The Story of a Racing Generation Chapter 5: Checking In

[Tonystew42]

The Story of a Racing Generation​

Chapter 1: Getting to Know Your Characters, Part 1​

Toll booth officer: Passes please.
Chris: Yeah yeah.
TBO: Can I see some identification?
Chris: I’m on the time list in the lounge.
TBO: Where on there can I find you?
Sam: 30 spots ahead of you.
TBO: not for long... Very well then.

As we entered the track, I managed to get a whiff of the beautiful smell of the Kentucky forest before the even sweeter smell of exhaust took over.

Wait, you don’t even know who we are, do you? Well, as the title suggests, this chapter can be your manual for the currently unplanned events to come. No, not can, WILL. As you probably noticed, my name is Chris. Chris Schmitt to be exact. I’m 17, have had my driving license revoked twice, and currently hold the records for top speed on I-75 without getting arrested, and top speed with getting arrested. Thankfully with minors, they only drive you to your parents’ house with a warning. My dad then scolds me while the police officer watches, then once he leaves, he high-fives me and we celebrate with DQ Blizzards.

But I also hold the fastest lap time for my HP group at Deep Forest Raceway. Yep, the 100-170 HP group, and all the groups for that matter, haven’t been the same since I showed up in my G20.

The first day I showed up, I was .1 seconds off the top time, and I currently rein on top by a whopping 4 seconds, and my time even beats a few of the 300 HP laps. Fortunately, that doesn’t include Sam, or I'd be doing laps in a tricycle.

Ah, Sam. I remember when we first met. It was a normal 2nd grade day on the playground… *trippy flashback music playing*

Me: I’m telling you Josh, the F40 is WAY better than any Diablo.
Josh: Uh dude, the new girl’s behind you.
*turns around* Me: What are you doing in a conversation about cars, Sam?
Sam: Just telling you that the Diablo is better.
Me: Why? Did a pink one come with your Barbie Beach House?
Sam: Wanna tell that to my fist?
Me: Since when did a girl know how to make a fist?
Sam: Since now!

After getting socked in the face, I decided to break the laws of nature and fight a girl. More laws were broken as I lost the fight and resorted to rolling into a ball until the teacher came over to get her off me. After a couple calls home, my dad and her dad came to school and arrived at the same time. The difference? Mine came in a race-modified Quattro. Hers came in a limo. That’s how I learned that her dad is a multi-millionaire. He was just seconds away from suing my dad, when Sam interjected saying “It was just fun Daddy”. We’ve been friends ever since. With Sam anyway. Her dad still hates me.

Although she's a bit of a smartypants off the track, on it she's a queen. Her weapon of choice is a Lancer Evo. V tuned to 310 HP and, dare I say it, near perfection.

Even though she's on the low end of her performance group, she's at the top of the leaderboards behind only a couple of Skylines. One of which is my friend Josh.

My friendship with Josh is how most start. We met in kindergarten, spent our first recess smashing the heads off the animal crackers, then scattered them and laughed as birds came down to eat lions and hippos. When I found out he was into cars, our fates were sealed. As to how he got a MNP III, no one really knows. All I care is that it looks cool. What? Are you expecting some philosophical description from me? I'm 17 for God's sake. Sheesh.

Compared to the two, I seem like a pathetic little kid car-wise, but it's hard to fill up the tank every week with the money me and my dad have, much less buy anything head-turning.

To be continued...​

It's not finished yet as you can tell, I plan on taking the pictures tonight and uploading them along with posting part 2 tomorrow, depending on how long this episode of Barrett Jackson lasts. Don't worry, I plan on posting a new chapter every couple days, and by the end of the week, there'll be some action. The only reason I'm posting half a chapter is because this was something I'd been planning for a while, but never got around to, but now I have stopped my procrastination and can get on with my life not feeling guilty! Any constructive criticism would be welcome.

 

[SVX]

Really good start, Tonystew!

 

[Daniel]

Please keep the humour in this story, it's great 👍

 

[DK]

I like it so far, but why no pictures?

 

[Tonystew42]

I don't have pics because my PS3 was being a pain, Barrett Jackson was consuming my attention span, and I wanted to get people's opinions. Plus I've found out that a couple of the pics will require GT4, so it would take more time than planned. I can assure you that they are coming tonight though.

 

[Crumpet]

Very nice, liking it so far!

