I. Humble Beginnings "GET OUT!" my father screamed at me. "Pack up, I want you gone by morning! Enjoy your last night, you won't be coming back." And that brings us to where we are now. My dad kicked me out of the house, and I'm never going back. This all happened about a week ago, and since then I've had a hard time finding a place to crash. With my trusty steed, an Audi A3, by my side, I've travelled from Sacramento up to Seatle, where I finally got myself a cheap apartment. There isn't a business in the city that will employ me though, so my only source of income is to Race. So far I've made rent for the month by beating a few ricer Civics and an old Volvo, but it was nothing to write home about. My pride and joy right now is my ride, an A3. Right now she's bone stock save for an AID delete. I plan on taking on this new begginers racing cup I saw in the paper, called the Sunday Cup. $600 for a win and I've heard you get a car if you win everything, I can't wait!