Parnelli's GT2 stories.

Its like a snowball, gets bigger and better with every chapter :) this is inspiring me to do something similar...write a GT2 story alongside my GT4-style story i have going atm...awesome work, you leave me craving more!
 
CHAPTER V​


Day 8- went home and had a party. work really getting backed up. Wondering if he should stay with the firm or not.

I'm assuming (since it says he "had a party") that i won at HSR, tho i never even jotted this down in my notes! That's not good! :boggled:




After spending more time in front of the laptop, computing odds, looking for ways to get ahead, and being proactive (one of Graham's favorite words was "proactive" :rolleyes:) :yuck:, Graham finally concluded that the best thing to do was to get the hell out of the racer's lounge and (somehow) get back on the track for practicing. Learning those corners. Getting GOOD.

As a lawyer, he knew that one can read and study and theorize about how a case is going to pan out, but the truth (and the exciting thing) is no matter what you think, you simply didn't know what the outcome will be. But still, the best moments happen once you're out on the floor. Hammering away at a jury...trying your best to persuade (brainwash) the minds before him. And the reason was control.

Being in control. For better or worse, at least you've got the opportunity to be in control...on top of things. Even if you screwed up royally; at least you've got options in-that-moment. You've got options to get back on top. Get back on your feet. Get back in control. :mischievous:

Graham relied on this set of ideas. Control (and money) were the backbone of Graham Wellington's very existence. :dopey: To be in control in front of a pompous judge and whatever jury pool happened to show up was how Graham got to where he was today as an attorney; why should racing be any different?

But now, the problem. At least 50 other drivers competed that day in several "heats". Each heat lasted just 2 laps, but still, there were anywhere from 5 to 15 minutes between each heat, and during this time, no other cars were allowed on the tracks. No time for practice. :( Graham was bummed.

But the good news was that he at least made 2nd place that morning. This was good! The way GT generally was structured meant that the more success you gained, the more chances you'd have on the tracks in future races. 👍 Those who could gain just 6th place or lower (about half the drivers who showed up) were simply dismissed. :(:(:(:( Graham was happy to NOT be any of them. But the problem was: the tracks would be filled for racing all day. Additional practice runs were forbidden on the same day as a race..you only got: one practice, and one race per day, as per the GT rules.

In a flash, Graham was angry! :mad:

This came out of NOWHERE!!! :mad::mad: But it was part of what Graham was made of. This feature of his personality was part of what got him successful as an attorney...part of the reason why he always got a satisfying latte from about a dozen Starbucks randomly located throughout the Seattle area. :lol: And part of why he was never late. He insisted. Another large word in his vocabulary {other than "proactive} was insistent. He would INSIST!

Graham Wellington stormed out of the lounge, headed straight for the administration offices! Barging his way past a set of too-polite security guards, and finally finding the right elevator in a flash. Screw this..he would go straight to the top! And complain! Insist! If he had to. :dunce:

It helped that Mr. Wellington was nicely dressed in a suit and tie, carrying what looked to be a hand-stiched leather briefcase. Other than the security guards, nobody seemed to notice or care that this finely-dressed man suddenly emerged into GT office-territory! :boggled:

A group of 8 GT2 officials (4 Japanese, 3 English, and another Australian) sat at an oval-shaped table, chewing softbread, sipping tea or miso soup, and gazing out from their grand viewpoint over the Start/Finish line. All were dressed ...well....they were dressed just nicely! Just like Graham! As Graham walked in, they simply assumed...he was one of them! :lol:

Graham's anger immediately subsided. It wouldn't do him any good now...instead, he chose to blend in as best he could. Another fine courtside tactic at your service, thank you very much.

"Good day gentleman. I am Gary Wejabe from America. How do you do?" he asked to a room of quizzical stares. Of course, he wasn't actually Gary..he simply thought quickly and the pit-crew boss he met that morning was the first name that popped into his mind; ready-made for the first of a pack of lies to come!

"OH!" said one of the Japanese, completely fooled. "Sir! Do sit down! We hav-a lotsa mee-so soop. An yoo can have a bit of frat-bled if yoo rike."

Although others at the table said nothing and simply stared, Graham took advantage of the invitation and sat down. Before anyone could say "boo", Graham reached into his briefcase and opened his laptop. Professional. To-the-point. Proactive. :yuck:

"Here are the projected statistics gentlemen, all compiled and ready for viewing" Graham said as his screeen opened to the composite 14-page PowerPoint presentation he whipped up the previous evening.

