Isn't that against the rules?"

"WHAT THE 🤬, YOU AIN'T GETTIN' AWAY YOU 🤬!"
"Calm down, it's not like I dumped your car at sea."

"Now you're next."

"You're not going through me either!"
"Another one dirty enough to do blocking. Great."

"Hey, that move's too dangerous! Get off!"
"You're not gonna get away with that block, loser."

"🤬! 🤬 YOU AND YOUR EVO!"
"That's what you get."

"I don't want my precious car to get dents. Just pass."
"Who would be skilled enough to dive into the inside?"
"That guy you met in the Monaco GP way back?"
"What do you mean by the Monaco GP?"
"You met some Japanese driver of the Formula GT before the Monaco GP and you got an autograph from him, right?
"Oh, you mean Hiroto Matsuda? He's obviously way better than me."
"You're just as good as him, sis."
"ORLY?"
"Haha, same old Shye."

"Oh no, she's coming for me..."
"Let's see what a soccer mom has got from a sport wagon."

"Oh my god, how did you pass that easily?"
"Your car has potential. You just screwed it up bigtime."

"How could this happen? Evo 8's are always better than Evo 9's!"
"Just because I have a smaller horsepower output doesn't mean that it's slower."

"Ricer, eat my dust."
"Your need better lining. Seriously."

"🤬. I'm still gonna prove to you that muscle cars are way better than your puny little FnF tryhard ricer."
"You're not gonna let my chicks think I'mma loser, 🤬."
"Fine tune your V8's. They make my race too easy."

"You're going with me afterwards, babe."
"I think not."
"Yeah, about that guy in the Silverado, he really wants me to have a night with him. I declined, then he just abducted me the day after. That's why you didn't see me for a few days."
"And what's the point of being kidnapped by him?"
"Well, he badly wants me be out with him for once. But all I did there was to lay down tied up and ballgagged. I wonder why he wants to waste my time though, I got loads of stuff to do."
"Stupid guy."
"At least I'm not the only one treated like that."

"Never mind. Anyway I still got my gurls with me."
"And more understeer... Why do I screw up this corner often..."

"This is allowed, right?"

"I'm coming for you..."

"Oh 🤬, that was close..."

"You're not gonna get away this time..."
"I'll show you the power of the Supra!"

"I got the horsepower advantage, and my car handles the same as yours. You're gonna lose easily."
"Ever heard of "slipstream"?"

"IMPOSSIBRU!"
"Hey, I heard that car can get 1000 hp on a stock block. Go get that horsepower number and I'll have a drag race with you in my Koenigsegg Agera."

"I now got you in my sights, idiot."

"I give up. I can't catch up. Anyway the prize money in this position is already good enough."

"Dammit, understeer!"
"Haha, you amuse me dumb 🤬."

"There you are. You're gonna pay for what you've done earlier."
"Oh yeah, there were this retarded kid in a red Evo who talked trash at me. He claims that I must be Drive's whore because I'll be driving for him."
"Then what happened to that moron?"
"I told Drive to calm down and I'll be the one to humiliate him back. Which I did."

"You can't repeat your trick. Go get your 🤬 🤬."

"HOLY 🤬, WHAT WAS THAT FOR?!"
"Take that, little wanker."

"That was 🤬 close, you're not going away with that, 🤬!"

"I'm not giving up this fight with you!"

"NEVER!"
"Hmm, as expected. Your happiness would be extremely short-lived, retard."

"TAKE THIS YOU SON OF A 🤬!"
"I'm not a guy, smartass."

"CRY SOME MOAR, 🤬 🤬!"
"Is that all you got?"

"Think of the corners next time. Now look who's laughing."
"🤬!!!!!!!!!!!"

"🤬, she's getting farther..."

"You're gonna be 🤬 yourself this time, 🤬."

"🤬, she got away. That 🤬..."

"You're just making a fool of yourself calling me a whore. I'll just go ahead and leave you butthurt."
"🤬 🤬..."

