Pain & Heaven: Finale - Volume One (8/2/12)
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Is it for the new chapter?
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Oh okay. This is interesting...
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I love all o your stories. Great themes.
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PS2 is being a 🤬 right now, so I can't take the final photos; therefore, I decided to post the next chapter.
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Chapter V:
My mom decided to stay for the night, so I gave her the guest bedroom. I laid awake that night in my bed, wondering what tomorrow would bring. I could win the money for Ricky and maybe I could use the car that was also a prize instead of the S2000 for now. And some random girl... Sigh. Never a good thing.
Still... something just didn't seem right. My mom was hiding something I couldn't tell what. But... her face when she realized that I was racing in the name of friendship... She has something hidden away in her past, just like me.
I ended up in a fitful sleep.
The next morning...
When I woke up in the morning at 8, I got my coffee, took a shower and looked outside at the driveway. The Buick was gone (My mom always rises at 5:30 and is out and about by 6:30) but the... damn.... 🤬... alright, fine, ...SUPRA... was still sitting there, mocking me. God, I hate those cars. As a born Nissan Skyline addict, I hated (and still do hate) Supras with a passion. Although... I never really could or can understand WHY I hate them. This one has served me decently so far. If I do win today, I won't say another word against it.
I got dressed and headed out after feeding Bangles. I noticed a piece of paper that my mom had left for me, and I took it without looking at it.
The traffic was immense on the way to Trial Mountain, and I got there only 15 minutes before the race started. By the time I had gotten the car processed and ready, there were only 5 minutes left to go.
I pulled up at the gate, and waited until a race official came over.
Mr... van Dueten?
DRUTEN.
Oh, ok. The last spot is free just drive out and wait for that start.
As I pulled into the spot, I heard the radio chatter from the other drivers.
So...This old American piece of iron is gonna win it all today, baby.
Hahahaha, you fool... This is the new age of American iron. My Mustang Cobra will beat your Dodge's 🤬.
Fools... Godzilla's going to win it today.
I looked to the first spot, and sure enough, a R34 was sitting there.
You must be forgetting the original RWD powerhouse. British steel is good for the soul.
There was what I recognized as a Jensen Interceptor also, and the driver was the one speaking.
"Isn't that a Judas Priest album...?"
Then the Cobra noticed me.
Eeyuck. Look behind me for ricerboy in his Supra Hero... Hahahaha.
The GT-R driver responded in the only way he could.
GAH WHAT is WRONG with this world? Now I'm stuck racing a suck-🤬 Supra!
The others all laughed... except from the third-place car, whose driver was totally silent. I could not recognize what car it was, besides it being a 4-door.
#-The race is beginning! The lineup is... Harada in the forward position, in his GT-R! Mountbatten, in his Jensen Interceptor! Rostock, in her Lotus Carlton! West, in his SVT Cobra! Matthias, in his Hemi Cuda! And van Druten, in his Supra RZ!
There was a burst of chatter from the radios as all the racers tried to get me to respond, but I was lost in my own world. Rostock? Surely not this Emily girl?
I remembered the piece of paper, and quickly pulled it out. My heart sank as I read it:
Hey John;
Emily Rostock (I told you who she is earlier) has a Lotus Carlton. I don't know if she is racing or not, but be kind to her, OK?
Love, Mom
I sighed, then got my head back on straight and focused on the race. I quickly grabbed my iPod, and put some Metallica on - specifically, the Ride The Lightning album.
#-Three....Two....One.... GOGOGO! And they're off!
Since this race was being held in reverse, I had a general idea of the layout. I had gotten no practice on the course in reverse, though, but I was sure I could overcome it.
In the first two quick S-bends, I stayed low coming out of the exit and ducked in behind Emily's Lotus.
🤬.. We are screwed...
Damn Supra!
The Supra felt wound up and ready to be unleased, so after the right-hander going uphill, I swung inside, then cut across the Lotus's frount bumper to the inside of the Jensen.
