Mycha repeated the same process on the other side and it popped again several times. "Sounds like a huge contender for sure. I'm more of a fan of classic american muscle racing against each other, but thanks to my dad I got to see lots of variety. Well, do you feel any better?" she asked, placing her hands on her hips.

Tyler grunts as his back pops "Yes, much better." He smiles over at her. "Have you seen Shawns new ride, Farmaldehyde? It is the old 50's Hurst with an actual coffin in the back."

Mycha chuckled. "Can't say that I have." she looked down at her watch and frowned. "Well, it's about that time." she dropped her hands to her sides. "Next time I see you I'll have that card for you from my friends chiropractic service. She's amazing, and I'll make sure she gives you a good price." she hopped out of the truck. "Can't have the man who's takin' me out broke before I have a chance at him." she winked and smiled. "You have a good night Tyler, and a fun weekend."

Tyler smiles. "I always do." As Mycha leaves he starts setting up his inflatable bed, locking up the door after he does. He lays down and covers up falling asleep fairly quickly, sleeping through the night.

Waking up in the morning he heads to the front of the truck, firing it up and heading home finally. He makes the drive back uneventfully stopping periodically to top off his fuel. As he nears home he comes across a little frame sitting on the side of the road with a sign on it. Stopping the truck he gets out to check it out, reading the sign he finds that it is free to take. He picks it up and carries it to the truck setting it in the back. He moves back to the front and continues on his way, arriving home a short time later. He see's his friend had already picked up the vehicles he was meant to. He pulls off to the side with the food truck and shuts it off, hopping out then moves around to the back grabbing the frame he found.

Noticing that it is only 11am he decides he can spare some time and do some work on it. He grabs a rear end from a raptor and bolts it in place on the frame, having to reposition the mounting brackets a little. Having the front end in tact he just sticks some lawn mower tires on there and bolts on a tractor seat. He then walks to the back of his garage and starts looking at different engines, finally deciding to go with a turbo 110cc scooter motor. He sets the engine in place and bolts it in then grabs a chain attaching the engine and the axle.

By the time the he gets everything all put together and wired noon had arrived. He hops in the seat and flips a switch, then pushes a button firing the engine up. He drives it outside to a small trailer and straps it down, finally heading into the house where he is greeted by 2 mastiff puppies who look more like miniature horses than the puppies they are supposed to be. His mom comes out from her bedroom a minute later. "Welcome home Tyler, you going to be home for long?" she asks. "Only until about 1, gonna take about 3 hours and I need to be there by 6."

Tyler's mom asks. "You need any money or to take anything with you? Don't need you getting there and realizing you forgot something you needed." Tyler nods his head. "Actually I do need the camera's, chargers, batteries and anything else needed for recording. Need to get a few other things from my room as well." Tyler's mom goes to her bedroom getting some of her camera's as Tyler heads to his bedroom. He grabs his TV, ps4, ps3 and computer, some change of clothes and some blankets. He tosses it all in a foot locker and wheels it out to the living room. His mom comes out with a carrying case. "Put the camera's in the box. Now do you have everything?" Tyler shakes his head. "Not quite. Still need to get my gas powered mixer and some drink mixes, I am not taking the food truck this time. They have a station set up for me this year." His mom says. "The pitcher is up in the cupboard, the mixer is in the wood shop." Tyler grabs the foot locker and puts the camera gear in there. "Well I am gonna get that and get going, it is close enough to 1." His mom looks up at him. "You be careful up there and no drinking and driving." Tyler shakes his head. "Haven't done it before, won't do it now. I will see you probably sunday." Tyler turns around and heads out with his mom saying "Be careful." yet again.

Tyler drags the foot locker out to his camaro sitting behind the garage under a tarp. He loads it up in the back, then goes to the wood shop and grabs the blender coming back to the car with it. He fires the car up and it rumbles as the superchargers turn. He drives up to the trailer and hooks it up then goes back to the garage and hops on the bike, firing it up to put it on the trailer as it is far too heavy to load it up like a normal bike. He straps it down right up against the go kart and raises the gate on the trailer locking it all down. He takes off and heads to town picking up an entire case of liquor from the local liquor store before making the long journey up to the event.

Finally arriving at the event he gets set for the weekend to come. Finding his friend with their vehicles parked near the end of the pit parked in front of their station. He unloads the bike and the go kart then drives up to Adam on the go kart. He leaves it running while he walks up to him the rest of the way. "Registration go fine?" Tyler asks with Adam smiling showing all the registration papers. "We are good to go for the weekend." Tyler smiles. "Sounds good. I am gonna get started with the mixing, you should spool around with the new kart, I just picked it up and built it earlier today." Adam hops on the kart and goes driving around as Tyler prepares for the weekends festivities.

Mycha lay in bed and stared at the ceiling as her roommate snored. It had been a long night after Tyler had left. She had to leave the bar more than once and there had been a lot of ass grabbing from frat guys. She could have handled it looks her dad taught her to, but she valued her job too much. Her alarm went off at seven and she shut it off quickly so she didn't wake the beast. They had gotten in a huge fight last night because apparently Mycha had made too much noise coming in the past few nights.
Rolling her eyes she jumped out of bed, brushed her teeth, put her hair in a messy bun, and dressed in a hoodie and sweats that she put over some short workout shorts. Picking up socks and ruining shoes, she left the dorm room.
Mycha stooped and put on her shoes then went outside to stretch. Once she was done she pulled an arm band with her iPod and ear buds out of her hoodie pocket and put them in and cranked up some 80's rock. She ran five miles around that town before she cooled down until she reached the school gym. There weren't many people there because it was the weekend and still early. She waved and nodded to the guy at the front desk. "Hey Duke." She said before making her way to her locker. She quickly pulled off the sweats and hoodie so she was in her shorts and a sports bra, wrapped her wrists, then went back out. She did some more stretches, then worked on the weight machine, pull up bar, leg machine and punching bag. She hid the fact that she was pretty well built very well. She wasn't super tiny because of muscle and a moderately defined six pack, but she preferred muscular and toned over super skinny and weak.
She worked out for two more hours then got dressed again and returned to her dorm room where she showered and packed a duffle bag with boxing gloves black exercise shorts and her signature lime green sports bra. She put other necessities in her bag, like her mouth guard, as she mixed up a protein shake and drank it as she packed a lunch and dinner. She had to drive and hour and a half home to meet her dad.
She loaded her stuff on her lemon of a car and drove off.
Mycha arrived at an old warehouse turned gym/MMA boxing arena and parked beside her dad's '69 camaro.
"Hey, baby girl." He said as she got out and grabbed her stuff. "Hey dad" she said smiling and giving him a hug.
"You ready to kick some ass?" He asked, draping his arm over her shoulder as they walked in together. "Please, when am I never NOT ready to kick some punk bitch ass?!" She replied.
"Good point, haha" he laughed " let's get you signed in. " he said, directing her to the counter. Mycha have them the info needed and grabbed her number (basically a really lose looking cut off top that fit over her bra). "Locker room?" Her dad asked looking at her. "Locker room." She nodded.
There were about 36 other women there and about the same number of men, all for the purpose of fighting one another. She could feel the adrenaline pumping already and she was jazzed. She went in and changed, then came back out and started warm ups.