Chapter 13 - Replacement
I was depressed. My dream car, a race-prepped FC3S, was gone. Sold as scrap for 3 million yen, to some guy who planned to repair it and use it for drifting. The hours crawled by, slowly. Hours became days, and my school called my mom about it. I knew I had really 🤬 up. Besides, my mom was told that I was missing "important lessons". Well, come on, you're not going to need algebra to be a race driver...are you? I was living off a 24-pack of Coke and two 225g bags of Doritos that I had under my bed. I was staring into space for hours. Finally, my parents offered me an ultimatum. Get out, or never race again. Well, I had a third option - jump out my window and hope someone threw out an old mattress at the very spot where I would land. Well, come on, I'm not suicidal. I got out of my room. Dad said,
- "Son, my friend...he has a replacement car for you."
- "No! Please, no more racing! Settle down! Get a normal job! You don't have to do this!"
- "Do what, Mom? Chase my dream?!"
- "Talk to him, Ryo. Talk him out of it!"
- "I don't want a desk job! I don't want to be Mr. No Fun!"
- "Keiko, this is what he wants. To race."
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The following Saturday...
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- "Here we are, Grand Valley Speedway, owned by Nissan."
I saw the car I was meant to drive. A Nissan Skyline GT-R R32, in its Calsonic paint-job glory.
- "How's the car?"
- "Meh...haven't seen what it can do."
- "Argh...terrible understeer!"
- "Dad...I don't think it will work!"
Dad was holding out for some success from the GT-R. It was as obvious as someone writing "This is graffiti" on a wall.
The car was in its teens. For crying out loud, it was nearly my age!
- "Give it another lap!"
Then, at turn 2, I drifted!
At the Sato S (named after Dad, obviously), it was starting to get out of hand.
Great if your name was Keichii Tsuchiya, not great against JGTC cars...
- "🤬!"
I barely rescued it from the wall. In fact, I think I actually came into contact with it for a few fractions of a second.
Sure, as this photo taken at the Hunasuke S will prove, it was fun, but completely useless against modern JGTC cars.
I came in bitterly disappointed.
- "I thought...it could win."
Dad, despite having the patience of a Buddhist monk, was angry.
- "Jun'itsu! Anata wa watashi no kotei sa re ta burēki to itsu ta daro u!"(Junichi! You told me the brakes were fixed!)
I had a brainwave.
- "Dad, what about the RX-7?!"
- "Fain, jun'itsu no baai wa, RX-7no rēsu yō ni setto appu suru koto ga deki masu, anata no shigoto wo tsuzukeru."(Fine, Junichi, if you can set up the RX-7 for a race, you keep your job.)
Dad sent me out in the RX-7 the following morning.
- "Holy crap! No wheelspin!"
Sure, at the Hunasuke S, it went crazy, but that's because I braked too hard.
- "Wow, what a nice view."
This was no time to get distracted.
2nd time around the Hunasuke S, and no incidents.
- "I love this car!"
- "Such grip..."
The car was perfectly balanced. Well, to be honest, RX-7s are known to have a very even weight distribution.
But I almost hit the pit wall on my way back to the pits.
- "So, how's the car?"
- "Perfect!"
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Don't miss Chapter 14 - A New Challenger
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P.S. - I don't mean the muscle car.