Amazingly, Emily stayed silent throughout the manuever. The Jensen driver did not, judging by the explosion of cursing he launched at me.
I set my sights on that arrogant GT-R driver, and caught up to him entering the straightaway.
🤬 off, you piece of 🤬 Supra!
Get off, dammit!
I stayed slightly behind and to the right of the GT-R. I could have blown by him, but he must have had some power boost, because he stuck with my speed throughout the straightaway.
But, in the brick turn (so named for the brick wall) I darted inside, almost clipping the wall with my right rear.
That's bull. Get back here, you damn 🤬.
I kept my lead of three car-lengths up until the quick S-bend section right before the finish line. I missed a shift, and while it did no damage, it allowed him to catch back up to me.
Ha ha ha, get out of the way!
He passed me on the straight right on the finish line.
There was still one lap to go, and I was still confident I could win. Overconfidence is a bad thing, though...
I was able to duplicate my earlier action of staying back and right of him in the same spot where I had passed the Cobra and Cuda at.
I then was able to fake him out into blocking outside when I ducked inside. That had given me too much speed and I slewed outside. He crept back in the following turns.
We dueled on the straightaway again. But... out of nowhere, the Lotus came flying in with absurd speed. I dodged right, the GT-R dodged left while cursing all the while, and Emily split the middle.
She had too much speed though, and overshot the turn, letting me and the GT-R both pass. I drifted in front of him, forcing him to dodge left in the second tunnel. That gave me the advantage.
I had the lead for good, and sailed for the finish line.
As I crossed the stripe, I saw the Lotus sneak by the GT-R for second.
"No... Not again...
Fin Chapter V
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Chapter V:
My mom decided to stay for the night, so I gave her the guest bedroom. I laid awake that night in my bed, wondering what tomorrow would bring. I could win the money for Ricky and maybe I could use the car that was also a prize instead of the S2000 for now. And some random girl... Sigh. Never a good thing.
Still... something just didn't seem right. My mom was hiding something I couldn't tell what. But... her face when she realized that I was racing in the name of friendship... She has something hidden away in her past, just like me.
I ended up in a fitful sleep.
The next morning...
When I woke up in the morning at 8, I got my coffee, took a shower and looked outside at the driveway. The Buick was gone (My mom always rises at 5:30 and is out and about by 6:30) but the... damn.... 🤬... alright, fine, ...SUPRA... was still sitting there, mocking me. God, I hate those cars. As a born Nissan Skyline addict, I hated (and still do hate) Supras with a passion. Although... I never really could or can understand WHY I hate them. This one has served me decently so far. If I do win today, I won't say another word against it.
I got dressed and headed out after feeding Bangles. I noticed a piece of paper that my mom had left for me, and I took it without looking at it.
The traffic was immense on the way to Trial Mountain, and I got there only 15 minutes before the race started. By the time I had gotten the car processed and ready, there were only 5 minutes left to go.
I pulled up at the gate, and waited until a race official came over.
Mr... van Dueten?
DRUTEN.
Oh, ok. The last spot is free just drive out and wait for that start.
As I pulled into the spot, I heard the radio chatter from the other drivers.
So...This old American piece of iron is gonna win it all today, baby.
Hahahaha, you fool... This is the new age of American iron. My Mustang Cobra will beat your Dodge's 🤬.
Fools... Godzilla's going to win it today.
I looked to the first spot, and sure enough, a R34 was sitting there.
You must be forgetting the original RWD powerhouse. British steel is good for the soul.
There was what I recognized as a Jensen Interceptor also, and the driver was the one speaking.
"Isn't that a Judas Priest album...?"
Then the Cobra noticed me.
Eeyuck. Look behind me for ricerboy in his Supra Hero... Hahahaha.
The GT-R driver responded in the only way he could.
GAH WHAT is WRONG with this world? Now I'm stuck racing a suck-🤬 Supra!
The others all laughed... except from the third-place car, whose driver was totally silent. I could not recognize what car it was, besides it being a 4-door.
