Just a story I came up with. inspired by my first car and pretty much my first year driving…

Since I am not artistic in any way, I will be uploading a picture of my actual car. I may change it later on if I take a new pic, I'd done a little more to it since my last shoot of it.

This is kind of Ryan's rise to fame as a top racer of the Pro Street Circuit.


The party was amazing, same as those the months before. When the Jewels throw a party, they go overboard. Good drinks, popular people, and live music. That's where we came in.

We were never popular enough to get invited on our own. Just another underclassmen rock band. We must have been doing something right, every party we were asked to play.

There were, however, three rules we had to follow. No fighting, stay hidden, and don't ruin the vibe. As I said, we weren't popular so we shouldn't expect to be treated like we were.

It was after the volleyball tournament that we were told to get ready. I hung back to tune my guitar when Ken walked over, sunglasses hanging from his pants pocket, expensive polo tied around his waist.

"Hey," he said as he shook the pool water from his short, blonde hair.

Him being the only one of the Jewels to talk to me, I assumed it was because of him we were always asked to play their parties. He seemed nice enough so I always held conversation with him, specially at his sister's birthday party.

"How's it going?" I asked while I adjusted my E string.

"Not bad, look around," he added with a chuckle, "I was wondering if you could do me a favor after the show."

I shrugged, wondering what he could need me to do for him, "Sure, whatever you need."

"Good," he said with a smile and held out his hand.

I stretched mine out and he dropped something into it and walked away. With a confused stare I found myself looking at the key to a Nissan S13. I looked to the parking area where his car sat next to the rest of the expensive, customized rides.

His silver and blue Nissan sat lower than most and had an evil glint to it's gleaming body kit.

Figuring he wanted me to wash it or something, I put the key in my pocket and shook my long hair from away my face. With a last sigh I walked to where everyone stood by their instruments.

"Don't screw this up," said the voice behind the evil look that was Seth, "I'd like to be invited to the next one."

I returned the glare and plugged into the supplied amp. Seth was adjusting his symbols when Rod slid towards me.

"You got this right? This is Crystal Price's birthday, we mess this up and we might not be let back."

I swung at his green Mohawk and pushed him back to his bass, "Yeah, yeah."

Just hearing her name was enough to picture her. Long blonde hair, short skirt, almost snow white skin, and the most attractive purple tinted eyes you'd ever seen. I might've been ok, if I hadn't looked to where her Mitsubishi slid to a stop.

She looked so small stepping out of the huge car. A black Lancer with wide body kit and numerous decals from all the aftermarket parts installed. A smile and a wave was all she gave them.

The pink Mazda was the next to park. Stepping out of her RX-7 Spirit was Ruby. Her long, red hair trailed behind her as she swung it to keep from closing it in her door. As if posing for Tuner Magazine, she raised her index finger like a gun and blew on the end.

You heard Carl before you seen him. The 400hp American muscle car slid around the side of the house in a flourish of burning rubber and expert driving. After one more circle through the large driveway, the Mustang rolled into line between Ken's Nissan and Ruby's Mazda.

Stepping out of the pristine '68, Carl stretched to his full height and absorbed the attention. His school uniform rested over his bronze chest and fluttered in the light breeze. Another snotty rich kid with more money spent on tanning than a small country's income.

So, we waited. Nothing more we could do.

"So what're we doing?" Seth asked while adjusting his microphone stand and adjusting the volume on his amp.

"Same as always," I began, "Give'em a show."

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"Change of plans," Ken said as he walked to where I was waiting.

I turned at the sound of his voice and noticed Crystal walking with him.

"I won't be needing your help after all,"

By the tone of his voice, I could tell whatever he was planning had been figured out and was most likely ruined.

I handed him his key and began calculating how long of a walk home I had ahead of me.

"Hold on, we'll give you a lift home,"

I stopped and thought for a moment, "That's okay, it's only ten, maybe twenty miles…"

"Nonsense, get in the car."

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Crystal was driving the S13 with about as much skill as I'm sure Ken would. Had he not been passed out in the backseat of course.

I sat quietly in the front seat, looking out the window. I tried my best to keep from ruining this rare demonstration of Jewels hospitality.

Finally reaching the city, she turned off the highway and broke the silence, "So, where are you going?"

Her voice quiet and sounded a touch bored.

"As close to Maple as you want."

"How about here," she said as she pulled toward the side of the road, an area known as the rough part nearly four miles from home.

