My bad.
Haha! And now, to the next chapter that tells the story of my dear Kate Schmitz.
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*over FaceTime*
"Hey Syl, the mountains or freeway?"
"The mountains, derp. I wanna drift."
*conversation ends*
We are headed for Trial Mountain for one of our usual weekend track days. It's one of the places where you can really put your foot down and well, drive without anyone complaining. Well, except the enviromentalists, because the track is located in the mountains.
As you can see, my weapon of choice is a '02 Honda NSX-R. No, i'm not some rich playboy from Fast and Furious. I actually won it from someone with that kind of mentality. In fact, I remember it like it was just an hour ago...
~ Commentator - "And Kate Schmitz in her little Swift dominates the NSX!"
"Bitch. I'm gonna get you sooner or later."
"Let's see who's the real idiot."
~ Commentator - "And to the second to last corner with Schmitz still leading! Who will win this exciting pinkslip?"
"LOL! Wheelspin, she's bound to lose..."
"If i'm bound to lose, why aren't you overtaking me?"
"Well bitch, you'll be mine soon..."
~ Commentator - "And now at the chicane! Will Schmitz win? We think so!"
"Let's see who really shines here."
"🤬... I'm bound to lose.
I closed my eyes... to find out by the commentator that I won.
~ Commentator - "And Schmitz wins this exciting pinkslip!"
Yes!
"How am I going to explain to Mama... help!"
I was still laughing at his reaction when he lost and passed me the keys when Syl suddenly disrupted it and screamed via her iPhone.
"Are you looking? I'm drifffftinggg!!!"
Sigh. Sylvia was a girl that wasn't a normal racer. Sure, she races, but she hosts drift races. Everyone were given Comfort Hard tyres and it pretty much functioned like a normal grippy race.
And there she is, drifting at another corner.
Soon, we arrived at the track.
~ Race Marshall - "Names and cars?"
"Kate Schmitz, Honda NSX-R '02."
"Sylvia Geret, Nissan Silvia S15."
~ Race Marshall - "Kate Schmitz? Any relation to Sabine Schmitz?"
"Nope, but an aspiration to be like her."
~ Race Marshall - "You are clear. Schmitz is in Heat 12 and Geret will be in Heat 15."
After registration, we parked our cars in the pits and wait.
"Hey Kate, you know you gave the Swift to Jenny right?"
"Yeah."
"How is her training going?"
"Ummmmm... let me illustrate it for you."
"Jenny, SLOW DOWN!! DON'T CUTTTTT!!!!!!!"
"Whee! This is fun!!"
"WHAT THE 🤬 ARE YOUUUU DOINNNGGGG!!!!"
"NNNNNOOOO DONNN'TTT REVERRSEEE!!!"
"Woohoo! So fun trying to get my sister sick!
"OKKKAYYYY STOPPPP!! I WANT TO PUKE!!!!!"
"I better, I wouldn't want puke in my new car."
I ran out of the car and puked in the sand.
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"Serious?"
"Yep."
"That is such sick driving! I need to learn a thing or two from her!"
~ Commentator - "Can all drivers in Heat 12 come into the grid?"
"It's my turn. Bye."
As I got ready for the rolling start, my mouth opened. Wide.
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Oh - and by the way...