#-The race is beginning! The lineup is... Harada in the forward position, in his GT-R! Mountbatten, in his Jensen Interceptor! Rostock, in her Lotus Carlton! West, in his SVT Cobra! Matthias, in his Hemi Cuda! And van Druten, in his Supra RZ!
There was a burst of chatter from the radios as all the racers tried to get me to respond, but I was lost in my own world. Rostock? Surely not this Emily girl?
I remembered the piece of paper, and quickly pulled it out. My heart sank as I read it:
Hey John;
Emily Rostock (I told you who she is earlier) has a Lotus Carlton. I don't know if she is racing or not, but be kind to her, OK?
Love, Mom
I sighed, then got my head back on straight and focused on the race. I quickly grabbed my iPod, and put some Metallica on - specifically, the Ride The Lightning album.
#-Three....Two....One.... GOGOGO! And they're off!
Since this race was being held in reverse, I had a general idea of the layout. I had gotten no practice on the course in reverse, though, but I was sure I could overcome it.
In the first two quick S-bends, I stayed low coming out of the exit and ducked in behind Emily's Lotus.
🤬.. We are screwed...
Damn Supra!
The Supra felt wound up and ready to be unleased, so after the right-hander going uphill, I swung inside, then cut across the Lotus's frount bumper to the inside of the Jensen.
Amazingly, Emily stayed silent throughout the manuever. The Jensen driver did not, judging by the explosion of cursing he launched at me.
I set my sights on that arrogant GT-R driver, and caught up to him entering the straightaway.
🤬 off, you piece of 🤬 Supra!
Get off, dammit!
I stayed slightly behind and to the right of the GT-R. I could have blown by him, but he must have had some power boost, because he stuck with my speed throughout the straightaway.
But, in the brick turn (so named for the brick wall) I darted inside, almost clipping the wall with my right rear.
That's bull. Get back here, you damn 🤬.
I kept my lead of three car-lengths up until the quick S-bend section right before the finish line. I missed a shift, and while it did no damage, it allowed him to catch back up to me.
Ha ha ha, get out of the way!
He passed me on the straight right on the finish line.
There was still one lap to go, and I was still confident I could win. Overconfidence is a bad thing, though...
I was able to duplicate my earlier action of staying back and right of him in the same spot where I had passed the Cobra and Cuda at.
I then was able to fake him out into blocking outside when I ducked inside. That had given me too much speed and I slewed outside. He crept back in the following turns.
We dueled on the straightaway again. But... out of nowhere, the Lotus came flying in with absurd speed. I dodged right, the GT-R dodged left while cursing all the while, and Emily split the middle.
She had too much speed though, and overshot the turn, letting me and the GT-R both pass. I drifted in front of him, forcing him to dodge left in the second tunnel. That gave me the advantage.
I had the lead for good, and sailed for the finish line.
As I crossed the stripe, I saw the Lotus sneak by the GT-R for second.
"No... Not again...
Fin Chapter V
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Nice chapter. 👍
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Too bad most GT4 pictures are naturally dark; Not your fault
Still great.
Still great.
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Nice chapter. I love both cars, GT-Rs and Supras
I do too, actually.
I think I may have to announce the death of a family member - my silver PS2 has given up on me (disc drive motor once again.)
Therefore... I MAY need some help for the final chapter on photos, and I might like to do them in GT5.
PM me later.
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:tup:Very good just read all of the chapters.
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FireEmblem10I do too, actually.
I think I may have to announce the death of a family member - my silver PS2 has given up on me (disc drive motor once again.)
Therefore... I MAY need some help for the final chapter on photos, and I might like to do them in GT5.
PM me later.
You've got bad luck.
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I was going to say that.
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Alright... needing some help with photos.
The lineup I was against was:
Dodge Viper GTS Oreca
Pagani Zonda GT
Ford GT LM Spec (GT Themed Special)
BMW McClaren F1 LM Race Car
Nissan R35 Concept Race Car (the mainly red one)
As a teaser...
The BMW IS the fastest one of the group, but he's not the final boss.