"Why don't we play around for a while, cute guy in an R34?"
"Oh no, my victory would be spoiled..."

"You're so handsome, I want a free romantic night with you."
"Crapcrapcrapcrapcrapcrap...."

"Don't worry, I'm coming sweetheart..."
"Oh yeah, there was also this guy in that grey R34. He looks really handsome. I even got a crush on him once."
"I thought Drive's your guy?"
"I know, but there's something in that R34 guy that I really love."
"Now you're really getting weird, sis."

"Why would you run away from your girl? "
"This is madness..."

"C'mon, I just want a hug later."
"She's coming, she's coming..."

"Damn, screwed up again. Now let's get serious."

"Not understeer again!"
"Yes, victory is mine."

"I own these corners, you know."
"No, you're not gonna take first place from me!"

"You're not running away from me, this time."
"Crap, she's at me again..."

"Just a little bit closer..."
"I can feel the pressure... It's so great now..."

"Gotcha."
"NOOOOOOO!!!!!!"

"Let's see if you can run to your girl this time, dear. "

"C'mon, just a bit..."

"Thanks a lot for 1st place, I'd give you a free kiss for that."
"Damn. Anyway 2nd place seems fine."

---------------------------

Daze stopped playback, got the disc off the PS3, and put the disc back into the case.

"So, what do you think, Shye?"
"I remember everything now. I even enjoyed the whole race. How's Drive's Evo now?"
"It's now modified like how some of the JDM cars should be. The last time we tested it on the dyno, it almost reached 400 hp."
"Cool."
"It's even got custom rims and a new paint job."
"Nice. So, how was your meetup in Madrid?"
"Great, but I couldn't handle the SLS's numb steering. That car was great, but its handling put me down. Anyway, are you planning to drive the RE Amemiya RX-7?

"Maybe the Ferrari F40, been wondering how classics compare against the cars now. Or the Amemiya RX-7, it's a good match against exotics. Nah, I wanna look rich, I'm going with a Lamborghini. Or how about the MP4-12C (blah blah blah, Shye keeps on talking...)"

"I said I wanna look rich. And it's got an unfair advantage too because of a custom suspension setup and stuff."
"I guess so. So what are you planning to drive next?"
"The 430 Scuderia. No wait, the LF-A will do. It's pink and got RPF1's for added appeal. Nah, the Enzo would be my choice. Or how's the Murcielago LP-670 SV? Or my old RUF CTR2..."
Daze couldn't do anything else except to facepalm.

EDIT: "Replaced" Shye's escort with another character. Instead of renaming an original character, I'd just make my own. So meet Stephen Wahlberg, a whole new guy.

 

[DK]

I smiled when I saw Hiroto being mentioned.

One word of warning, though: use the 🤬 smiley for the whole word, not part of it (as in b:censored:h).

 

[uMadson?]

I smiled when I saw Hiroto being mentioned.

One word of warning, though: use the 🤬 smiley for the whole word, not part of it (as in b:censored:h).

Oh okay then. Didn't know that wasn't good. I'll edit my post then.

 

[DK]

Oh okay then. Didn't know that wasn't good. I'll edit my post then.

I don't mean to create more work for you, but the mods aren't too pleased with someone using a 🤬 smiley with "-ing", "-ed" or "-er" at the end either (e.g. :censored:ing).

 

[Skython]

The last small paragraph of the story was funny, she's doing the clothing deciding thing, but the clothes are cars... AWESOME!!!! Nice chapter!!!!

 

[xx_kasino_xx]

this story is epic! i cant wait to read more! 👍👍👍

 

[uMadson?]

The last small paragraph of the story was funny, she's doing the clothing deciding thing, but the clothes are cars... AWESOME!!!! Nice chapter!!!!

Lol, she's always undecided in picking cars... Thanks anyway.

this story is epic! i cant wait to read more! 👍👍👍

Thanks. More chapters will come in a while, I feel like I want to write another one too.

 

[Ryou]

Great chapter! I'm dedicating my 1,000th post to this great read

 

[uMadson?]