"Ahhhh, projected statistics?" one of the English asked. "WHAT projected statistics?"

Graham then quickly handed each member of the staff an 8.5x11 sheet of embossed resume-grade 70# bond paper. In addition to his briefcase and nice clothes, Graham also bought a portable Canon full-color printer to Japan, so that he was able to make printouts of his dumb Excel charts. :rolleyes: And now, he handed each member of the team a printout!

"They didn't tell you? Ah..the disorganizatoin!!!" Graham threw his hands to his head for a moment. "Counterpart GT American wanted me to deliver these to simply communicate the odds an average Sunday Cup driver must face...the odds of winning, of losing, and of potential suicides down the road. Gentlemen, what we have here is going to become the finest racing organization of all time..."

"I didn't know of any stats, who is this guy?" the Aussie asked. Graham ignored him. And luckily, so did eveyrone else. :scared:



.....Anyways. Long story short. :rolleyes:

After bull-s:censored:ing for half an hour, Graham "cooked the room" (a phrase his lawyer buddies would use when they really got hold of a jury). By the end of the impromptu "meeting", Graham persuaded each member of the team that

A. He was an American, come to inform GT Japan of some new changes.

B. Of those changes, successful drivers should get more track time for practicing.

C. They should also get more money. :irked:



Well, he accomplished A and B, but C would have to wait till the big-wigs got back to them. Which might happen in a week. Or in a month. Drats!

Anyways, what happened was Graham (playing the part of an American GT official named "Gary Wejabe") convinced the 8 track administrators that a "Mr. Graham Wellington" suffered a bad case of indigestion due to his first taste of Sushi the previous evening. (At this, the Japanese laughed heartily! Stupid, crude Americans!) And Mr. Wellington should be offered additional practice runs around the track. Administration ate it up, sent an official memo to the track marshalls on the ground, and...


Graham got what he wanted. As usual. More time on the track. A total of 6 hot laps!!


He whizzed around, the throaty 2.0 liter grumbling away, holding on with whitened knuckles to his car's vibrating steering wheel.


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Pushing the car as deep into the banks as he could before needing brake-pedal assistance (brake-pedal emergency was more like it). He did good. Got the feel of the track and what he could get away with..occasionally getting slightly sideways in between the track's sharp right-hander and the following left. He found during this mid-portion of the track, it was better to leave the car in 3rd gear, rather than dropping to 2nd. :)

Graham's G20 was a stickshift, it was the most competent vehicle he could find at the Seattle dearlership; one that would also comply fully with GT2 rules. He had nothing against sticks, but as a rule Graham drove automatics on the highways. As a multi-tasking (car phone talking, latte-drinking, nosehair-clipping) driver, it paid to have as many free hands as possible, after all.

Graham promissed himself that whatever his next car would be, it would definately have a slushbox transmission! :rolleyes:


Once he could reliably make a good time around High Speed Ring (which happened to be 1:10.8xx-ish) Graham felt he was ready and pulled off-track to more stares.

The next day, he showed up again at the tracks. Before any other driver. In his suit and tie. :lol::yuck: Briefcase in hand. Although it was just 7am, back in Seattle this meant it was late afternoon, so Graham was having a heated cell-phone discussion with his wife.

Apparently, Tiffany had looked thru some of Graham's things on the home computer and found a recent link stored in its cookies (with a little help from 12-year old Princess) to something about car-racing. DAMN!!!!!! DANM DAMN DAMN!!! DAMMIT!!!! :mad::banghead:

In addition, she also called Bailey, Banks, and Buddlemeyer..who informed her that Graham had taken time off! There was no rich tycoon getting divorced by his wife! No...Graham had simply asked for time off! All of this (wife snooping around) was anticipated by Graham. And the bull-s:censored:t faucet was now turned "ON". :rolleyes:

..After squriming out of that disaster, Graham re-focused on his morning drink. :) Even though they had a Starbucks in Oyama, Graham had trouble communicating exactly how he liked his usual latte, even tho the punkish barrista spoke some English. So (for once) Graham tried something new....and was now drinking a "Chai" drink. And it wasn't bad! :dopey: Not bad at all!