PM me for track and what car it is.
First responder (with the capability to do so) gets to help, and may have another cameo.
The lineup I was against was:
Dodge Viper GTS Oreca
Pagani Zonda GT
Ford GT LM Spec (GT Themed Special)
BMW McClaren F1 LM Race Car
Nissan R35 Concept Race Car (the mainly red one)
As a teaser...
The BMW IS the fastest one of the group, but he's not the final boss.
PM me for track and what car it is.
First responder (with the capability to do so) gets to help, and may have another cameo.
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I have quite the lack of GT4/5 access, so that's me out. (I only have this week for GT5, and I have no TV in my room for my PS2).
Anyway, nice chapter, but you really do need to update your title, this chapter was released three days ago, and I had no clue despite visiting here checking for new chapters regularly.
Anyway, nice chapter, but you really do need to update your title, this chapter was released three days ago, and I had no clue despite visiting here checking for new chapters regularly.
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What? They deleted your chapter?
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This IS a new chapter, released early because I can.
EDIT: Sorry for the double post.
Might be short for some of you, but oh well. It helps tell the story.
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Chapter VI:
(This chapter is from Emily's perspective.)
Ok, a Lotus. SEDAN. Should NOT be in the same sentence together. But why would I pick this? Why? Because I can. I'm not the kind of girl who is going to take crap from anyone, so when I began driving 10 years ago, I bought the oddest thing I could find – a combination of Lotus and four-door sedan. I moved to America 5 years after that, and took this car with me. A short, cute, redhead does not get many good friends, but the Lotus was one.
I get many odd looks from a lot of guys in the United States, with their 'import ricers' with the go-fast stickers, coffee-can exhausts and their belief in invincibility and 12 cylinders. Makes me sick when I see that. Although... The Carlton is tuned itself. I found that making a 'sleeper' sedan is very effective against the guys who chase girls around. I sometimes regret deciding to live in the northern half of Califonia... but the climate compared to the UK does wonders.
Problem is, I still live with my parents – not because I have no job, but because they wanted me to.They must think that a psychologist with a Ph.D is not smart enough for her own good. They're overprotective,and it shows all the time. Except for this weekend, when I went up to Trial Mountain for a race day that was being held – I wanted the cash prize, and I think that I'm good enough to win it. My mother, against my father's wishes, also tried to set me up with one of her friend's son – like that will ever happen.
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Present-day...
I was told that he had a red Honda S2000 – not the usual ricer-boy car, but I was expecting the worst. However, I could not find the car – until I watched a replay from a previous heat race. He won in convincing fashion, and I admit I was intrigued. Still... He did not show up the next day, or so I thought.
Where he had gotten that Supra, I had no idea. But the way he drove a car that was probably a boat compared to his S2000 was... breathtaking. The way he knew exactly what that idiot Harada was going to do – was almost creepy. His lines were rediculously good, considering that he had no time to practice. My own tuned Carlton was no match for him.
I drove into the pits after the final race was over. He – John was his name – was sitting there in that Supra, discussing with an official. It didn't look like he was happy, so I decided to wait. Who knows what a man who is rageing can do.
After about 10 minutes, he gave up and got out with a box the official had given him in his hands. He walked over to where Harada was yelling at his team. I got out and came close enough to hear what they were saying:
“Harada, right? Here. You want the money so bad, take it.”
“YOU! You and your 🤬-hole damn Supra! I am going to-”
“Do you want the money or not? I don't care what I'm driving – I own a S2000, my God!”
“...Well, explain to me why you have a Supra.”
“The S2000's damaged. Got run into yesterday after the race.”
Harada and his team members exchanged what I thought were darkly significant looks.
“...Who are you, again?”
“John van Druten.”
They looked frightened – and began to run off.
John just sighed, opened the box, closed it after looking inside, and placed it in the Supra.
He then caught sight of me watching him.
Damn... he was cute looking. But... there was a sadness in his eyes that I could not place. Being a psychologist doesn't help me read people sometimes. He was one of them.
