Road Burner

Chapter 1-Welcome to New York

Racing was in his DNA. He knew everything there to know about a car. He could take it all apart, clean it, and put it back together. He knew what parts could make a car perform better, and what parts would just make them a joke. He didn't need Nitrous, but it came in handy when racing. He knew who were just plain wusses were, and who didn't play around. His name was Dax Segan. He was an illegal street racer. Problem was though, he didn't have car any more. See six months ago, he was racing back Dallas, Texas in a black with red racing strips 2010 mustang with hydraulics, leather interior, red neon lights under the car. It also had the best engine you could buy. He was the number one racer in town. He even beat the big bosses, The Speed Lords. But you do go to the top and beyond without making enemies along the way. And make enemies he did. He was mile away from a win. He kep thinking about the girl he had talked to before the race. Her body had him memorized. What he didn't know was the Speed Lords had the girl distract him while they cut his fuel line.

He just needed to go a little while longer and he was a winner. He wanted to win in style so he hit the nitrous. The minute he did, the lit caught fire and went ka-boom. The car flipped and landed on the roof. He ended up breaking three ribs, his arm, and sprained his ankle really bad. He was in the hospital for a while. A month after he went in, he came out wearing a cast. Four months later he could take it off. The month after that he spent in the hospital, he time getting back all the muscle he had lost while injured. He left town to go to New York for his new racing career.

Dac walked into his new house to start unpacking. The first box he unpacked was full of money. All the money he had earned during his racing down in Dallas. In total it added up to 30,500 dollars. Catching a taxi he went down to a car dealership a friend of his that lived in New York. When he pulled up he paid with the money in his wallet and took the box. Walking through the car lot, he saw many cars. What he wanted though was a used nice looking car. He wanted something that he could fix up. He wanted something cheap though. He walked by a black beat up 1960 Camaro. It was dented on the door, the left window didn't want to roll up, and the brakes were worn down. A good thing he liked though was it was 20, 100 dollars. While looking at it, a man in a white dress shirt, black tie, blue jeans and sunglasses came out from the building. "Looking' to buy something?" He asked. "Yeah, I am. This car, it's a real fix her upper isn't it?" The man nodded. " Yeah. You must be a friend of Greg. He told me you're going to show up. Your name is?"

"Dax."

"Street racer?"

"Yes sir."

"Well you don't want this car. It's a beat up. No good."

"I think I'll take it."

"You sure my friend?"

" One thing I am always looking forward to is fixin' up a car." The car dealer rubbed the back of his head and sighed. "I'll go get the papers. Want to lease it or buy it?"

"Buy."

"Alright then, let's go."

They shook hands and walked into the building.

He drove across the city to Greg's house/garage. He made it to there with a few bumps. And car farts of smoke out of the exhaust. When he pulled up, a skinny black guy walked out. He wore blue jeans, a sleeveless vest with a white shirt under it. He wore a baseball cap, with the Chevy symbol on it. "Greg."

"Hey, what's up man?" The shook hands while Greg said, "Man, what's it been? Four years since we raced through the streets of Big D."

"Hell yeah. You opened up a garage?"

"Yup. Wants with the hunk of junk?"

"It's my new ride. You know how much I like to fix up cars and drive 'em."

"Well, be happy I got enough parts to fix it up. When are you going to start fixing it up?"

"Tomorrow. I gonna leave it here, cause I don't want to die yet."

"Alright. Night homie. Trust me, no one will steal this piece of crap."

My first racing fanfic, so don't hate. I like the Fast and Furious, and all the Need for Speed series so here we are. I only have one rule and that's for a new chapter, I need one review. Nothing too serious. So thanks for reading and good night or good morning and,

Pura Sangre!