Torque Steer (chapter 9 up now on page 2 17/10/2008)

Chapter 8: A powerful blow​

The next morning I went to speak with Charlie, the owner of the black S14. The car hadn't been there that long he informed me, the only real problem being the lack of wheels.
"My son took the alloys off of this to put on his Pulsar GTi-R, he then swapped the alloys off that for a set of steel Primera wheels, I just haven't fitted them yet."
" What is the rest of the car like?" I enquired
"The shell is solid, completely rust free. The engine runs without any faults, we were intending to take the SR20DET from this and transplant it into a late, non-turbo S14. The only problem is that theres no interior, apart from a racing seat, the dash and a rollcage. The only thing we really know about the history is that it's an import from Japan and it was fitted with the turbo charged engine from the factory."

We went to the car and put the black steel wheels on it that were hiding in the place were carpet and seats once occupied. Within a few minutes we had the car on the ground and the engine purring away. The next thing was the all important task of actually buying the car.
"How much you want for it then?"
"Two grand and it's yours mate"
"You got yourself a deal there bud!"
Jimmy came and trailered the car back to mine, where we put it at the back of my workshop, ready for me to start preparing it.
The parcel Jimmy had left the night before was a large racing intercooler from HKS, it only took a few minutes to fit and fill it, ready for a thrashing. With all of the new parts I had fitted the engine management system was unable to cope and was letting the engine run erratically. An hour and a trip to Jimmy's later I had a racing chip and a much happier engine that produced even more power. Even though I had the S14 to prepare and set up I took the Supra to a 'Trampdrift' event, where professionals and beginners competed. I signed in and went for a couple of practice runs, the Supra kicking the rear end out perfectly at each corner, under control, yet willing and able to punish the slightest mistake.
My first race against a Honda NSX-R, the first run going well for me, the second resulting in the Honda snapping back and spinning into a gravel trap, gifting me the win. My second opponent didn't turn up for the race at all, a disappointment for me to win by default. My last race was against a silver Nissan Skyline GTS-t, the first run was very close, me keeping a tight line, barely a foot away from the Nissan the whole time. The second run however went disterously for me, the Supra unable to break away from the lightweight Nissan. In the last corner I pushed too hard, going wide before spinning 180 degrees, ending my run. After the race the driver, a tall, pale man walked up to me. Extending his hand he introduced himself as Ryan, taking his hand in a firm handshake I told him my name, told him about the team and how we were open to accepting new members. He asked if he could join as a drift specialist. I leapt at the chance to accept him, giving him details of where we met and what Pedro and I drove. With that sorted we both got in our cars and made our separate ways home, the Supra feeling stable again. We had gained a new member for the team, and hopefully someone who could help set the S14 up for drifting.
 
Chapter 9: The original boy racer

That night I fell asleep early, but it was a fitful sleep, I didn't get much rest. I was dreaming about my first proper race with my first car, a red '95 Civic SiR-II.

It was a chilly October night, the street lights giving the road an strange white glow, 4 of us were standing around, waiting for two more racers who had agreed to race that night.
''When are they going to get here?'' I asked impatiently, being 18 it was to be expected.
''You gotta remember that Paul's the best racer around these parts, he's bound to make a big entrance.'' Said my best friend Ryan, a lad about my height, with straw like mousy brown hair. we had been friends since I had been in middle school at the age of 9.
''If you say so mate'' I replied, burying myself in the Sparco bucket seat in my Civic. I was impatient because all through school Paul had made fun of my car, which I had bought at the age of 14, I had worked on it every night I had spare time, developing a knowledge of how engines work, and how to make them more efficient.
Eventually Mark turned up, a little late, but then again he worked nights at the local cafe. We greeted each other, had a look at the cars, the usual stuff, but still no Paul, we were getting irate, he was over 2 hours late.
After we had nearly considered calling it a night and going home he finally turned up with his followers, I could hardly call them a gang, they were merely a large congregation of teenagers, who wanted a little bit of limelight, able to say ''I hang around with Paul''
Paul's dad was a wealthy banker and had given him free choice of car when he passed his test, he had purchased a Dodge Neon SRT4, thinking it was the most unbeatable car available to him. He gained his reputation by racing kids in Peugeot 205's and Ford Fiesta's, beating them easily with his turbo charged Neon.
Despite being late he didn't apologise, but cheekily suggested we race rather than standing around. I was calling him every name under the sun in my head, but kept silent, no mean feat when you're 18 and full of adrenaline.
We lined up, ready to race, me starting at the back of the grid this time (I had made a bad choice at guessing the number a spectator had chosen, opting for 53, the actual number being 88.) As the lights turned green I pinned the throttle, lurching off the line, the racing tyres gripping phenominaly. I overtook the lumbering barge that was keeping 5th place warm, a Chevy Camaro from the 80's, he was dispatched before the first corner of the lap around the town centre.


The first corner was a sweeping left hander, I took the 4th place Lexus with ease on the outside, my low weight pushed forward by 200 raging Japanese stallions.

I overtook the next two cars in the tighter right hander, they seemed as though they were standing still, my little Civic blasting onward.


Soon enough I was right on Paul's tail, just centimetres away from his back bumper, pushing him, hoping he would try and out run me so I could prove to him that his car wasn't as fast as he thought it was. Finally he made a mistake! He went wide on the second to last corner, allowing me to nip in on the inside and take first place, I took the last corner, floored the throttle and didn't look back.



Funnily enough Paul didn't stick around for the after race celebrations, I felt on top of the world, my Civic had proved itself, and would keep on doing so for quite a while. Well un til I got busted that is...
 
I like the way you've included a flashback into the past when you drove a Civic. :D

Looking into the history of characters is always interesting. :)👍
 
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cheers dude, no worries lol i was only joking :) but i had planned to worm that particular piece of info into a later chapter 👍 now thinking of how to fill the next chapter up :D
 
Chapter 10: Busted

I started racing on the streets, gradually building up the fastet naturally aspirated car for miles around. The little red Honda putting many more powerful cars to shame. I knew it was a risky thing to do, but being only 18 I simply ignored it. I had been preparing the Civic for several weeks, ready for the biggest race meet of the year, a 3 race tournament. I was out doing some late night testing when I saw the harsh glow from a set of fog lights stuck on my tail. I wondered if it was some punk with a heavy right foot who thought it was big to harass other drivers. Wishing to see the limits of the car I pushed it harder and harder, braking later and later, the turns melting away under the white Enkei alloys. As I got faster and faster, closing in on the speed limit, so did the car behind. Nearing 110mph the headlight of the car behind started flickering, a strangely regular flickering...

My reckless driving had caught the interest of the police! The Vectra was a highly tuned pursuit vehicle, built to deal with people such as myself. They took my car away, stripped it for anything worth selling and crushed the rest, the only thing I had left of it was the glass keyring, the Honda logo laser etched into it. To avoid jail time I signed a contract with the chief of police, enlisting me as an undercover agent, bringing down the toughest gang in the country, the 'Brooklyn Big Block's' A well known gang who raced in V8 muscle cars. One of the requirements for entry was having something with an engine over 5000cc or bring something to the party that could beat the best 6 racers in a track race of their choice.




Ch. 11 is also in writing right now, so expect it within about an hour!
 
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They took my car away, stripped it for anything worth selling and crushed the rest, the only thing I had left of it was the glass keyring, the Honda logo laser etched into it.
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Do they really do that in the UK? I'm glad I live in America!

I loved the story:tup:, but you said the next chapter would be up in an hour. More like four months.:) I wish you'd make another chapter!
 
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