“Let me guess... Miss Emily... Rostock?”
“Yes. John van Druten, correct?”
“Affirmative.”
We shook hands, and then I asked him a question.
“Your mother and my mother were trying to set us up, right?”
“Trying to is the key word...”
He still looked sad. I started to wonder whether this guy was a total wreck and my mother wanted someone to help him out, but then he shook his head and cleared up a bit.
“You handle that... sedan... quite well. What exactly is it?”
“Would you like to look?”
“Sure. Never seen one like it.”
I showed him what it was and the tuning I had had done over in the UK. He seemed to recognize the name of the tuner I mentioned, but I didn't know why. I asked him more questions, trying to get a feel for how he was mentally.
“So... I thought you drove a S2000.”
“I do. Some Benz ran into me and broke the left-rear suspension and brake lines. I have someone working on it so I can drop this... thing... off.”
I was thinking that he obviously hates Supras, but why be driving one?
About that time, another car pulled up behind my Lotus.
Another official got out.
“Mr. van Druten?”
“Yes...”
“Here is your prize car from winning the main event. And Miss... Rostock, here is your second-place money of $5,000.”
John looked over at the car and a unreadable expression crossed his face. He just stood there, looking at the white R32 GT-R.
After I had accepted the money from the official, I tapped John on his shoulder.
“Hey... You alright?”
“I wish I was.”
“...What's wrong? You seem so... depressed.”
“Just... thinking about the past.”
“Well...”
My thoughts just trailed off for a minute, and I stood there with my hand on his shoulder. Then there was a cough behind us.
“Yes?”
Uhhh... We have someone ready to take the prize car home for you if you-”
“No, no. I'll drive it home – have someone take the Supra. And... Emily... do you have a place to stay tonight?”
I ran that statement through all the possible meaning, but I trusted the guy. He seemed so sincere...
“No... Would you mind letting me stay over for the night?”
“Of course not, but Bangles might.”
“Who?”
“My Egyptian Mau cat. She's nice and quiet – usually.”
“Aww... how sweet. You going to show me the way to your house?”
“Sure. Hey... You're the one driving the Supra?”
Another official – this one in a racing suit – came over.
“Yep.”
“Ok, just follow me. And... we're not here to race. Tell you later.”
He got in that white GT-R and started the engine.
I got the Carlton ready, and the official had the Supra warmed up.
#Ok... Follow closely.
Fin Chapter VI
EDIT: Sorry for the double post.
Might be short for some of you, but oh well. It helps tell the story.
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Chapter VI:
(This chapter is from Emily's perspective.)
Ok, a Lotus. SEDAN. Should NOT be in the same sentence together. But why would I pick this? Why? Because I can. I'm not the kind of girl who is going to take crap from anyone, so when I began driving 10 years ago, I bought the oddest thing I could find – a combination of Lotus and four-door sedan. I moved to America 5 years after that, and took this car with me. A short, cute, redhead does not get many good friends, but the Lotus was one.
I get many odd looks from a lot of guys in the United States, with their 'import ricers' with the go-fast stickers, coffee-can exhausts and their belief in invincibility and 12 cylinders. Makes me sick when I see that. Although... The Carlton is tuned itself. I found that making a 'sleeper' sedan is very effective against the guys who chase girls around. I sometimes regret deciding to live in the northern half of Califonia... but the climate compared to the UK does wonders.
Problem is, I still live with my parents – not because I have no job, but because they wanted me to.They must think that a psychologist with a Ph.D is not smart enough for her own good. They're overprotective,and it shows all the time. Except for this weekend, when I went up to Trial Mountain for a race day that was being held – I wanted the cash prize, and I think that I'm good enough to win it. My mother, against my father's wishes, also tried to set me up with one of her friend's son – like that will ever happen.
::::::::::::::::::::::::::::
Present-day...
I was told that he had a red Honda S2000 – not the usual ricer-boy car, but I was expecting the worst. However, I could not find the car – until I watched a replay from a previous heat race. He won in convincing fashion, and I admit I was intrigued. Still... He did not show up the next day, or so I thought.
