The Story of a Racing Generation Chapter 5: Checking In

[Tonystew42]

I'm back! I'm sorry for being inactive for so long, but the circumstances for me being gone were out of my control. But in the last few months, I've gotten a new PS3, upgraded internet (which means I'll be doing races with people in the communtiy to get some of my pictures!), and a new laptop, which means I can lounge around in my bedroom over Summer Vacation and type some stuff up!

note- The pictures included in this chapter are not mine, and belong to their respective owner.

Chapter 4: Back From the Repo Yard​

“That was the worst cake I’ve ever had!”

“You could have been a bit more specific over the phone!”

“You know I hate angel food cake! And why was ‘Happy birthday, Irma!’ on it?!”

“That’s why it was half-off!”

“Guys, quit arguing and get on your toes, our exit should be coming up soon.”

“Isn’t that it there?”

“No, that’s just a redneck driving off into the woods.”

“Cue the jokes.”

“NO. After the last half chapter, most people probably think this is all some sort of joke instead of a serious, action-filled story.”

“Dude, most people think we’re dead.”

As we drove on, we realized that it was our exit, and remembered that we’re in the south, where the majority of people vote Larry the Cable Guy for President, and indoor plumbing is considered magic. Eventually we found our way to Atlanta, where the traffic got heavier, our fighting got more intense, and our gas from our stop at a Taco Bell in Tennessee became unstoppable. Then we learned that their HQ was located in the woods outside of the city, so we had to squirm our way back out. Eventually though, we found the Dunlop arch that marks the entrance to their racing grounds.

This place was absolutely AMAZING. The complex was located near a lake, and the main building was brand new, complete with that new car smell. Maybe that was just me imagining the car that would replace the piece of crap I was in. Anyway, the most impressive thing had to be their test track. It wound through the forest and rocks, with a long back straight, and a beautiful view of the lake, with what appeared to be the Loch Ness monster in it. They also had a wide range of cars for driving, so I won’t have to make my first impression in my G20. But the icing on the cake was their smoothie bar. Not the Irma icing, but the frosting around the edge that you always save for last. Yes, in the cake of life, this was the corner piece that everyone fights over.

As we pulled up to the front doors, we saw that there was a valet. We were about to laugh our heads off, when we saw that he had a racing helmet and suit, and that there were a bunch of skid marks. Then I realized that he was going to laugh HIS head off when he sees what I’m driving. Oops, too late to turn around, he’s already on the floor.

“These guys are serious, aren’t they?”

“Compared to this chapter so far, very.”

We got to the guy, and something seemed awfully familiar about him, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“I’m sorry sir, but we have a strict ‘no Matchbox cars’ rule here.”

“Ha ha. I haven’t heard that since the last red light we came to.”

“Wait a sec, that voice, could it be…”

“You bet lil’ bro.”

*gives Pops a noogie*

“Oh my God, it’s Uncle Dave!”

 

[Ryou]

Nice to see this Fan Fiction coming back. Keep it up

 

[Tonystew42]

Sorry about that, the enter button went a bit wonkers there. Will be fixed in a minute or two.

Edit: All better now!

 

[gogatrs]

Very good!
My Mom used that happy birthday Irma joke on my dad once.

 

[uMadson?]

Cool story bro.

Surprised to see someone driving a G20, not a lot of people would feature characters driving ordinary cars. Anyway, I like your story.

 

[DK]

Nice to see you revive this story. 👍

 

[Tonystew42]

Chapter 5: Checking In​

"Little ol' Chris! Man, you've grown since I last saw you! I'd have an easier time picking up your car than I would you! And Pops ol' pal! Hey, are you and Shannon still together? I heard stuff went down, but I wanted to hear that from the source."

"What went down is my blood pressure now that I don't have to listen to her!"

"Aw, that's a shame. You two seemed like such a perfect couple! Did it start when she brought home the Infinity?"

"STOP WITH THE JOKES. IT'S NOT MY FAULT I'M BLACK."

"Chris, now you're just making a fool of yourself."

"Oh crap, that's my boss at the front desk. You guys go on in and get comfy, I'll get this as far away as possible and meet up with you later."

As Uncle Dave hopped into my G20 Nascar-style and slowly inched towards the parking lot, we walked into the center of what would be the dream we've all dreamed of dreaming. Well, most of us did. Josh saw the revolving doors, and immediately spun it as fast as possible, only to lean into it and get knocked out. Don't worry, Dave's going to be back for him. Besides, now I get first dibbs on what car I get to use. Yes, use. There's going to be more than just a wall of text these next few chapters.

The inside of the place was just as amazing as the outside! Turns out, not only is this the business center of the team, they also have living quarters here for the racers who aren't out racing, which means I'll be getting rid of my G20, and I don't have to bunk with my dad anymore!

"Not so fast Chris, we're still going to be on the road most of the time, which means motel rooms, which means you'll still bunk with me."

"Which leaves me with Sam?" please be with her please be with her please be with her

"You wish."

"Back to my thoughts!"

Anyway, as I was saying, it was amazing. Each suite had a flat screen TV, high-speed wifi, and complimentary room service. There was also an indoor swimming pool, but something tells me Tony is going to send us racing before we get to see Sam in a bikini.

You bet.

You always have to ruin the fun for me, don't you?

Dude, I MADE the fun for you. Heck, I could have made Sam a guy and made you live with your mom instead of the kick-ass dad you've got, you little ingrate.

You gave me a G20, you jerk.

That's it, I've had it with you, young man. Your text is going to be pink for the rest of the chapter.

Hmph. Whatever. AS I WAS SAYING, after looking around for a little bit, we went to the front desk and scheduled an appointment for tomorrow at 9:00 with the Racing Director. I asked them if I should bring my car, and unfortunately they said yes. They did say however that I might earn a bit of respect from the Director for showing up in the G20, because he's a big believer of the fact that big things start out small. I already like him, because now the story actually has a moral. At least it will in a little bit. We also booked a couple rooms for the night, which will be free if we make the team, and the room service price will be reduced, which is a miracle, because if Josh keeps up the streak he's got going, I'll be out of my 20K by midnight. The rooms are on the third floor, with a balcony and a wonderful view of the forest. Knowing that tomorrow was going to be the day that could make or break our careers, we went to bed at a reasonable, responsible 11:00 PM.

The next morning, we all woke up at 7, and got out of bed in a mad dash at 8:30. We got changed in a heartbeat, jumped down a few flights of stairs to get to the lobby, and ran past Dave as he clocked in for work. I heard him yell something at us, but all I could make out was you, faster, and G20. We all jumped into the G20, and drove like a bat out of hell to the track where our "appointment" was at. Hopefully the director will give us some credit for doing things in a FF car that I didn't know were possible. We came out of the tunnel leading into the track, and headed for the garage.

"I don't see anyone here. Chris, now's your chance to put on some pants."

"How many complaints do you think were made about the streaker in room 314?"

"I don't know, but I think we've already got a reputation."

"It better be for being a great racer."

"Who are you?"

"I'm Jefferson Bateman, the Racing Director here at Dunlop Racing, but you can call me Jeff."

 

[uMadson?]

It's good comedy when you interact with the characters.

 

[DK]

^ Yeah, I was wondering who was in the quote boxes. Are you trying to go for a "Yet Another Race Story"-style feel?

 

[Tonystew42]

Not really, but some of that writing style has definitely rubbed off on me. I was going more for just a comedic, suspenseful action story, but looking at it, I definitely need to get some more serious parts in between all the jokes. I probably shouldn't have written that chapter last-minute.