It was a cool, damp Saturday morning. There wasn’t a cloud in the sky and you could tell it was going to be a beautiful day. As his alarm went off, he instantly hit snooze and began to think. Today was the day where ten seconds could change everything.
He has been training for this day for weeks now, trying to get the timing just right. His car was a 97 Honda Civic hatchback with a B18C1 GSR engine that was ported and polished and had a t3/t4 turbo with an intercooler. He has been building this car since he turned sixteen. There wasn’t a stock thing on the engine or transmission.
Today was going to be the first day that this car was brought to the track and the first race he has done in a year. His last race didn’t turn out to good; he crashed and was hospitalized for a month. Then he was driving a 00 Toyota Celica GT.
His name is Tyler and he is twenty years old. He lives by himself in Denver, Colorado. Ever since he was a little kid he has been around cars, his dad owned a junk yard back in Minnesota and he spent most of his time out there. Eleven months has been building up to this day, to this race. This Honda was the last thing his dad and him worked on together. He didn’t touch the car for a year after his dad died. Until he almost faced death in his accident.
He was ready to load the civic on to the trailer. He did one last check over everything on the car to make sure it was ready. He decided to run one hundred shot nos and 110 octane fuel.
After he loaded the civic on the trailer and secured it, he went inside and made himself some breakfast. He had a twenty mile drive to the track, and the race started at eleven am. He had about an hour and half before he had to be there. He was starting to get butterflies in his stomach and he was starting to sweat pretty bad. He calmed down, and realized he had a long time until the race still.
After breakfast he went into his room and said one last prayer asking the lord to guide him and bring him to the finish line safely. He made his way to the truck, locking the door behind him. He hoped in the truck and started the engine and made his way to the track. The whole drive there he was thinking about what had happened to him in his last race. He thought about his dad a lot, wishing that he was there.
As he pulled into the parking lot, he started getting nervous again. He knew that everything had to be perfect, from the moment the light turns green to the ten seconds in between. Every shift had to be perfect.
He got the car unloaded and was patiently waiting for them to call his number to the line. When they finally called his number, he knew that he was ready. The car he was racing was nothing to special; it was a 97 Viper GTS. This car had some modifications done to it. So he knew that it was pretty fast.
He got into his car and started the engine; he slowly moved it towards the starting line. The Viper was already to the starting line, they both warmed up there tires by laying some rubber. Then it was time, they both pulled up to the starting line. He patiently waited for the light to change colors; it was at red then went to yellow that’s when he revved his engine to get ready to launch the car. As soon as the light turned green he dropped the clutch and the car took off, he waited for the shift light to turn on until he shifted. The rpm gauge was climbing fast, the light turned on, he shifted into second as fast as he could, the perfect shift it was. The turbo screamed, as he went through each gear. He was neck to neck with the viper the whole race until he hit fourth gear, that’s when he pulled away. He crossed the finish line with a final time of 10.356 seconds. It was the perfect race. He was untouchable, he had lost his fear of racing and was ready to go to the track again.
He has been training for this day for weeks now, trying to get the timing just right. His car was a 97 Honda Civic hatchback with a B18C1 GSR engine that was ported and polished and had a t3/t4 turbo with an intercooler. He has been building this car since he turned sixteen. There wasn’t a stock thing on the engine or transmission.
Today was going to be the first day that this car was brought to the track and the first race he has done in a year. His last race didn’t turn out to good; he crashed and was hospitalized for a month. Then he was driving a 00 Toyota Celica GT.
His name is Tyler and he is twenty years old. He lives by himself in Denver, Colorado. Ever since he was a little kid he has been around cars, his dad owned a junk yard back in Minnesota and he spent most of his time out there. Eleven months has been building up to this day, to this race. This Honda was the last thing his dad and him worked on together. He didn’t touch the car for a year after his dad died. Until he almost faced death in his accident.
He was ready to load the civic on to the trailer. He did one last check over everything on the car to make sure it was ready. He decided to run one hundred shot nos and 110 octane fuel.
After he loaded the civic on the trailer and secured it, he went inside and made himself some breakfast. He had a twenty mile drive to the track, and the race started at eleven am. He had about an hour and half before he had to be there. He was starting to get butterflies in his stomach and he was starting to sweat pretty bad. He calmed down, and realized he had a long time until the race still.
After breakfast he went into his room and said one last prayer asking the lord to guide him and bring him to the finish line safely. He made his way to the truck, locking the door behind him. He hoped in the truck and started the engine and made his way to the track. The whole drive there he was thinking about what had happened to him in his last race. He thought about his dad a lot, wishing that he was there.
As he pulled into the parking lot, he started getting nervous again. He knew that everything had to be perfect, from the moment the light turns green to the ten seconds in between. Every shift had to be perfect.
He got the car unloaded and was patiently waiting for them to call his number to the line. When they finally called his number, he knew that he was ready. The car he was racing was nothing to special; it was a 97 Viper GTS. This car had some modifications done to it. So he knew that it was pretty fast.
He got into his car and started the engine; he slowly moved it towards the starting line. The Viper was already to the starting line, they both warmed up there tires by laying some rubber. Then it was time, they both pulled up to the starting line. He patiently waited for the light to change colors; it was at red then went to yellow that’s when he revved his engine to get ready to launch the car. As soon as the light turned green he dropped the clutch and the car took off, he waited for the shift light to turn on until he shifted. The rpm gauge was climbing fast, the light turned on, he shifted into second as fast as he could, the perfect shift it was. The turbo screamed, as he went through each gear. He was neck to neck with the viper the whole race until he hit fourth gear, that’s when he pulled away. He crossed the finish line with a final time of 10.356 seconds. It was the perfect race. He was untouchable, he had lost his fear of racing and was ready to go to the track again.
7 comments:
Good story. I liked the 97 viper GST.
I guess I don't know my cars, but from what I gathered, great story! I liked how deep the main character was. We need more dialogue, but no biggie! Keep it up.
i liked in the beginning when you were describing the car great explanation. this was a great story how you described everything perfect. i liked the cars you listed in here. and how he said a prayer before he left to the tracks. good job mike
that was an awesoem story bud it was sad and at the same time great accomplishmets came out of his perserverance and he seemed like a very interesting kind of guy and well in a way it shows your interests well to because it reflects something you know alot about Nice Job!
good story very interesting and good descriptions on the cars
good story i liked it alot
cool story i like the viper
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