Quick preface before I get going, I'm effectively out of smaller projects and NEED something to distract me from reality for a time...so logically I'm injecting some reality into GT1. I never claimed to be intelligent. That said, I will be doing this in first person, because I'm incapable of creating a fictional persona, and also while starting off solo, I welcome anyone with a modicum of interest to join in whatever capacity you like, the thead title can always be changed. Also, while I'm doing this on PS2, I'll try to post pics where I can, videos may be a bit beyond me still. Now with that settled, on to the train wreck... Day 0: The Setup The name is Glover. B.K.Glover, and no I've no intent of divulging what the initials mean. Three weeks ago I was working on an assembly line in the piercing Texas heat, living in a tin-can trailer, with some modest belongings, a truck, and an urge to race some day. Two weeks ago, the rug was pulled from under me and the roof from above. Bitter as hell, I moved back with my parents for the moment as I regrouped and...looked for another crap job. What? I knew better than to aim for the sky, money got tight real fast. A week ago one of my better allies told me he'd heard of this racing association, the Gran Turismo Foundation. It was far reaching despite it's age, wide open in competition, and then the selling point was a note near the bottom stating anyone accepted into the Foundation's ranks would be given 10k in credit with free room, board, and travel accommodations to GTF events and activities. Even a stiff would have to consider that a deal, and after a week of pounding pavement and getting rejected from even turning in applications, this was a win-win for me in every way except one...I had to leave my comfort zone. Thinking about it, as the plane touches down in what'll hopefully be my home for some time to come, Texas is home but it's as moody as any human you've ever met. I sent in an application to the Foundation, and day before yesterday I got a letter stating that I had been accepted, but they'd need some in-person information, as well as a ticket voucher of sorts. It had the flight I needed to take, and what airport to go to, but no destination. It wasn't paid for either, but that wasn't a big concern. Paperwork filed, it's late in the day...too late to be verified. If it's not done by noon tomorrow then I'm out another lump for the room, and if it's rejected...It shouldn't be, the lass at the registration office said she'd seen people with abysmal records still get in...I can't help but worry though. I'm going to bed in an apartment far from home, strapped for cash if it falls through, and possibly worst of all...without a ride. Nobody best lay a finger on that truck or else..... *OI. Deep breaths. Turn on the alarm, credit or not, tomorrow is the start of something. Shut up and go to bed.* I hate you sometimes. *You hate me at all times, suck it up.* (incoherent mumbling). Day 1: ...Now What? After a groggy start to the morning (some thing will never change), I showered and was about to head for food and the streets when I heard a knock at the door. It was a GTF Official, congratulating me with a handshake, a temporary ID, the location I'd be living in for the rest of my time in the city, and a credit slip. He informed me that the ID would be multi-functional, acting as my apartment key and a credit card for purchases, but the one he'd just handed me was so I could get a free ride to the GTF Offices where they could print one and hand it over personally. I thanked the man as he left, re-packed my bag, and made my way to the office. As an office, it's not the biggest building I've seen, but it's not just an office. It's also the license center, and home to the biggest simulators I've ever seen in person...not that it's a long list. The lady who was dealing with me told me that with racing going on at all times, and with the tests within one license taking place on tracks thousands of miles away from each other, these simulators are the easiest way to get people through their exams in short order. It also allows for multiple attempts without worrying about tires, fuel, damage, or changing conditions. The downside is they can only run one operation a day, even though they have two machines both run off the same computers and can't cope with running multiple different tests at the same time. I thanked the lady, then left for my new apartment. Good news was that it was upstairs, but I'm not even sure 'sparsely decorated' would fit here. That said, everything was clean, the desk and bed sturdy, and the PC not a fancy paperweight. As I sit in my computer chair, I'm hit with a problem...Where do I go from here? Buy a car with what I've got or go straight back to the license center? I've heard that if you do well enough on licenses, they'll give you access to some rare and sporty beasts, but let's be real here, this is me. If you put people on a scale rating how good of a driver they are, I rank about 95 billionth. I'll worry about that later though, it seems this PC they've left for me to use isn't exactly cooperating with my devices...where's my hammers?