Great chapter! I'm dedicating my 1,000th post to this great read

A million thanks mate. I'd give you a free internet if I know how.

Pardon me about that internet thing. Words cannot express the gratitude that's filling this post up.

 

[Ryou]

A million thanks mate. I'd give you a free internet if I know how.

Pardon me about that internet thing. Words cannot express the gratitude that's filling this post up.

No problem, I just really like the style of this story.

 

[uMadson?]

Chapter 1.5 in progress, so far it's probably halfway done.

 

[uMadson?]

I feel like I'm always shifting styles one each and every chapter. One has some of the author's thoughts, another has mostly dialogue... Maybe writing more will solve the problem as eventually I'll find the style I'm comfortable with.

By the way, something in this chapter is obviously false, I just made it up for teh lulz. At least it will also add some taste in this story.

As usual, Shye gets to test a car at her home course, the Monaco GP track, so here's a link to the track map for a reference, because I'm also using the names of the track's corners: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Monte_Carlo_Formula_1_track_map.svg

Chapter 5 - Test Drive (Unlimited): Ferrari 458 Italia

During the night time, when the moon engulfs the blue sky and turns it darker, Stephen is working with his friend, Tommy Anderson, to get the repair done faster. Tommy Anderson is yet another European, but he's from the UK, while Stephen is from Germany, as their names suggest. Sometimes, they bump each other in coincidence, mainly because they occasionally travel to other countries. But most of the time, because of their financial status, they stay in Monaco. Tommy operates a repair garage, with Stephen sometimes volunteering to get some repair jobs done quickly, like Shye's Viper now.

"Finally, we rebuilt the engine. The body probably needs even more work. Stephen, when will the extra body panels come?"
"I dunno, I contacted them and they said they're gonna deliver from UK, so it must take a short time."
"Okay then. Hey, I'm just curious, why are the rims red, instead of the usual black color?"
"Shye doesn't really like black rims, so she told the dealership to let it have red ones. And with a few optional features ticked, so it must be a performance package or something."
"How did you know?"
"She told me."
"Guess we should call it a day then. Want me to drive you home?"
"Nah, I can call a taxi"
"But not a lot of taxis are around in this time of day. I can send you home in my Peugeot 307 convertible."
"Well, if you want, then sure."

The next morning, Shye woke up right when the bright sun starts to rise to the orange sky. "Hmm, why so early?" Shye muttered. She then took off her clothes, wore a bathrobe and went to take a shower while her sister is snoring on her bed. After cleansing her whole body for the sake of hygiene, she went to the wardrobe. What did she wear? A blue top designed by some other famous fashion designer, black mini-shorts and a pair of blue casual sneakers which was complemented with black stockings. She can't be bothered to put up ponytails though, she just combed her smooth, silky silver hair (not the white hair that shows signs of aging... wait, did I just leak some of her looks? Never mind, just wait for the character bios) and rushed out. Daze was still sleeping tight in her room, so Shye decided to kill time by going outside near the swimming pool, breathing the fresh European air and staring at the sky that still remained bright orange (and looking down for occasional supercar flybys).

An hour or so later, Daze woke up. As usual, she took a shower and got dressed up too like what Shye did. Daze was wearing something a bit simpler though. A short-sleeved orange T-shirt with a print on it, a pair of skinny jeans and multi-colored sandals best describes her get-up. She walked down to the living room and saw her sister laying down on the floor, watching various Top Gear episodes on YouTube on her laptop.