THE RACE​
(finally...) :rolleyes:


Whatever was in that damn drink was good! Graham thought. Ginseng? Guarana? Graham didn't know 🤬 about Asian herbs...all he knew was now his blood was flowing, his mind focused!

At the start, Graham kept a straight line. He noticed the top 5 drivers veered off to the right, wasting a bit of momentum, so Graham didn't do this so his front wheels could gain as much traction as possible (he did know some things about how cars worked, he wasn't totally clueless!)

Just as hte first long left bank rolled under his car's 195/60R-14 radials, Graham positioned himself behind a yellow Lexus IS (with his usual ignorance, Graham neglected to realize that the car before him was actually a Toyota Altezza--the Japanese version of a Lexus). He started following the car, slip-streaming it to try and stay ahead.

He braked hard into the next left! But could gain no postion. He had now fallen to 4th place. But in the next tighty-righty, he did something amazing!!! BRAKED LATE while holding 3rd gear as he had in practice..and IMMEDIATELY found himself in conveted FIRST PlACE!!!

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The same black BMW 323 that was there the previous day now clambered sloppily into the grass behind Graham's G20 as he still held 1st place, shifting into 4th gear! The pack closed in on him into the final high-banked left, but Graham was ready, getting low into the turn, keeping his lead.





Down the straight, the yellow "Lexus" now followed Graham, passing him before the first long left. :mad: DAMN. But Graham held on to second....a yellow Civic on his tail. In the second (sharper) left, Graham did a daring move...braking late past the "Lexus", getting slightly sideways with a sudden trail-brake!! :D But holding the lead into the righty-tighty!



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Now, Ice-cream Nazi (don't ask) in his black Celica managed to sneak past the Lexus/Altezza...and followed Graham the rest of the race! ICN closed in on Graham into the final bumpy banked left...tapping the G20's left-rear panel. This upset the "entry-level luxury sedan" a bit with additinal understeer, but Graham held on...braking late again and getting just a tad better exit speed onto the straight!

...and winning by literally a hair!! :bowdown::cheers::nervous::D

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FANTASTIC!!

Seriously, that race was really thrilling. I can almost see Jim Carey portraying this bloke in a slightly lunatic style, maybe? This would make a fantastic comedy-drama, if it was ever turned into a film or tv show :D Or maybe Leslie Nielson? For the straight-faced humour aspect (see The Naked Gun/Airplane/Spy Hard/etc)

But aside from my rantings, great work!
 
Funny thing is, i did an actual GT2 Sunday Cup race last nite so i could have something to base the story on in real-time. :) Was the Sunday Cup always so intense? :boggled: Jeezus, i seem to remember blasting thru it, not struggling to keep a lead!
 
This is truly amazing. It reads like a proper story an' all! Parnelli, my hat is tipped in your direction, this is a fantastic account of a GT2 character, I feel like I know this guy and that he's been with me for ages! :dopey: Can't wait for the next story AND racing installment for the Yuppy Scum! :sly:

Joe
 
Ha! Well the scary thing is, i'm actually getting obsessed with GT2 now. :scared: i'm writing this dumb story cuz i thought it would be a fun thing to do, but now i am also getting into the game agagin! And the question is, how long can i sustain thsi story? Will i get bored with it?

This is just the beginning; there are literally dozens of journal entries, each with a little story, and they get sloppier, but the story of Yuppy Scum remained funny to me the whole time. That's what i used to do: write a silly bit to the story, then do a race, sometimes detailing my exact settings and placement in the race. 👍 So stay tuned. :)

I'll try and also get better pics up in the future. The other nite i was hurrying, took about 8 pics with my cell camera (only 4 looked decent) and then i had all sorts of problems getting the pics arranged; somehow, you can't enlarge them :indiff: So i guess in the future i'll have to mess with them in photoshop.
 
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Parnelli Bone
Ha! Well the scary thing is, i'm actually getting obsessed with GT2 now. :scared: i'm writing this dumb story cuz i thought it would be a fun thing to do, but now i am also getting into the game agagin! And the question is, how long can i sustain thsi story? Will i get bored with it?
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Don't get bored soon, the only thing keeping the GT2 forum alive is your amazing thread 👍. If you stop making these fantastic stories then we're all done for :scared::lol:.
 