Where he had gotten that Supra, I had no idea. But the way he drove a car that was probably a boat compared to his S2000 was... breathtaking. The way he knew exactly what that idiot Harada was going to do – was almost creepy. His lines were rediculously good, considering that he had no time to practice. My own tuned Carlton was no match for him.
I drove into the pits after the final race was over. He – John was his name – was sitting there in that Supra, discussing with an official. It didn't look like he was happy, so I decided to wait. Who knows what a man who is rageing can do.
After about 10 minutes, he gave up and got out with a box the official had given him in his hands. He walked over to where Harada was yelling at his team. I got out and came close enough to hear what they were saying:
“Harada, right? Here. You want the money so bad, take it.”
“YOU! You and your 🤬-hole damn Supra! I am going to-”
“Do you want the money or not? I don't care what I'm driving – I own a S2000, my God!”
“...Well, explain to me why you have a Supra.”
“The S2000's damaged. Got run into yesterday after the race.”
Harada and his team members exchanged what I thought were darkly significant looks.
“...Who are you, again?”
“John van Druten.”
They looked frightened – and began to run off.
John just sighed, opened the box, closed it after looking inside, and placed it in the Supra.
He then caught sight of me watching him.
Damn... he was cute looking. But... there was a sadness in his eyes that I could not place. Being a psychologist doesn't help me read people sometimes. He was one of them.
“Let me guess... Miss Emily... Rostock?”
“Yes. John van Druten, correct?”
“Affirmative.”
We shook hands, and then I asked him a question.
“Your mother and my mother were trying to set us up, right?”
“Trying to is the key word...”
He still looked sad. I started to wonder whether this guy was a total wreck and my mother wanted someone to help him out, but then he shook his head and cleared up a bit.
“You handle that... sedan... quite well. What exactly is it?”
“Would you like to look?”
“Sure. Never seen one like it.”
I showed him what it was and the tuning I had had done over in the UK. He seemed to recognize the name of the tuner I mentioned, but I didn't know why. I asked him more questions, trying to get a feel for how he was mentally.
“So... I thought you drove a S2000.”
“I do. Some Benz ran into me and broke the left-rear suspension and brake lines. I have someone working on it so I can drop this... thing... off.”
I was thinking that he obviously hates Supras, but why be driving one?
About that time, another car pulled up behind my Lotus.
Another official got out.
“Mr. van Druten?”
“Yes...”
“Here is your prize car from winning the main event. And Miss... Rostock, here is your second-place money of $5,000.”
John looked over at the car and a unreadable expression crossed his face. He just stood there, looking at the white R32 GT-R.
After I had accepted the money from the official, I tapped John on his shoulder.
“Hey... You alright?”
“I wish I was.”
“...What's wrong? You seem so... depressed.”
“Just... thinking about the past.”
“Well...”
My thoughts just trailed off for a minute, and I stood there with my hand on his shoulder. Then there was a cough behind us.
“Yes?”
Uhhh... We have someone ready to take the prize car home for you if you-”
“No, no. I'll drive it home – have someone take the Supra. And... Emily... do you have a place to stay tonight?”
I ran that statement through all the possible meaning, but I trusted the guy. He seemed so sincere...
“No... Would you mind letting me stay over for the night?”
“Of course not, but Bangles might.”
“Who?”
“My Egyptian Mau cat. She's nice and quiet – usually.”
“Aww... how sweet. You going to show me the way to your house?”
“Sure. Hey... You're the one driving the Supra?”
Another official – this one in a racing suit – came over.
“Yep.”
“Ok, just follow me. And... we're not here to race. Tell you later.”
He got in that white GT-R and started the engine.
I got the Carlton ready, and the official had the Supra warmed up.
#Ok... Follow closely.
Fin Chapter VI
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Hmm...nice chapter. 👍 think about the smashed up Calsonic Skyline.....maybe that's why he is surprised.
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I was thinking that because he might have crashed and got injured in one?
