Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-25319269-20150405043850

Street Racing. Taking your car on the streets and back roads. Mountains if your lucky enough to live in Japan.

I had a 2002 Subaru Liberty B4. 2.0 liter 4 cylinder twin turbo inter cooled, pulling roughly 200 kilowatts and I also put in waste-gates on my turbo to give me a very nice dose of sound of compressed air. A quick note I will not give my name or any pseudo name for personal reasons.

Every car I had raced against or even drove next to around our little area has been modified to some extent.

I had been racing for a while, unfortunately I was up against the usual cheap-ass Civics and if I was lucky I could race some guy in a Supra SZ. This was becoming boring.

If I went out looking of course I would find better racers, but with the girlfriend around I wasn't going anywhere.

It was late at night, somewhere between 12 and 2pm. I stopped by an unofficial street car meet up, which was just on a track near my town, around 20 kilometers out of where I lived. Obviously I am not going to disclose my location for personal protection.

I pulled up near some guys Impreza WRX STI. A very nice rig. All around were Mazda's, Nissan's, Toyota's and Subaru's. As soon as I stepped out of my car I had a few people come around looking at my car, nothing wrong with that, they just wanted to look. I locked my car and went around looking at the other attendant's cars.

I could hear the familiar "Pssshhh" of modified turbo cars and the strangely satisfying sound of racers redlining and pushing their cars to their limits. I went to spectate the racers currently having a race. i could see a heavily modified FD Rx7 and a presumably rally spec Mitsubishi Evo VIII. The bloke in the Evo drifted the corners with both speed and perfection. No under steer. No over steer.

The race came to an end when the young lady in the Rx7 suddenly spun out. She was at an alarming speed whilst she spun through the grass. Another spectator was in her way on the outside of the track, he was trying to tune up some 20 something year old... well... sluts, when he was crushed between the Rx7 and his unrecognizable car. The sex crazed girls were now screaming in terror, too shocked to move. Other people quickly ran over to the wreckage trying to get the unknown guy and lady racer out of the crumpled mess we used to call cars.

I was shocked but quite unfortunately this wasn't the first time I had seen someone die in a race. It's part of the culture. The guy was dead on the spot, but the lady managed to cling to life. She had horrible mangled broken legs. She cried out for the pain to stop as other spectators broke off the wrecked door and dragged the poor lady out and laid her on the grass. Her bones piercing her legs and she was losing blood fast. One spectator called the ambulance and the police.

As soon as the police and paramedics were called the attendants at the meet started to get in there cars and speed off. This has a valid reason. We were partaking in highly illegal activities in sometimes illegally modified cars, and we were not going to get caught no matter what.

I ran back to my B4 and made that car take off like a cat shot in the ass.

I didn't sleep well that night. Amazingly not because of the death I saw. I'm still confused on why that wasn't the reason, but the reason was because of that Evo driver.

Later I was about to drift off to sleep. When I was suddenly awoken by a loud backfire of a car. My heart was jumping out of my chest. I got some clothes on and went outside with a small knife. Don't know what I was going to do with it but rationality was beyond me with as much sleep as I didn't have.

Son of a bitch. The Evo VIII was outside my house on the nature strip. I slowly approached the drivers side window. The engine sounded vicious, the turbo turbines were already spinning even though he was just idling. The tint was too dark to see through. With a puzzled face I inspected the drivers side trying to look through the tint to see the driver.

The window opened. Nothing was strange. It was just bride seats, no backseat however, red and black interior and the driver wearing a hoodie and jeans. He was a very calm looking early 30s year old man.

"Hey mate. Saw you at the track there, brutal scene eh?"

"Yeah... before I call the police how did you find my house?"

"Your the only guy with a B4 in a 100 kilometer radius"

"Guess your ri-"

He interrupted with a smug "Course I'm right. But I wanted to ask you a question, or challenge you depending on how you take it. I know you. You are sick of seeing terrible racers come up with their Honda or non turbo Subaru or whatever and challenge you to a easily won race. Now you have seen me, I want to give you one hell of a race. Right now!"

I stepped back trying to cut off the conversation and go back to bed "Not happening mate I'm too ti-"

Again I was interrupted by this smug asshole almost yelling with enthusiasm "Well that's ok! Just come tell me when you want to have a race then ciao!"

The backfiring monster Evo floored it down the street and out of sight. I swore I heard the waste-gate noise but it was almost like a woman screaming.

I went to sleep with all my fear of the unknown gone. I slept like a baby knowing that this mysterious guy was just some smug, rich prick! I laughed as I remembered that I had no way of contacting him even though he wanted me to come to him to challenge him to a race.  