Tonite i shall post a short entry. After all, it's a Saturday nite and i'm waiting for my friend to call me when he gets back from the beach. :indiff: So i'll write till he calls, basically. Then i gotta get out of here. :)

CHAPTER VI​

After Graham won at his 2nd day at High Speed Ring, the crowd went wild! :cheers:

Sunday Cup wins weren't as grand as GT or World Cup wins, but Graham got to stand on a podium and give a quick bow to the crowds before being ushered off to a tofu stand by the bleachers. But in that moment, he felt power! He felt glory!

If he were back home winning a case, Graham would give a hug to his plaintiff or defendant, and slap a few backs, but other than this, you had to keep things muted. Excessive shows of display were frowned upon, even after the case was over. :indiff: Graham (therefore) did his real celebrating in whatever upscale tavern was closest, or perhaps at Bennigans. :rolleyes: Or even Starbucks! :rolleyes:

But here at the track? Graham didn't hold back. He leapt from his Infiniti, loosened his tie, and danced around with his briefcase right in the middle of the track!!! Try and picture this. Try and picture how RIDICULOUS this looks! :lol: But Graham didn't care! He felt a bit of freedom in this moment. Might as well live a little. And little did Graham know...he didn't win $3000, he actually won $4,000. Which means he collectively won $5,500 for just 4 laps of racing! Not bad. Not bad attalll.....

His celebrating was short-lived. A young Japanese lackey ushered him from the track, laughing at the silly man dressed in Wall Street clothing. There were still several heats to finish, and Graham was holding up other drivers from getting their cars carefully into position.

As Graham walked under the pit road tunnel back to the racer's lounge, he was greeted by a group of 10 or 12 Japanese businessmen. All dressed in black suits. All shorter than Graham by an inch or 2 (Graham himself stood at just 5'6"). They approached him in a friendly manner and bowed one by one. Graham bowed back. Being a Seattle attorney, he had some experience with bowing, since he occasionally had to deal with Asian businessmen. Lawyer stuff. 💡 But now he got it all wrong. :embarrassed: He held a bow too long, and one of the men thought he was grieving. He held another too short (raising his head too sharply), which another man took as a sign of aggression. :crazy: Ah well.

Graham was just being himself, but little did he know he had jsut started a trend with his clothing and demeanor. GT1 superman Meth Hed often raced wearing Harley Davidson type clothes. The Slut sisters also tended to dress as if they had just strolled off the trailer park. All of this (while not exactly traditional racing clothes) at least fit in with the blue-collar image many amateur racers emit. GT1's wildest woman, a riot grrl named "GIRLS ROCK!" by GT's celebrity machine, had a mental breakdown and had not picked up a GT2 contract. Out of the most sucessful GT1 drivers, she dressed most colorfully.


Note: i had a couple GT1 characters who i dropped before moving to GT2. "GIRLS ROCK!" was one such character. Back in 2004, i was playing in a Portland, Oregon band myself, and (being a flaming heterosexual) probably wanted to work a riot grrl type into my game. Problem is, what does she drive?

Well, she basically drives anything that runs, is easy to manuver, is kinda funky cause she's a hopeless artist and she's painted on it or drawn on it somewhere, has never had a car wash, and needs some sort of mechanical work. In real life, this could range from anything like an old Corolla to an old Civic. If she's got more money, she might drive an old Skylark or Falcoln. And (of course) since she's in a band, she'd also occasionally drive an old van. Notice i keep saying the word "old". After a month or 2 of doing playing "GIRLS ROCK!, i had to drop her cuz in the game there's not a whole lot she can drive (except for Civics, or a Subie Impreza wagon perhaps). So she had a "mental breakdown" before giving up racing altogether.

But she woulda made a great story because she had a habit of throwing temper tantrums and crying if she lost a race. :banghead: Think "Danica Patrick" but with an emo or a punk haircut. :lol:

Needless to say, Penny "GIRLS ROCK!" Piper got to drive the coveted neon pink Civic, found in GT1 and only GT1!

