As promised, here is the story of LeMans as told by the driver of an NSX lm edition road car. He will only allow me to call him, "The man in Black" He get's mad and uses some mild language, please pardon this. Rated pg-13.
man in black-
It was a nice day for racin', i had spent the whole morning preparing myself for the 24 hour race at LeMans. I climbed inside my car and got comfortable, then it was time. I started my NSX as it made a merciless growl. That kind of sound can only strike fear into the hearts of competitors and hope of winning into the driver. The field was lined up, we approached the start line...
I saw each car pass the start line, one-by-one, then it was my turn, I threw that shifter into second and dumped the clutch like a fat chick at prom. The NSX roared across the line and i knew right then that this was my day, I would pass everyone there to become the winner at LeMans. My car has a look that only a mother could love and an engine that only someone like me could handle.
I caught up to the cars in a hurry, i had to start at the back due to the qualifying run where I drove it onto the grass approaching the last turns, i was only trying to cut it wide. But that is alright, i was able to pass the cars like nothing, and by the chicain's on the second lap, i was looking back on the rest of the feild. Except for one.
I still had to pass that damn zonda, he was runnin' good, but i knew i could catch him, but then, i don't know how, but I ran the damn thing off the track and into the dirt. when i got it back on, the tires had too much dirt on them and i spun out on the pavement. I blew my freakin tire, WHAT THE HELL!. This could cost me the race, I was forced to make an early pit stop.
After i got the pit stop, the cars behind me had cought up, i was not familiar driving on cold tire's. I was sliding all over the place, and then, wouldn't ya know it, OFF THE GODDAMN TRACK AGAIN. I freakin went off the track. But when i pulled back onto the track this time, I was being cautious, i kept it straight and was able to drive well.
Then i saw the sun setting, this could only mean one thing, No light, No grip, Man i plowed into everything including walls and cones.
As the morning rose, it was still a little hard to find grip, but after the sun baked the track for awhile, that car went like a rocket ship and turned like it was on rails. But when would i pass that zonda. This made me mad, i was driving my testicles into the ground and i still couldn't get that damn car.
There he is, the driver of that POS zonda, how he eluded me for 20+ hours, i don't know, but now it's my turn to lead. I was going to win this thing if it's the last thing i do, to tell ya the truth, I'd rather win the 24 hr. LeMans race than be in bed with jessica simpson in a daisy duke outfit(but that's another story)
It was the last lap and i had past that crazy bastard, up to the last turns and...yes...it is, I am the winner! Holy Goddamn, I was the happiest person alive, i just couldn't help it, i was going to celebrate with some fried rubber.
Man, one helluva story that guy tell's, maybe he will tell me another one someday, until then, have fun reading his LeMans story.
Keep up the good work.