 

[Tonystew42]

Sorry for the double post, just wanted to let you know that pictures have been posted, and I currently have Chapter 2 written, but schoolwork halted the progress of pics. I will let you know however that it's mainly a history of his dad and how things are like they are.

 

[Spacegoat]

Very good mate.👍

Looking forward to the future chapters.

 

[qczhao]

the writing is good, but you really need to learn how to take nicer photos. read the guide in the photomode section for some tips!

 

[Tonystew42]

Chapter 2: Getting to Know Your Characters, Part 2​

Compared to the two, I seem like a pathetic little kid car-wise, but it's hard to fill up the tank every week with the money me and my dad have, much less buy anything head-turning.

Sometime back in the ‘60s, my dad, aka Pops, started doing odd jobs around town to get enough money for a used car. After a while, he finally did. As he was skimming around the car dealer, looking at NASCARs, RUFs, JGTCs, and all sorts of cars not made for another 40 years, he finally found a car from his era.

At least that’s how he told it, but I probably should have asked him sometime other than after he got a DUI. Anyway, he said that he thought it was ugly and slow, but he saw something even more important than the two in it. Opportunity. He bought it straight away, and barely had enough money left over to get fuel to drive her home. After a couple weeks of working, he finally had enough money to pay the entrance fee for a weekly one-make race around the town’s new track.

How all those S500s found themselves in Kentucky is beyond me, but Pops cleaned up the place.

His ultimate dream was to drive the little Honda into a Japanese air base and wreak havoc, but hey, that kind of thought was normal in the ‘60s. After a few years, he got an endorsement deal with Goodyear, and his signing bonus put the icing on the money cake, and he had enough money to get the hottest thing on the market.

And just in time too. The S500 was well past its prime, and muscle cars were all the rage, so needless to say, he could always find a race somewhere. By now, he had enough money to start traveling across state lines to do races, and his contract actually stated that he had to. He couldn’t have been happier. He did races at Trial Mountain, the old Seattle Circuit street course, and even Laguna Seca. But his big break came in the late ‘80s when Goodyear sent him to Monza.

They said it was the biggest muscle car gathering of its time. People from all across the US, and even some international stars that were driving American muscle for the first time, were gathered for a week-long tournament. But the pressure didn’t stop Dad. Of the over 200 contestants, he made it to the final 12, beating out superstars like Ricky Rudd, Davey Allison, and a bunch of foreign guys us Americans don’t care know about. One of those includes a pissed off 20 year old Asian, who spun out on the first lap of the semi-final. According to Pops, on the replay, he screamed a fury of cuss words, then looked directly at the camera and said something in Japanese that translated to, “One day, the world will know my name, for I shall make a challenge that will eat you alive, but your egos will still draw you towards. I shall call it, VETTEL cheese taco pants!!” Yeah, Google Translate wasn’t too good back then. Or any time for that matter.

But it was the day of the final that his life changed forever.

He lost. No one knows how for sure, but they say the car rocketed up to the front at the last turn, and blazed past the finish line. Some people say it was NOS, but apparently all the world’s supplies vanished on November 24. Anyway, it was the driver, not the loss that changed his life. For in that car, was a little person I call Mom. Pops didn’t find out until after the post-race ceremonies, when she walked up to say hi. He thought she was one of the chicks who brings out the trophies, so he tried to hit on her. She slapped him for being sexist. He slapped her to remind her who the man in the situation was. Love blossomed. They spent the next couple months in Europe, and raced together on the Nurburgring, Sarthe, and had drag races on the Autobahn. After she did the PIT maneuver on a ricer, he decided it was time to propose. Because how do you get more romantic than front row seats to the 24 Hours of Le Mans? That’s what I thought you’d say, and yes, the ring actually WAS a miniature tire with a gem in the middle. It’s amazing how us car geeks think alike, isn’t it?

Anyway, she said yes, and they say the drivers had tears in their eyes for the next couple laps. Although she lived in California, she went straight back to Kentucky with Pops. Unfortunately, since he wasn’t around doing the races he was supposed to do, Goodyear sued Pops for the money they paid him. Since he spent most of his money on the ring, expecting to be able to come back to life as normal, they had to sell both their cars and buy a G20. Sound familiar? Basically, they had to go back to the drawing board.

They still did the weekly races, but they weren’t getting a better car anytime soon, and they needed some money desperately, because Mom was pregnant. Yep, my Mom raced even when she was pregnant. Granted, she wasn’t going too fast, but a race is a race. But one day, all that would change.