As i was saying. :rolleyes: Graham started a trend early on as GT2 was becoming popular. Being a lawyer, dressed to the nines (whatever that means) he eventually would attract much attention from lawyers and businessmen all over the world, who wouldn't normally watch motorsports, but who made an exception for Graham because he was "one of them"! :yuck::ill: This only helped GT2's popularity. Anyways,..i'm getting ahead of myself. :rolleyes:

Despite Graham's un-coordinated efforts at bowing, the Japanese invited him for Saki anyways. :cheers: Back at the Takinit Alldawae Inn (get it? taking it all the way in.. ;) hee hee) Graham got drunk as hell! His usual meticulous behaviour gone as he partied! He even left his tie in his briefcase for once!

Officially, only he and one other driver (the "Ice Cream Nazi" in his black Celica SS-II) would come out as winners from this week's Sunday Cup. This means: 2 winners, about 48 losers!) :( There were other drivers who perhaps would try the Sunday Cup again, but Graham was one of the lucky ones to be "in the clear". As it were. :rolleyes:

As a hungover Graham Wellington flew home, he got a page on his organizer. What now?

Turns out, a sudden upload of cases had come to the firm (Bailey, Binks, and Buddlemeyer) and Graham was needed back ASAP. What to do?

Well, he couldn't go back home now. He was due for the third phase of the Sunday Cup in Arizona, at the "super-NASCAR" track Red Rock Speedway (the one that actual NASCAR drivers boycotted, probly because they'd be forced to turn RIGHT as well as left. :indiff:) So work would have to wait awhile.

He sent an email to his wife, who must have been worried sick about Graham...fearing he was with some Japanese geisha, or fearing he had left them altogether? Anyways, Graham cared. And as he shot off a lengthy collection of words into cyberspace (sure to melt Tiffany's troubled heart) it showed. :yuck:

During the rest of the flight, he nursed his hangover while thinking of his blue Infiniti G20. Now THIS was odd.

Never in his adult life did Graham think he'd be dreaming of such a sordid vehicle. It didn't have "dual-zone climate control" or heated 8-way adjustable power seats like his Land Rover did. It didn't have a "wraparound alpine glass roof" or a commanding view of the road like his Discovery. Instead of a 4-speed auto, Graham's Infiniti had a 5-speed manual, which (in his ignorance) Graham thought was sub-standard. :rolleyes: His Infiniti also didn't have an auto-dimming interior (nifty for all those times he got out of his car too fast and needed to see if he left his stylus behind), headlamp washers, a Harman-Kardon stereo with a 6-disc CD changer....

It didn't have the Land Rover's smooth-sailing V8 engine! In comparison, the G20's 4-banger was noisy. In fact, since Graham had ordered an officially-approved "Stage 1 Weight Reduction" be performed before racing at Tahiti, Graham's G20 didn't even have a back seat! :indiff:




..But. This didn't stop Graham from thinking....dreaming....drooling :drool: about the next time he'd see his G20. :bowdown: Matter of fact, Graham loved his Land Rover Discovery...but he couldn't remember the last time he really dreamt about it, especially in a mechanical sense.

...as Graham drifted off to sleep, he did just this. He dreamt of his blue 1991 Infiniti G20. And the next time he'd be able to drive it again.
 
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Haha, nice one Parnelli. IF you ever need like a consultant for the Japanese bits of the story, just hit me up, my highest GCSE grade was in Japanese :)
sorry if that sounded like i was bragging. i just meant like if you want to add a little more authentic japanese-ness to it, i know a fair bit about the language and culture and so on.
Great work still! its interesting to see him develop out of his lawyer persona and embrace the racing world :)
 
Falcon787B
Haha, nice one Parnelli. IF you ever need like a consultant for the Japanese bits of the story, just hit me up, my highest GCSE grade was in Japanese :)
sorry if that sounded like i was bragging. i just meant like if you want to add a little more authentic japanese-ness to it, i know a fair bit about the language and culture and so on.
Great work still! its interesting to see him develop out of his lawyer persona and embrace the racing world :)
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Yeah, no problem. I've read a few things about how Stephen King works. If he needs some advice about cop stuff, he'll go ask the constable in his town for instance. This is supposed to be a silly story, tho..i'm sure there will be lots of mistakes along the way. :dunce:
 
Later that evening: raced at Red Rocks, in Colorado. or is it Nevada? ANyways, I finally came in first and beat th eSunday Cup series. Now Yuppy can go see Europe, which is what any red-blooded, green pocketed yuppy Anerican would want to do. celebrated the win with a new Lawnmower, but also sports car tires + some new wheels from Finkel.

