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Well here's my attempt at a race report story type thing 
As the first beams of light shone through the crack in my curtains I became aware of a faint ringing. Damn, my alarm clock was going off. I reached over to hit the snooze button, as I did I saw how bad the bruising from that crash a few days ago really was. I followed my usual morning routine, noting in the mirror the bruises on my shoulders, they must have been caused by the race harness. On my front door step was a copy of the local newspaper, the image on the front is an unwelcome one, my red Caterham 7 Fireblade, the front right wheel at an extreme angle, the accompanying article telling how the nearby race track was shutdown after an accident the day before.
It all started with a normal days racing, overtaking larger heavier cars, powering past them in the tight corners they find so hard to negotiate. All the time a tinny buzz is heard over the Caterhams rasp. I looked back to find a silver RX7 FC trying to pass me along the straights, the twin rotor engine singing away, it looked like a serious racing car, covered in stickers with a massive racing wing perched on the bootlid. After a few laps I know my soft tyres have just about given out on me, even the fronts are giving way, so to avoid a penalty I allow the RX7 to pass with plenty of room, but he's having none of it, as he pulls back onto the racing line, eager to better his laps times, he catches the front of my nose with his wheel, sending me crashing into he armco. I take the best action i can, but spinning the car around, slamming the front right corner into the sidewall, decimating the whole right suspension, the impact is hard, I'm thrown across the cabin, saved only by the racing seat harness and roll cage. I steer whats left of the red pile of scrap out of the racing line. ThenI black out, unable to remember the next few days
I was brought out of my flashback by the faint flutter of the letterbox lid being opened, mail falling to the floor and then being shut again. Great, my insurance cheque for £30,000 had arrived,
'Brilliant' I thought to myself, at least I could set about buying a replacement for the crappy Prius I had been loaned. I quick glance through an autotrader I'd bought threw up plenty of bargains,
'1983 Toyota AE86 Levin, 40,000 miles, alloy wheels, £5400 ONO'
'1990 Honda CRX 1.6VTEC, 80k, E/W, PAS, Genuine reason for sale, £8000'
But one car in particular had cought my eye,
'1998 Toyota Supra RZ, Red, 27k, very rare model, all the toys, original car, needs TLC hence £27,000, a bargain for such a rare vehicle'
It was only about 10 minutes walk away from my house so I thought the worst I could do is look.
CHAPTER 1: The back Story
As the first beams of light shone through the crack in my curtains I became aware of a faint ringing. Damn, my alarm clock was going off. I reached over to hit the snooze button, as I did I saw how bad the bruising from that crash a few days ago really was. I followed my usual morning routine, noting in the mirror the bruises on my shoulders, they must have been caused by the race harness. On my front door step was a copy of the local newspaper, the image on the front is an unwelcome one, my red Caterham 7 Fireblade, the front right wheel at an extreme angle, the accompanying article telling how the nearby race track was shutdown after an accident the day before.
It all started with a normal days racing, overtaking larger heavier cars, powering past them in the tight corners they find so hard to negotiate. All the time a tinny buzz is heard over the Caterhams rasp. I looked back to find a silver RX7 FC trying to pass me along the straights, the twin rotor engine singing away, it looked like a serious racing car, covered in stickers with a massive racing wing perched on the bootlid. After a few laps I know my soft tyres have just about given out on me, even the fronts are giving way, so to avoid a penalty I allow the RX7 to pass with plenty of room, but he's having none of it, as he pulls back onto the racing line, eager to better his laps times, he catches the front of my nose with his wheel, sending me crashing into he armco. I take the best action i can, but spinning the car around, slamming the front right corner into the sidewall, decimating the whole right suspension, the impact is hard, I'm thrown across the cabin, saved only by the racing seat harness and roll cage. I steer whats left of the red pile of scrap out of the racing line. ThenI black out, unable to remember the next few days
I was brought out of my flashback by the faint flutter of the letterbox lid being opened, mail falling to the floor and then being shut again. Great, my insurance cheque for £30,000 had arrived,
'Brilliant' I thought to myself, at least I could set about buying a replacement for the crappy Prius I had been loaned. I quick glance through an autotrader I'd bought threw up plenty of bargains,
'1983 Toyota AE86 Levin, 40,000 miles, alloy wheels, £5400 ONO'
'1990 Honda CRX 1.6VTEC, 80k, E/W, PAS, Genuine reason for sale, £8000'
But one car in particular had cought my eye,
'1998 Toyota Supra RZ, Red, 27k, very rare model, all the toys, original car, needs TLC hence £27,000, a bargain for such a rare vehicle'
It was only about 10 minutes walk away from my house so I thought the worst I could do is look.
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good to hear people like it 
think small, red, 217bhp and only 760ish kg 
also i know chapter 3 is quite long lol but i intend to add more pics and a bit less writing from now on 
The customer was lucky that his cat was still okay because just to replace the muffler, center exhaust peice, and 2 gaskets it cost nearly $600! And it woulda been more if he had the dealer do it.