Pops was just reading an article in the paper about how Japan upped security around their bases, when he saw his next big opportunity.

The ’82 Audi Quattro. It was in perfect condition, not a scratch in sight. Plus, it was even cheaper than the G20 was. Without hesitation, he called the number, and within 5 minutes, the owner was down there, and before he knew what was happening, Pops handed him the 8K for the car, got the keys, and drove out. He didn’t even bother to check the Car Fox. When he got home, he got a call that made him set the OLD I-75 record.

His wife was in labor. He didn’t arrive in time to see me being born, although from what I’ve heard, that’s a good thing. He spent the next few days with her at the hospital, and they never talked about racing or cars, just about that they were now a family. It wasn’t until they were given the green light to take me home that Pops broke the news about the Quattro. At first, Mom was pretty chill about it, and didn’t really care. But the next morning, Papa found an empty bedside and a letter that read:

Dear John,

I can’t believe you! You spent most of the money in our bank account, and for what, another toy for you? When I found out about Chris, I realized that we couldn’t go on like we were. We can’t go risking our lives every day when we have a child that relies on us. I was hoping reality would hit you soon enough, but when you spent all the money we had for raising our baby, I couldn’t take it anymore. You can keep your damned cars, they mean nothing to me anymore. I hope you take good care of Chris, and make sure to tell him our story, so that he won’t make the same mistake.

Shannon

Of course, he didn’t tell this to me right away. At first, he told me she left to go work at the butterfly farm. But after Goldy, Max, Lucky, Peter, and Goldy II all left for this place of wonder, I asked what really happened. But as you can guess, Dad raised me just fine, and just like him.

Every weekend, all four of us head over to Deep Forest to do some laps and cheer each other on when we enter a race. And I do mean every week. Even if my car is in the repair shop.

The people at Enterprise weren’t too happy when they got it back, but they’re the idiots who put Comfort Hards on it! And the only thing that kept the track staff from banning me for wrecking their best camera was the fact that I was one of their best drivers.

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Now that you know our stories, it’s time we get to action. Before we had all the flashbacks, we had just entered the track. What laid beyond those familiar doors will start this story.

 

[DK]

Nice chapter Tonystew. 👍

 

[Tamtalizied]

Love it!! Great story!!

 

[Daniel]

Great story, Tony! It's funny and easy to read 👍

 

[Mac K]

Cool story, its very creative.

 

[Tonystew42]

Chapter 3: The Experience​

As we entered the track through the tunnel, we were met with a long line of cars, stretching all the way up to the emergency parking garage. It hasn’t been used in over a decade, since the regular parking lot can fit the entire town. Something big was happening. As we inched out way up, I recognized a familiar face, and pulled out the list of insults I keep in the glove box, for directing the traffic was the town ricer, Jimmy Ramirez. He had a Civic that was more rice than a poor Chinese farmer. He lost it in a pink slip race a few months ago, and has been working minimum wage at the track ever since.

“Did it hurt when you fell from Heaven, Jimmy?”

“Well, uh, that’s a bit out of an out of character thing for you to say, Chris.”

“…because your face looks screwed up.”

“Well har-dee-har. Just remember, God’s watching.”

“Sure you don’t mean Santa?”

“Just go, you’re holding the line up.”

”Fine. Jeez, who crapped in your cornflakes?”

As I drove around, looking for an open space, I realized how big of a deal this is. I saw RVs with people spraying on sunscreen, and license plates from as far away as Pennsylvania. If I want to know what’s going on, I’ll have to talk with Josh. He’s got the events calendar memorized, and I know all these people didn’t show up to see me. Once I made my way to the far side of the garage, I found a spot and hopped out of my car as Josh pulled up next to me.

“What’s going on? I know some of these people showed up to see me, but not this many!”

"How could you forget! B.I.T.C.H. came to town!”

“WHAT?!”

"B.I.T.C.H. Bringing International Touring Championships Home. They have events at small tracks all across the U.S., introducing people to foreign series like the Australian V8 Supercars, DTM, and I heard they even had an F1 presentation at Infineon, and for 1 day only, they’re holding a JGTC race here!”

“So no one’s going to want my autograph?”

"'Fraid not.”

“Bummer. Ah well, at least I can get some autographs from the JGTC drivers!”

“‘Fraid not. They actually hire racers from across the country to drive, not the actual drivers themselves.”