Yes, that's right. I got some new wheels from "Finkel" after winning the Sunday Cup. :dunce: See, i was really new to automotive terms and whatnot. Notice i also seem confused whether Red Rock Speedway is supposed to be in Nevada or Colorado. Sheesh, couldn't i tell it's supposed to be Arizona? :sarcasm:

I apparently had several tries at Red Rock a few years back (but didn't write about them) before i won. This time, it only took me 2 tries to win here. I used to wonder why everyone complained about "rubber band Ai" in GT2...now i know. :crazy: The racing is intense; but not very realisitc since the Ai tends to swarm around you, but never gets too far ahead or too far behind. And if you get a good pass and wind up with a good lead, you can bet the Ai will catch you on the straight no matter what...so it pays to really be good at out-cornering them. 💡

CHAPTER VII​

Graham felt bad about what he was doing...but he also felt great about it; like a kid who does well in school but can't help cutting class .....just this once. :scared:

As the jetliner/cargo plane landed and unloaded passengers, baggage, and several cars, and a smiling GT official ran up to greet them, make sure all drivers had everything they needed, Graham smiled back. He felt good. THIS was where he belonged.

It was late April, so Phoenix was still a couple months away from triple-digit weather. In fact, the air was cool and overcast, sort of as it had been in Japan.

The scene here in Arizona was similar to the one in Japan: he would be put up for several days in a 3-star hotel (just a Best Western, but hell, one couldn't be too picky when someone else was paying for everything). There were about 50 drivers who would all get a chance to practice a few laps before racing around the giant track. There would be many losers and few winners. Graham pictured himself being one of the winners, of course.

Being a west-coast native (where even the staunchest yuppies of the land might eventually get caught up in something "New Agey") Graham had taken a week-long "Encounter Seminar" in his early 20's. The class, aimed at professional types who need to get back in touch with their "inner child" :yuck:, took Graham and 14 others from an stale, office-like environment visualizing a goal (Graham pictured money) to
 
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ty00123
It's Ok, happens to me all the time. (Probably why I hate English assignments. :lol:)
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Ha! Funny, aint it how it works? Well so far, all those chapters pretty much wrote themselves, with the exception of the one where Graham meets the Australian pit crew worker. I struggled with that one a bit, but it came out alrite. But right now the faucet has almost completely turned "off". :grumpy:
 
Kingofweasles
Hell, if Parnelli doesn't mind, i'd like to start a GT2 story of my own!
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Please! you don't even have to ask. Take up my slack! I've got alot of good ideas now for my story, but i' m in hte middle of partying (laborday weekend) and also changing my website.

But be my guest, i was hoping someone else would write something.
 
In the shadows of a darkened room, the only light source a set of soft track fluorescents hidden behind a row of potted plants, a man sat back in his customized easy chair. Before him, a desk. Uncluttered, except for a rather simple conference phone, a set of chrome hand-massage balls, an ink blotter, and an old-fashioned fountain pen that was strictly for show and never got used.. you would never think a man with such a simple desk could command so much and so far.

The man enjoyed the solitude of his office, smiled as he thought of his empire sprawling out all over the world. Things were in place. Roots were well dug-in and would soon sprout into a brand-new forest. One like the world had never seen before.

His day was full of meetings. Schedules. Late-comers. Secretaries. Lawyers. Cars. Setting regulations at various tracks and for various new guidelines. More cars. Which cars should be legal? Which have not been approved? How should drivers, crew-workers, celebrity diggers, be paid? How to organize what was inherently a rather dis-organized and even chaotic organization.

For all these reasons, the man chose to have a few moments each day just like this one. Phone turned off. Cell phone turned off. Track lites on. No music. Hold all visitors. Just silence. He believed it was in these moments of silence that he really got things done. In fact, it was proven that without meditation-time, the average thinker remained just that: average. It was in one of these moments of silence some years earlier that a rather nonchalant thought entered his mind; a thought that was now very much a reality.

Though very few knew about the true inner workings of the GT federation of racing, soon the man at the desk would reveal the truth. Soon.
 
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orimarc
Wow...come on, what is the truth? I can't wait! You are so effin' bad with us...
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No, i just got to bed really late last nite! and i wanted to at least start one of the sub plots i thought of this weekend. I could have written all nite if i wanted to, but problem is i gotta be at work by 7:30am est/American time.
 

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