"Hey sis, why are you watching that show again and again? I thought you saw them already." Asked Daze.
"Well, you know, I don't want to keep driving cars for a short moment and then returning home, and doing the cycle again, it just seems to be time-wasting. So I surfed the internet and looked for reviews of some of the cars I currently own. Besides, you know I'm a busy girl, right?"
"Uh yeah. So, what episode is that?"
"It's about the trio's trip in the USA in 3 sportscars. An SLS, a 911 GT3 and a 458. Still trying to find what to take out for a drive today."
"Don't take the SLS. You know how it made my last meetup in Madrid a disaster."
"But our party in Ibiza makes up for it. "
"Whatever. Just don't take that car. It's a whale. Why not take the 911? I heard it does pretty well in tracks, being stripped off of some parts."
"Stripped off of all the parts necessary for a cozy road trip. If I'd drive a Porsche, it would be a 911 Turbo. But they're rear-engined, so they're quite unpredictable. I might as well take the 458 for now."
"Now's not the time yet, sis. It's too early. Hey, wanna eat sandwiches with me?"
"Nah. Not hungry."
"So, I'll just go to the kitchen to make mine."
" 'kay sis." Daze went to the kitchen and part 2 of the Top Gear episode is already finished. Shye clicked the link to the last of 3 parts, and while waiting for the video to buffer for a bit (Shye is using a broadband connection), opened a new tab on her Firefox 4 browser. She googled about the Lexus LF-A, and then something unexpected appeared: a hot thread in the GTPlanet.net forums about GTP member SuperGTRacer's encounter with Shye's pink LF-A in the famous highways of Tokyo and a heated race between her and a guy in a GT-R SpecV. SuperGTRacer said in the thread that he was surprised when he noticed it was really Shye that was in a pink supercar with JDM rims.

"Hmm, I remember this, it was way back though. Some guy in a GT-R thinks nobody can beat him in a race. And there was a small car chasing me, too. I can only see that it's a Daihatsu though. In sky blue. What a wonder that it can keep up with supercars." Shye thought these stuff to herself while watching the embedded video. The thread also spawned a bit of frustration from the GT-R fanboys, since it was Shye won the race.

After reading a bit of the thread, Shye went back to the YouTube video and started playback. She giggled at those parts where Richard Hammond got lost in the city. Poor Hammond, gets humiliated by a girl.

Moments later, Daze returned to the living room, being welcomed by the demented sight of her sister unable to control her laughter.

"Uhh sis, what just happened?"
"*cough cough* The ending of that episode was just..." Shye couldn't resist the laughter yet again. Daze facepalmed. "This ain't going well..." Daze softly said to herself. After 2 seconds, Shye finally snapped out of her rolling-on-the-floor state.

"Sorry about that, Daze, it was just that seeing James May go to the wrong building and instead get featured in an exercise program made my day."
"Very well. You'd better control it next time, you really shocked me with your hysterical laugh."
"You know what sis, I really wanna go drive my 458 now." Daze glanced at her silver watch, then to the digital wall clock. The time now is 9:15 am.
"But it's still... Never mind. I guess it's probably a good time to."
"Wanna come with me?"
"You sure I won't get dizzy again?"
"If you won't move around in the car like crazy, then you won't be dizzy at all."
"Then I'll give it another try." Shye quickly closed the open programs and shut off her laptop with ALT+F4 and closed the laptop itself. She stood up and just left the laptop on the floor.

"Let's go, Daze." The two gals walked down to the garage. Shye then took the keys of the 458 with the prancing horse logo badged on it. "Ooh, shiny shiny." Shye stared at the badge of the keys that are laid on her palm while Daze was getting in the car.

"Hey sis, what are you waiting for?"
"Oh, uhh..." It seems like Shye has to snap out of it. Anyway, she walked to the 458 and got in.

"So, where will we go?"
"One lap 'round the Monaco GP route again, then I'm going to the mall. I want to buy those clothes Rara has."
"Why would you go shopping this early?"
"Well, you know what they say, the early bird catches the worm." Shye pressed the START ENGINE button and the flat plane V8 roared to life. Shye revved again (as usual). The needle only reached 8500 rpm, but Shye knows that it can reach 9000 rpm. And with some tuning... (inb4 over 9000)

The 458 rolled out of the garage. The sun shines and the dark paint of Rosso Monza reflects its rays while revealing it's true red color. The automatic gates opened (Shye is rich enough to buy some for her cribs) and our 2 ladies have went out of their modern, celebrity home.