“Well this sucks. I’ve lost a week of practice, and I have a bad feeling that I’m going to have to sit by some fat, shirtless, welfare-loving hog.”

"You could always leave.”

“Oh God no, I couldn’t go back through that line in a tank, much less this little thing.”

"I don’t know, I saw a lot of SUVs and pick-ups, you may be able to drive under them.”

“Whatever. Ugh, I can already hear the horns blaring.”

"Does it help if I hear them too?"

“What do you mean?”

“I mean that I hear them too! You don’t think…”

“Great, what did she do now.”

“Let’s go see. Wait, never mind, here comes Sam.”

As she pulled into a space a couple rows down, we went over to see what she did to piss off the whole county.

“I see you’re popular now. What did you do to earn such respect? /sarcasm”

“Hey, if Jimmy wants to be a pain, I’ll treat him like one.”

“Whatever. Let’s find our seats in the stands before a pissed soccer mom decides to show up.”

When we found some seats, I was relieved to see that I was able to sit next to Sam and Josh, and not the hog Josh is by. As the cars lined up on the grid, I saw a variety of cars, some older versions, others new.

Sorry for the poor quality, I couldn’t focus with Josh constantly nudging me, pointing out all the cars, who drove them, what place they finished in the championship that year, which ones are his favorite, who’s autographs he has, you get the picture.

“So why did everyone come? There aren’t too many racing fans around here.”

“Once the race is over, they’re going to choose five people from the stands to ride shotgun for five laps, and one person to drive one of the cars for 10 guided laps!”

“Are you sure that’s why?”

“No, it’s because the flyers said it was like Japan’s NASCAR.”

“Gotta love rednecks.”

“Wait, where’s Pops? He’s missing out!”

“He drove up to Indianapolis this morning to see the Indy 500.”

“THE INDY 500!? WHY ARE WE HERE THEN?”

“Because Indy doesn’t tie into the plot.”

After the US and Japanese national anthems, the race began. It was between the Xanavi Hiroto Skyline and the Raybrig NSX for most of the race. I don’t know how it turned out though, because it turned into a fuel mileage race, and I decided playing Farmville on my iPod was a better use of time than watching the race. According to Sam, the Xanavi Hiroto won. After most of the cars went to the infield, the event manager went out on the track with a microphone andeveryone pulled out their tickets to see who would win the shotgun laps.

“Uh Josh, we don’t have tickets.”

“Don’t worry, they put the numbers on the season passes into the drawing too.”

They did the raffle, and although none of us won, the guy next to Josh won, so he was freed from the constant smell of chili dogs and Fritos. Unfortunately, once his laps were over and his car was slowing down, he threw up all the way down pit lane. Have you ever seen barf flying at 70 mph? Don’t. Luckily they took him to the infield care center and not back to the grand stands. After they got some people to start cleaning that up, the event manager went out on the starting lane to announce who gets to drive one of the cars.

“And the lucky one who gets to drive one of these bad boys is ticket number 8075-…”

“Yes”

“…5Z2U-…”

“Yes”

“…9TY1”

“YES!”

“…1”

“Son of a bitch.”

“Whoops, that’s a printer error, there is no second 1.”

“YES!”

*points at Chris* “You sir, come on down!”

As I raced down the stairs, I was met with a wave of applause and cheers, and it only got louder as I approached the car.

“So, have you driven something like this before?”

“Um, not exactly.”

“Well, what’s the car you usually drive?”

“Can you lean in closer to me?”

“Sure.”

“A G20.”

“Oh God, are you sure you’re up for this? I think one of the staff has a Civic you can drive around instead of the JGTC.”

“I think I can handle it.”

They said I could use any of the cars they had there, so I chose the Castrol Tom’s Supra ’97, and the person who’d be guiding me chose the YellowHat GTR. After they strapped me in, got all the safety equipment hooked up, and closed the net, I heard the other driver over the radio.

(if you see *, it means it was said over the radio, so use a radio voice when you read it, otherwise the effect goes to waste)

*“Alright, here’s how it’ll go. We’ll take it slow on the off lap to let you get a feel for the car, and then you can go all-out for the last nine laps. And remember, this is a regulation JGTC racecar, so it goes just fast as one.”

*“OK, let’s do this.”

We took the out lap slow and easy, never going much over 80 mph, although he let me floor it on the back straight. We were about to round the last turn when he said,

*“Once we get on the front straight, we’re going full-speed racing. And remember, don’t wreck it.”

