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Heres a story ive been working on for a while, it focuses on a rookie drifter, taught by one of the best (his brother) who must prove himself and step out of his brothers shadow.
I know its a little long, future chapters will be shorter, but i am a writer, so writing alot is how i get it done
But ususally im all about comedy/sitcom scripts, so this is a nice change of pace for me. Anyways, heres the story.
Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1: The first race.
I open my eyes, i see nothing but darkness, wrapped around me, as my eyes adjust to the surroundings i quickly realise im in my room, i look at the clock on my bedside table, the time reads 5:30 a.m, im in a cold sweat, my heart pounding, my fists clench tightly, hoping to grasp the invisible steering wheel in front of me, for only a few hours ago i had an enlightenment, the underground art of street racing only whispered about in the smallest, darkest corners of the auto-modifying world. Its name? Drifting.
Lets rewind a few hours, im sitting in my older brothers S13, painted bright orange with the traditional dress up of colourful liveries and wide arches, the typical open mouthed, vented bodykit, thats commonly found on modern day drifters, i look at my watch, the time reads 10:27 p.m.
"Just dont be a cocky little bitch" my brother says, i dont dispute him, as he's taking me to my first ever drift meet, where the sideways rebels from the track show off their sublime car control to crowds of eager, hollering spectators, and tonight, i will be joining them.
"And remember everything i've taught you, hopefully you wont wreck my car, and dont worry, im not throwing you in with the proper racers just yet, i know how good you are, but they dont, youre starting off against some guy, hes pretty new, he drives an rx8, it looks almost completely stock, but dont be decieved, hes got his ride sorted, and he knows how to handle it too."
My brother was doing me a massive favour, not only am i finally getting to race, but in his legendary S13 aswell, the very car that he used to beat kajiro nakamyura, the most experienced racer there.
Since then my brother has stopped racing, he settled down, but never sold the car, and after training me for over a year, i could finally get a chance to battle with another drifter, and finally show him my full potential, my palms are already sweating. The smell of burning rubber already in my lungs, i could feel the G-forces spinning me sideways, flicking the rear end of the car around the tightest corners, but it was all in my head, we werent even there yet and already i was imagining the race, and i knew it would be different, these arent the back roads near my house, and theyre not the car parks near the local shopping outlet. This was real, properly tight roads, only my control and 3 inches of reinforced steel keeping me from sailing over the 100ft incline, and that metal wont hold a rampaging S13.
As we near the meet-up's location, i start to see the lights, even though i can only see flashes of headlights, i already identify a troup of cars, everything from RX7's to R32's. And already i can hear the mettalic rasps of straight six's, the woosh from dump valves, the screaching of tires, being tortured and ripped apart on the mountains tarmac. My head starts to pound, my heart beating so fast i thought it might burst out of my chest, my muscles tighten up, my stomach starts to turn itself upside down. I was finally here, after a year of training......learning.......waiting......
We pull up next to a group of other cars, already the more experianced racers identify my brother, and the legendary S13, of course. We get out of the car, shut the doors behind us and make our way across to a guy ive never seen before, wearing a sports jacket and jeans, hes also holding a clipboard, he turns around and immediately smiles at my brother, flinging his arms open to embrace him in a hug, both of them start talking to each other, as my brother talks, his friend glances towards me, we lock eyes for a second, but i get distracted by an unfamiliar howl, i look behind me, im blinded by the light, all i see is a shining light, and red paint
The unmistakable bodyline of an RX8 makes itself welcome in the spot next to my brothers car, i already know who it was, my first opponent, as he steps out of the car, after turning the engine off, he walks straight past me, almost brushing my shoulder, at 17 i dont exactly look like ive been doing this long, however this guy looked a lot older than me, we exchange looks for half a second, then i turn my attention back to his car, my brother was right, it looks completely stock, apart from a small hole in the front bumper, which i imagine was an intake pipe, possibly connected to a turbo? Or just an air filter.
After a little while the guy with the clipboard walks over to me, he introduces himself as jamie, and then explains how the racing works.
"Right, so when you race,you have the option of making a bet, if you have the confidence, after you and your opponent agree's on a cash bet, you roll up to the start line, i'll be there holding a flag, i will raise the flag and when i drop the flag, just let her rip my friend!"
He puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Your brother tells me youve been waiting quite some time for this, and if he trained you, then you must be good."
My brother joins jamie and me.