I unhooked my seatbelt and reached for my guitar bag.

Laughing, she shifted back into first and pulled away from the curb, "Relax, I'm just kidding."

"Ha, Ha," I said as I buckled my belt.

"So, Ryan, are you driving yet?"

"Well," I began, "I got my license the other day and I'm supposed to get my car tomorrow."

"What are you getting?" she asked while pulling to a stop at a traffic light.

The question reminded me that dad hadn't told me what he was getting me, "I don't know yet. My sister got a new Lexus, so hopefully something good. I got some money put up so even if it's a Hyundai I can make it drivable."

"Weren't you going out with her in junior high?"

I flushed at the embarrassment of someone remembering that, "Yeah, before our parents got married."

"The way everyone talked about it made it seem like you were blood related."

"Yeah, I'd rather not talk about it."

There was another stretch of silence.

"If you could own any car, what would it be?"

There it was, the question that kept me up many nights.

"Well, if I could have anything, it'd be a Panda Trueno. The '86 model with the flip up lights. A 240sx wouldn't be too bad either."

"Not bad choices," she said as she stopped at the corner of Maple and let me out.

"Thanks for the ride," I said as I opened the door and pulled myself to my feet.

"No problem. Now I gotta get the drunk to the liquor store before it closes."

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At 6:45 in the morning I looked out of my window and seen a shadow cast across the driveway. After ignoring Lucy's comment about me being ready before her, I ran through the kitchen and into the garage where it sat.

The ugliest thing I'd ever seen.

It's height betrayed you into thinking it was a truck. The compact body made you think it was a car. There were a few dents in the fender, but the rust showed mercy and stayed along the bottom of the doors nearly obliterating the rocker panels.

It sat in the garage looking as confused as I was. The red paint faded and there were only three hubcaps, the name GEO embellished in the same red as the body.

The interior was stained and in need of a good vacuuming. The seats were red and black, and they tried to fool you into thinking they were aftermarket.

I looked at the odometer, it read an absurd two hundred and twenty six thousand mile. I didn't bother looking under the hood, not that the lever to pop it was there anyway.

The ragtop roof was dry rotted and the plastic windows were so faded, you could barely see through them.

"So, what do you think?" my dad asked from the doorway.

"What is it?" I asked, looking at the 'TRACKER' sticker on the quarter panel.

He came into the garage and set his coffee cup on the bench, "It's your car."

"This?" I asked kicking the tire, listening to rust flakes fall on the garage floor.

He looked it over, "It's a beauty, isn't it? I had one when I was a kid."

"It's a go-kart…"

"No, it's a 90's hybrid, half car, half truck. It's small, meaning it'll be good on gas, and in the winter the heat will work better."

I spent another moment looking at the… car.

"You spent all the money on the Lexus, didn't you?"

He didn't say anything for quite some time.

"A guy at work was gonna junk it, so I told him I'd take it from him. You don't like it?"

"It's… not what I was expecting."

He ran his hands through his paling brown hair and looked through the open garage door to where Lucy's Lexus was parked, "You wanted a Lexus too? Well let me tell you something about her car."

He walked to the door to get a better look at it.

"That is the safest car on the market. Twelve airbags, reinforced pillars, and I had the mechanic tweak it so it wouldn't go any higher than ninety miles an hour. Lucy's accident prone, and I'd rather her be in something safe. You however, are a man. You're bound to get a little crazy with your first car, and it's better to destroy something cheap."

He turned around and once again remarked on the car in the garage, "I think if you give it time, you'll come to enjoy it. It's got a pretty strong frame, so you have a lot to work with if you want to customize it. We put a V8 in mine, totaled it a year later."

"It's because I'm not really your son, isn't it?"

He froze and didn't move for quiet some time. Eventually he opened the door and pulled the key from the ignition.

"I'm sorry you don't like it," he began as he picked up his cup and started for the house, "But I'm disappointed that you won't even try it."

'Damn it, dad,'

"Give me the keys."

He turned and tossed them across the room, "You'll see. Soon you won't imagine yourself driving anything but this."

I spent the next five minutes staring it down. I could almost feel it's nervousness. With a loud sigh, I walked toward the door and hit the button for the garage door opener. When the door was fully closed I turned off the lights and walked into the house to finish getting ready for school.


There you have it, not a bad opening in my opinion. Oh well, next chapter, we'll find out how it drives.

Thanks for reading.