Chapter 13: Revealing the Jaguar
''Hello? This is Doug.''
''Hey there Doug!''
''What do you want? And how did you get this number?''
''Well the first question may put you into shock, so I'll answer the second. I got this number from googling your name. Yes it is that simple. Your name I got from the participants list of the last European race.''
''Okay. So what do you want?''
''I was wondering if you would like to go to Europe with me and two other friends of mine. We would become very popular racers and have a stable financial state. There would of course be many races and fun times.
You up for it?''
''Europe? Where'd you think of something so stupid?''
''Stupid? It's a great idea! You could use your new found skills!''
''In about a month.''
''So let me get this straight. You want me to go to Europe with a guy who I know nothing about, has been a total jackass to me and took my car.''
''And my two friends.''
''I don't think my mom would like it, but I'll think about it.''
One more call to make now.
''Morgan! Hey I just wanted to tell you that my friend is coming along to Europe. He drives an Audi TT.''
''Great news! I can't wait to meet him!''
''I'm sure you'll like him. See you later!''
Everything is going exactly the way it's probably not going to go in Europe. Very smoothly.
I do need to go to the store. I'll need a map, new shoes, new clothes a bag and a fake mustache.
Why a mustache? We'll see.
*beep, beep, beep, beep, beep*
Oh come on.
*beep, beep, beep, beep, beep*
Why does this guy need this much stuff?
*beep, beep, beep, beep, beep*
Razors, pencils, rubbers, ligthbubs. Why do I always get stuck behind the person that seems to be preparing for the zombie apokalipse. (hah it's my name!
*beep, beep, beep, beep, beep*
''That'll be 9723$ sir.''
The customer hands the storekeeper a 10,000$ bill.
''Keep the change.''
*beep, beep, beep*
''That'll be 80$ sir.''
I hand the man 80 dollars and pick up my map, new shoes clothes and fake mustache. Finally out of there.
A woman in her twenties just dropped something in front of my feet. It looks like a small book or something.
I pick it up and hand it to the woman.
''Hey thanks. :censored:ing trip requires so much preparation.''
''Oh I know the feeling. Here, I'll help you''
I take one of the bags the woman is carrying. Really I don't do this often, but I can't help but notice that the woman is particularly beautiful. I can't help it. I'm a sucker for women with straight long brown hair.
''Hey thanks a lot! My car is right over there.''
She starts walking in the direction of the car park. I wonder which one of the boring every day cars is hers.
''This is it.''
''THAT is your car?''
''Yes. Is something the matter?''
''But that's an MR-2! That car is awesome!''
''I'm glad you think so. I put a lot of effort into it. It's not the regular MR-2 anymore.''
As I look at the car I notice, that the interior is missing a seat and some lining. Kind of like my Jaguar after I decided it needed a diet.
But as I'm inspecting the interior of the car I can't help but notice an unopened letter. The name on it is 'Cynthia Linnin'.
''Huh? How did you know my name?''
''You wouldn't happen to know a Morgan would you?''
''Yes. He's my friend. What? Why?''
She started to get freaked out, so I decided to tell her who I am.
''I'm Drake. Has Morgan told you about me?''
''Drake? Ooh the guy with the pink Silvia!''
''What? Is something wrong?''
''Nnngnh... uhh... no. So I guess we'll be going to Europe soon.''
''Yes! It's going to be so awesome! I just know it!''
''Oh awesome it will be. Do you want to go for a drink or something? We still have lots to talk about with the whole going to a completely different place thing.''
''Ooh. I'm busy right now, but maybe we can do that tomorrow? I'll give you my phone number.''
As Cynthia struggles to find a piece of paper and a pen I can't help but think about how awesome she is. I mean a girl, that likes cars, but does not look like a half man half woman? That deserves some respect. Even if they seem to appear a lot in fanfic.
Again with the fan fic.
''Here you go Drake. But I'll go now. See you tomorrow!''
''Alright then. Bye.''
The sound, that the MR-2 makes is phenomenal. It's just a small engine, but I suspect there's a pretty expensive exhaust system installed.
Well it's Thursday.
I always hated this day. In school it's that one day that's the longest. I could get through Friday knowing the weekend is right after that. But I always hated Thursdays.
This Thursday is different though. Gerry called to tell me, that my Jaguar is ready to be picked up. And I can't wait. He wouldn't tell me what he installed, but I gave him a budget of 27000$. I trust him.
I take a cab and can't help but think of how much I hate these things. I have two cars, but I still need to use them so much.