"Alright there little brother" He says with a wink, "me and Aaron have settled on a price, £200"
Im surprised at how much was being bet on this, Jason noticed my surprise at the amount of money involved.
"Dont worry kiddo, this is normal, £200 is a normal starting bet, shall we line up?"
I give a nod, as my opponent Aaron makes his way back to his car, he gives me another look as we enter our cars, and slam the doors shut, as i get comfortable in the drivers seat, the full extent of the danger, and money, involved starts to sink in, but i cant worry about that now, i have a race to win.
Jamie comes up to my window.
"Now remember kid, getting to the bottom first is a good idea, but really its the drifts that win the race, you'll be given points on the angle, and speed, of the drifts, aswell as how long they last, its not easy, and youre being judged by a group of the very best drifters, they've all done this before, but the important thing is to remember everything your brother has taught you, and keep your cool, control is everything. And Aaron is pretty good, but from what your brother says he should be mincemeat for you matey!"
Jamie dissapears off, in my rear view mirror i see my brother looking at his car, probably worrying as to how much im going to wreck it, we both pull up to the start line, and i look over one list time at my opponent Aaron, his eyes are trained on the road ahead, i wind up the drivers side window, and close the sunroof, i give a few blips of the throttle, and engage 1st gear, keeping my foot firmly planted on the clutch, and my other foot resting on the throttle ready for a full speed start.
I go over the hundreds of lessons my brother has taught me, and work out my line, as i can vaguely see parts of the road ahead, as far as i can see it directly follows the line of the cliff below, i close my eyes for a few seconds, and take a deep breath.
Jamie appears inbetween our two cars with a traditional black and white chequered racing flag, he gives me a nod, i nod back, signalling that im ready to go, he nods towards Aaron, who simply gives a rev from his car. Jamie raises the flag, my right foot pushing on the throttle settling the revs up to about 5500 rpm, my left foot ready to release the clutch, my hands grip the steering wheel. My heart pounding louder than anything, apart from the cars of course. Beads of sweat ready to run down my forehead, my feet twitching ready for action, i stare towards the flag, poised mid-air. Jamie drops the flag, i let go of the clutch and punch my right foot into the bulkhead. The revs rise, the wheels spin, and the gathering crowds are blinded by the dust, dirt and tyre smoke.
The race is on.
I know its a little long, future chapters will be shorter, but i am a writer, so writing alot is how i get it done
But ususally im all about comedy/sitcom scripts, so this is a nice change of pace for me. Anyways, heres the story.Hope you enjoy.
Chapter 1: The first race.
I open my eyes, i see nothing but darkness, wrapped around me, as my eyes adjust to the surroundings i quickly realise im in my room, i look at the clock on my bedside table, the time reads 5:30 a.m, im in a cold sweat, my heart pounding, my fists clench tightly, hoping to grasp the invisible steering wheel in front of me, for only a few hours ago i had an enlightenment, the underground art of street racing only whispered about in the smallest, darkest corners of the auto-modifying world. Its name? Drifting.
Lets rewind a few hours, im sitting in my older brothers S13, painted bright orange with the traditional dress up of colourful liveries and wide arches, the typical open mouthed, vented bodykit, thats commonly found on modern day drifters, i look at my watch, the time reads 10:27 p.m.
"Just dont be a cocky little bitch" my brother says, i dont dispute him, as he's taking me to my first ever drift meet, where the sideways rebels from the track show off their sublime car control to crowds of eager, hollering spectators, and tonight, i will be joining them.
"And remember everything i've taught you, hopefully you wont wreck my car, and dont worry, im not throwing you in with the proper racers just yet, i know how good you are, but they dont, youre starting off against some guy, hes pretty new, he drives an rx8, it looks almost completely stock, but dont be decieved, hes got his ride sorted, and he knows how to handle it too."
My brother was doing me a massive favour, not only am i finally getting to race, but in his legendary S13 aswell, the very car that he used to beat kajiro nakamyura, the most experienced racer there.
Since then my brother has stopped racing, he settled down, but never sold the car, and after training me for over a year, i could finally get a chance to battle with another drifter, and finally show him my full potential, my palms are already sweating. The smell of burning rubber already in my lungs, i could feel the G-forces spinning me sideways, flicking the rear end of the car around the tightest corners, but it was all in my head, we werent even there yet and already i was imagining the race, and i knew it would be different, these arent the back roads near my house, and theyre not the car parks near the local shopping outlet. This was real, properly tight roads, only my control and 3 inches of reinforced steel keeping me from sailing over the 100ft incline, and that metal wont hold a rampaging S13.