A few minutes later, at the main straight of Cote d' Azur...
"Launch Control on, Traction Control off, ASM off..."
"Are you planning to make yet another hard launch again?"
"Sit back and you won't get dizzy for sure. And oh, there's also a seatbelt right beside you." Daze facepalmed at herself because she never knew there was a seatbelt near her.
"So, Daze, are you ready now?"
"Oh, just wait. Now where's that... oh *click* Okay, I'm ready." Shye engaged the clutch and stepped on the accelerator carefully to avoid any unnecessary wheelspin. Shye looked at the mirror to check the smoke that came from behind. "Good, my new shoes should make me less lead-footed from now." Shye thought to herself, satisfied with a semi-transparent cloud of white tire smoke and little traces of tires screeching.

The flat plane V8 screamed and echoed a little throughout the streets.
"Weird, why wouldn't my back get stuck on the seat like before?"
"My new shoes made me less lead-footed."

Shye cleanly tackled Sainte Devote with little fishtailing on corner exit.
"It seems like you don't really get the tail to slide too often."
"Yeah, well, maybe this car handles well too."

Shye stormed through Beau Rivage with much ferocity, braked hard, and since its stability is upset, she decided to drift it through Avenue de Monte Carlo.

"WHOA WHOA WHOA SHYE CALM DOWN!!!!!!" After Massenet, Shye released the gas and the Ferrari powerslid smoothly through Casino.

"Hey Shye, what's wrong? Why did you act so wild all of a sudden?"
"The car was skidding, and there's no choice but to drift."

Shye decided to calm down for a bit and she went through Mirabeau Haute with grace, not force.

"Okay, that's better..."
"What? Would you expect me to drive like cars wouldn't ever skid? "

Everything is still fine, even at the needle-sharp Grand Hotel Hairpin.

"Very good, no understeer whatsoever..."

No signs of unnecessary understeer and oversteer through Mirabeau Bas and Portier, too. Shye kept the car down as if she has full control if it.

"This is it, Daze. Sit back and you won't get nauseous as I go at 180 km/h."
"Don't tell me that this would be.....eeuuggghh..." Daze held back on her seat as she experiences the G-forces acting up on her. Shye could barely feel it, she was too focused on the road anyway. As the car nears 200 km/h, Shye stomped on the brakes before pouncing through the infamous Nouvelle Chicane. She gradually turns the wheel through the chicane, clipping the apexes precisely and executing her maneuver as perfectly as a well-synchronized dance.

"Excellent. Went through without scratches at all."
"How about the Viper?"
"It's a piece of 🤬 when it comes to corners. Not even turning a Viper into the ultimate ACR would help too."
"*sigh* Muscle cars these days, still no signs of perfection..."
"Well, at least these cars still got the best excuses for hooning."

Even through Tabac, the car still didn't disappoint Shye. Meanwhile, near the pool...
"C'mon, she's a hot chick. I mean, her red S15 beat me way back in Monza!"
"What? She humiliated me too that time, that asian 🤬 must pay for what she's done!"
"Karma's a 🤬 as always, dude. At least she ain't any of those cheating sluts."
A 458 howled through Piscine and the people at the poolside were on their feet to see it pass by.
"WHOA, didn't you see that?"
"Ain't that the car that 🤬 was driving?"
"Hell no dude, that's one fine-ass Ferrari! I wonder who's driving it."

Out of the poolside area Shye goes, and guess what happened...

"DAMMIT SHYE YOU'RE AT IT AGAIN!!!!!!!!"
"Whoops."

At La Racasse and Anthony Noghes, Shye cooled down yet again and cautiously went through the 2 corners. She accelerated to 150 km/h on the main straight and then slowed down.

"Whew, what a ride. This car really handles good. No wonder why Clarkson said that this was the greatest Ferrari ever made so far."
"Good thing I'm still fine though. Man, you're so insane."
"That's also what seatbelts are for, sis. "

 

[DK]

Who was the guy who mentioned a certain red S15?