*“I’ll try not to.”

Once I said that, he took off as if he were a road runner and I was Wile E. Coyote. Unfortunately for the poor bird, my Acme rockets didn’t blow up in my face this time, and I took advantage.

*“Holy crap, you’re not just some tourist!”

*“Nope”

The following laps were the most intense of my life. I was used to FF cars, and something with that much power wasn’t in my vocabulary. Plus, the other racer was the best I’d ever been against, and I could tell the crowd was enjoying every second of it. One lap I’d be leading across the line, the next him, then me, etc. That went on the whole 8 laps, and neither of us had a lead bigger than a second. It all came down to the last lap, with me half a second behind him.

I out-braked him going into the first turn, but I waited too late, and took the turn wide.

I used his draft to reel him in going up the hill and through the 180.

I was right on his tail going downhill, and pulled beside him on the back straight.

It all came down to the last turn. I was putting the pressure on him all through the race, and now he finally cracked. He went in too fast, causing his exit to be slow, letting me take the win.

And since doing donuts in a racecar was on my list of stuff to do before I retire, I took advantage of the situation.

As I pulled into the now barf-free pit lane and turned off the engine, I was met with more cheers and applause than the beginning of an episode of Conan. I saw the manager of the event jump over the pit wall and come running to me, with his suit and tie on, in such a way that made me think I was in a commercial for Edward Jones.

“I don’t believe it! No one in BITCH’s history has won this race! I didn’t think I’d ever do this, but here’s your 20 grand!”

*looks at check* “I get a prize for winning?”

“Of course, why do you think everyone’s here?”

“Because the flyers said… nevermind.”

I saw Sam and Josh running across the track from the grand stands, and went to see why Josh left out the insignificant little detail of winning 20 grand.

“Why exactly did you leave out the part about money, Josh?’

“Because I knew that would pressure you into messing up.”

“You’ve got a point.”

“Yes, yes he does. Now if you’ll excuse us, we need to get a closer look at those JGTC cars.”

As they took off, yet another person came running up to me, only this one in a racing suit, holding a helmet.

“I don’t think I’ve introduced myself yet, I’m Alan Schnobrich. I don’t know what you normally race in, but I can tell you race. I heard that Dunlop Racing is looking for drivers in their street car teams. I used to race there, and if you’re interested, I can put in a good word for you.”

“I’m not sure. What leagues do they race in?”

“They have teams from low hp FF cars, all the way up to exotics.”

“I’m hooked. Where can I go to sign up?”

“That’s the problem. Their HQ is in Atlanta, and their deadline is next week.”

“That’s no prob. I just need to make sure my friends are cool with this"

“We are.”

“Were you guys right behind me this whole time?”

“Yep. So, are we going to Georgia or not?”

“I say we are.”

 

[Crumpet]

Good job on Chapter 3.

 

[Apok]

Great chapter! Can't wait for the next one.
This is the stage where the story gets really interesting. 👍

hopefully.

 

[Daniel]

“And the lucky one who gets to drive one of these bad boys is ticket number 8075-…”
“Yes”
“…5Z2U-…”
“Yes”
“…9TY1”
“YES!”
“…1”
“Son of a bitch.”
“Whoops, that’s a printer error, there is no second 1.”
“YES!”

!
Favourite part of the chapter. I lol'd. Tony, this is going to be a great read 👍

 

[DK]

I lol'd when I read the bit about the redneck puking at 70mph. 👍

 

[SVX]

Awesome chapter!

 

[Tonystew42]

I'm sorry to announce that progress on this story has come to an abrupt halt. My PS3 YLODed a couple hours ago, which means that all my progress, and more importantly, the cars from the story have been wiped out. PLUS I lost my Stealth AMG (although I think you can reuse those codes, does anyone know?). I may continue writing chapters, but I won't be posting them until I get all the current cars from the story back, which may take up to a couple weeks. I should get a new PS3 Monday, and any help getting the cars back would be GREATLY appreciated by both me and the community.

 

[Brush Guy]

Please don't stop this midway.

 

[Tonystew42]

I'm not, in fact I've almost got chapter 4 written up, I just made that post to ask if anyone could donate the four characters' cars so that I can get pictures. I probably should have worded that post a bit better though, but oh well.

 

[Tonystew42]

Chapter 3.5: As if Nothing Happened​

“Oh crap, they’re getting in!”