''Drake! Please help! Come quick!''
The tone of voice is disturbing. Gerry's in trouble.
''Gerry! Where are you?''
I finally see Gerry under some mundane old car. There was some purple liquid on the floor. It seemed to be making a hole into the solid concrete.
I pull Gerry out from under the car and throw some cold water on him, which was conveniently in a bucket nearby.
''Ugh... uhh. Get the sand!''
Before I could do anything Gerry was up and besides a big bag. He takes a knife and makes a hole. He drops the sand into the hole that the liquid made.
''Gerry... What was that?''
''Used oil. I told you that stuff's nasty.''
''Dude! That stuff's incredibly dangerous!''
''Yeah. Not everyone can work on cars. Right. I believe I have a car of yours.''
My god. Forget all those phony jobs that are supposed to be hard. Forget about policemen, firemen or anything like that. Mechanics really have a hard time.
''Yup. I'm curious what you did to the car.''
Gerry takes me around the corner of his house. There are a couple of rust buckets there, but the car that stands out is a particular Jaguar.
''Gerry! You mad man!''
''Haha I knew you'd like it. It has a new exhaust system and a new suspension. Should get rid of a lot of problems for you. The car now makes about 350hp.''
''Whoa. It looks different too.''
''Yup. Should help with the downforce. I also got you some sports tires. I don't want you killing yourself with some standard tires.''
''It looks stunning dude. The paint job is nice too.''
''Yeah it's a paint that was used on the e-type coupe all those years ago.''
''Gerry you've put some serious work into this car. I can't believe this. Can't wait to try it out either.''
''I'm glad you like it. I enjoyed working on it as the oil doesn't need changing.''
I handed Gerry the money. He really deserves it this time. The car is absolutely beast.
As I was driving home it had already gone dark. We've been talking a for a while at Gerry's. The road is also clear.
I wonder what it can do.
I don't know why I said that in km/h. I don't even know how much that is...
-the next day-
''Hey Drake. Glad you could make it!''
''Yeah no problem. How's your car?''
''Oh it's just dandy. The tires are getting worn though. I usually put sports soft tires on it, so they're easier to burn away.''
''Oh. Yeah I have hard tires on my Jaguar.''
''Oh the Jaguar. I haven't seen it yet. All I've seen is the Silvia. Where is it?''
''Hmm... Morgan seemed pretty sure your car could beat mine. How about you and me go to trial mountain after this and do some hot laps?''
''Now THAT is a good idea.''
We both ordered some drinks at the place where we were and that was quickly gone. We were both anxious to go to the track. We both love cars. But I have another reason. Trial mountain is the track where I learned how to drive. Or at least attempted to.
And now may be the last time I drive on it for a long long time.
''So who's going first?''
''Go ahead. I'll go after you.''
Hah that thing looks a bit silly.
Wow that thing can go fast! And Cynthia's good.
Cynthia drives another stunning la pand drives into the pits. She looks pretty tired. And she ought to. That car looks pretty hard yet fun to drive.
''What time did I get?''
''Is that good? I've never been on this track before. It felt pretty fast. Even if I did go sideways a bit sometimes.''
''Oh we'll see.''
With that I go towards my car.
I can remember when I was driving hre in my Opel with Max when I raged at the NSX driver. Seriously who takes a concept to a track day?
I'm better though
I may not have been that bad.
But that was the Opel and this is the Jaguar. There is a slight difference after all.
And I love it
Like Cynthia I drive for another lap. Thinking about this track and my progress and then go into the pits.
''So? How did I do?''
I see Cynthia has a silly expression on her face. Oh no...
''3.44.339. I did it, I did it! I beat your riced Jaguar.''
''What? No way! And it isn't riced. The body kit is very tasteful. Besides I could have gotten an ugly spoiler instead.''
''Point is that you lost and I won. Haha!''
''Okay fine I admit it. But I haven't exactly been driving this car for long. And it looks like you were driving that car since you were born.''
''Hey. Facts are facts. I beat you.''
She's right. But it's not all my fault. While the car is great there's a very slight understeer problem. I bet Gerry the lazy git didn't take his time to set it up properly.
I would also need a new transmission. The car did get to 270 km/h yesterday, but it took about a decade to get there.
Overall I love it though.
I hope you enjoyed this one as it's a bit of a flashback on the old times when Drake sucked.
Also I don't know what to do. I need PSN for awesome photos.
Guess almost everyone's going to Europe. Anyway my girl's living in there already.
I've been planning to have the character go to Europe since the start of my story.