As we near the meet-up's location, i start to see the lights, even though i can only see flashes of headlights, i already identify a troup of cars, everything from RX7's to R32's. And already i can hear the mettalic rasps of straight six's, the woosh from dump valves, the screaching of tires, being tortured and ripped apart on the mountains tarmac. My head starts to pound, my heart beating so fast i thought it might burst out of my chest, my muscles tighten up, my stomach starts to turn itself upside down. I was finally here, after a year of training......learning.......waiting......
We pull up next to a group of other cars, already the more experianced racers identify my brother, and the legendary S13, of course. We get out of the car, shut the doors behind us and make our way across to a guy ive never seen before, wearing a sports jacket and jeans, hes also holding a clipboard, he turns around and immediately smiles at my brother, flinging his arms open to embrace him in a hug, both of them start talking to each other, as my brother talks, his friend glances towards me, we lock eyes for a second, but i get distracted by an unfamiliar howl, i look behind me, im blinded by the light, all i see is a shining light, and red paint
The unmistakable bodyline of an RX8 makes itself welcome in the spot next to my brothers car, i already know who it was, my first opponent, as he steps out of the car, after turning the engine off, he walks straight past me, almost brushing my shoulder, at 17 i dont exactly look like ive been doing this long, however this guy looked a lot older than me, we exchange looks for half a second, then i turn my attention back to his car, my brother was right, it looks completely stock, apart from a small hole in the front bumper, which i imagine was an intake pipe, possibly connected to a turbo? Or just an air filter.
After a little while the guy with the clipboard walks over to me, he introduces himself as jamie, and then explains how the racing works.
"Right, so when you race,you have the option of making a bet, if you have the confidence, after you and your opponent agree's on a cash bet, you roll up to the start line, i'll be there holding a flag, i will raise the flag and when i drop the flag, just let her rip my friend!"
He puts his hand on my shoulder.
"Your brother tells me youve been waiting quite some time for this, and if he trained you, then you must be good."
My brother joins jamie and me.
"Alright there little brother" He says with a wink, "me and Aaron have settled on a price, £200"
Im surprised at how much was being bet on this, Jason noticed my surprise at the amount of money involved.
"Dont worry kiddo, this is normal, £200 is a normal starting bet, shall we line up?"
I give a nod, as my opponent Aaron makes his way back to his car, he gives me another look as we enter our cars, and slam the doors shut, as i get comfortable in the drivers seat, the full extent of the danger, and money, involved starts to sink in, but i cant worry about that now, i have a race to win.
Jamie comes up to my window.
"Now remember kid, getting to the bottom first is a good idea, but really its the drifts that win the race, you'll be given points on the angle, and speed, of the drifts, aswell as how long they last, its not easy, and youre being judged by a group of the very best drifters, they've all done this before, but the important thing is to remember everything your brother has taught you, and keep your cool, control is everything. And Aaron is pretty good, but from what your brother says he should be mincemeat for you matey!"
Jamie dissapears off, in my rear view mirror i see my brother looking at his car, probably worrying as to how much im going to wreck it, we both pull up to the start line, and i look over one list time at my opponent Aaron, his eyes are trained on the road ahead, i wind up the drivers side window, and close the sunroof, i give a few blips of the throttle, and engage 1st gear, keeping my foot firmly planted on the clutch, and my other foot resting on the throttle ready for a full speed start.
I go over the hundreds of lessons my brother has taught me, and work out my line, as i can vaguely see parts of the road ahead, as far as i can see it directly follows the line of the cliff below, i close my eyes for a few seconds, and take a deep breath.
Jamie appears inbetween our two cars with a traditional black and white chequered racing flag, he gives me a nod, i nod back, signalling that im ready to go, he nods towards Aaron, who simply gives a rev from his car. Jamie raises the flag, my right foot pushing on the throttle settling the revs up to about 5500 rpm, my left foot ready to release the clutch, my hands grip the steering wheel. My heart pounding louder than anything, apart from the cars of course. Beads of sweat ready to run down my forehead, my feet twitching ready for action, i stare towards the flag, poised mid-air. Jamie drops the flag, i let go of the clutch and punch my right foot into the bulkhead. The revs rise, the wheels spin, and the gathering crowds are blinded by the dust, dirt and tyre smoke.
The race is on.
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