“If you knew how to shoot a gun this wouldn’t be happening.”

“Whatever, it’s ok. They’re not coming anymo- crap, I see more coming already!”

“Don’t worry, just board up the windows and get into the next room.”

“You act as if this is normal!”

“That’s because in my life it is. Now get that shotgun off the wall.”

“I don’t know Chris, can’t you just kill them all and I hide in a corner?”

“Um, NO”

“Whatever. AAAAAAAHHHHHH THEY’VE GOT ME SURROUNDED!”

“Don’t worry, I can fight these guys off. Wait - AAAAAGGGHHHHHH THEY FRICKEN SLAPPED ME!”

GAME OVER: YOU SURVIVED 4 ROUNDS

“Sam.”

“Yes?”

“You stink at playing Nazi Zombies.”

“Would you two quit screwing around and call your dad already?!”

Oh yeah, I forgot about that. Just to clear out any confusion, we’re at my apartment. Sam and Josh both have their own places, but because of our low income, me and my dad could only afford to rent together.

“Let’s see here, what was Dad’s cell? Oh yeah, 867-5309.”

“How does he live with all the prank callers?”

“Whenever he gets one, he says in an official sounding voice ‘This is the terrorism department of the FBI, your call is currently being tracked. Do you have the names of any suspected terrorists or leads on terrorist organizations?’. He only had to deal with them for a couple weeks before word got out, but he says he misses being able to hear the teenagers crap their pants.”

“It’s hard to believe this is the man who got you some Hot Wheels cars for your 16th birthday.”

“YOU SHUT UP RIGHT NOW. YOU KNOW THAT HE MIXED UP MY PRESENTS WITH MY COUSIN’S.”

“Just call the man.”

“*beeeeeep beeeeeeep beeeeeep* Hello?”

“Hey Pops. You know that JGTC race earlier today?”

“You mean the fake?”

“Yeah, that one. They drew my ticket number to drive one of the racecars.”

“So, what’s the repair bill?”

“Would you just shut up and listen! I won the race, along with 20 big ones.”

“Well I’ll be dang. I may have to stop by and check it out on my way down to Charlotte.”

“If I was you, I’d divert your course to Atlanta and let us come along for the ride. I got a recommendation from one of the drivers to sign up with Dunlop’s racing team.”

“Holy crap son! This means you finally won your race against Sam to get into a team first!”

“Sorry to burst your bubble, but he said we should all check out the teams they have.”

“So you… tied? But then, do you have to buy the tampons, or does she have to buy the XL condoms?”

“Neither, Dad.”

“Can we at least make Josh buy both?”

“I think we should make a certain 60-year-old buy them after that little outburst.”

“As much as I hate George Bush, wouldn’t that be a bit cruel to the poor man?”

“QUIT IT WITH THE JOKES!”

“What she said.”

“Fine. I’ll be back in a couple hours, and there better be a celebratory cake when I get there.”

“Alright. Adios.” *puts down phone*

“So, what’s the news?”

“Well, we have a couple hours to buy a cake and resist the urge to eat it.”

“Nah, we can eat it, we just need to save a couple corner pieces for Pops.”

“Wait, what’s the point of this chapter?”

“To get the band back together I guess, or maybe to let the readers know that the author isn’t dead.”

“So this chapter is just a filler?”

“Yep.”

“So this is how we’re going to leave it? Letting people think we’ll go to Georgia for the second chapter in a row?”

“Yep. I CALL DEMPSEY!”

“I’ll be-“

“Sam, no. You suck at Zombies.”

 

[Ryou]

I think I have a Midnight Purple Skyline to donate.

 

[Tonystew42]

Thank you SO much! I'll add you as soon as I can get back on my brand-spanking-new PS3.

 

[Ryou]

Terribly sorry, I don't have the Skyline (Thought I did), but I do have an S500 and that Pickup truck.

 

[Apok]

I have a MNP skyline I can send your way. Add my PSN and I'll send it over.

 

[Tonystew42]

SuperGTRacer: Sorry to hear that. The S500 was for a flashback, and although I may bring it back in the future, it'll probably show up in my UCD by then. And the pickup was just for the Enterprise joke. lol

Apokalipse: Thanks! I'll add you once I can get on!

 

[oopssorryy]

I'm pretty sure you can use the code again. Usually you can download something like that four times. At least that's the way it works with download able games, like Savage Moon or Wipeout, work. Great story by the way!