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As the Japanese rocket shot from their household, Ellie was surprisingly impartial to the sudden shot of g-forces that her body had been subjected to. Eyeing the tachometer, as it climbed up higher and higher - Ellie was surprised at how high it was going. She wasn't made aware about the nature of rotary engines. Did this car sound like a vacuum cleaner tearing some carpet? Yes it did, but it was fast, and the powerband was as tall as she was. It felt like a rocket as it tore through more gears, but unlike a lot of high speed cars that she had been in, it was very stable, which could be accredited to the downforce that the body of the car had produced. The fastest thing that Ellie owned was a turbocharged Toyota 4Runner with a V8 in it. That thing was her daily, and could climb anything. But could it go as fast as the RX-7 she was sitting in right now? No, it couldn't even come close. The more that she sat in this car, the more she thought about obtaining a car like this. It was interesting how this car's nature was.
As the Garmin GPS system flickered to life, and provided a route to race location, Ellie took a moment to pull her phone out and update herself on what had happened. She had a stack of emails, text messages, and her voicemail had filled up with stuff that she needed to take care of as soon as she got back to somewhere where she could do it. Then suddenly, the sound of a V8 roaring filled the cabin as Ross dialed up his wife, and suddenly her voice replaced the roaring V8. A quick conversation took place as to what was happening tonight, then an audible click was heard as the conversation concluded. Ellie stared at Ross for a cool minute before returning to her phone, as she looked at photos she took of her, Mia, and Kimberly.
American Muscle was a strange fit for Kimberly, despite her specialty with Japanese cars - muscle cars were also a good fit for her. It wasn't just because she was American, but it also suited her style. A common theme across the cars she currently owned was the massive amount of power that was packed underneath the hood of each car. It wasn't because Kimberly needed it to be the sort of driver she was now, but she just really, really liked the way it felt whenever she pressed on the gas pedal and a whole bunch of power surged throughout. Muscle cars were excellent at that, which is why they suited her very well. Such was the case with the Mustang. Tons of torque and power were available, and because it was a supercharged car, there was very little lag and throttle response was immediate. It was satisfying, especially when Kimberly was shooting down the straight, with some Austrian fellow sitting in the seat next to her.
The redline wasn't as high as Ross's RX-7, let alone her Skyline, but when it hit that rev-limiter, the punch of power that followed was immensely satisfying. As she and Seb pulled up to a red light, having to stop because there were a bunch of cars crossing by that would make the trek across impossible, the phone sitting in her cupholder rang. Before she could pick up, however, the light turned green and Kimberly was focused on getting the car to move and pointing it in the direction of the meet. As she saw open road ahead, she pulled it out of her cupholder and answered the call, putting it on speaker as she put the pedal to the metal. "I can hear your voice, but your car not so much." Kimberly replied cheekily, taking a moment to shift gears before telling Ross about the details of the race coming up. "So this is going to be like the London thing, except EVERYONE you see there is gonna be participating. From those dudes that are inevitably going to be in bone-stock R8s to those fucks in Civics. They'll be there, and you're going to have to compete against them. First is first, though. Doesn't matter what you're driving just as long as you get across the line first." A lot of familiar faces, at least to Kimberly, were going to be there. She hadn't seen much of them since she'd met Ross, but she was sure they remembered who she was and was also sure of her still-standing reputation. Some would be shocked to see her at the event, and even more shocked at what she was driving, but Kimberly didn't care. She was back on the scene after so long. There were going to be some people looking to overtake her, but that was fine with her. She just had to put them back in their place. "See you on the other side, babe." Kimberly dismissed, before hanging up and dropping her phone back into the cupholder. She looked over to Seb, and shrugged. "Picked a good time to come by, Sebby. You're in for an experience."
As Ellie looked at the photos, she was smiling at how adorable Mia was. Out of all the things in the world right now, the little girl that she was holding a while ago was on her mind the most. She had no clear idea why, but she was sure a part of it was because that it was an indication of the different places she and Ross were in when it came to life. Mia was a symbol of sorts. Ellie was still out doing some crazy shit, but Ross had things tying him down (which didn't really keep him from doing crazy shit either), and lived a different lifestyle. It had Ellie thinking about how she was living life. It was weird that she was having an existential crisis in a car barreling through the streets of Los Angeles.
"You guys ever think about having another kid? Mia is so fucking cute I can't even handle it. She's like you, but more... tenacious. I can tell she's going to be a handful to whoever's going to date her once she's older." It was a weird question to ask, definitely. But with the mental fuck that Ellie was having right now, she had to get it off of her mind. Maybe it would've provided a basis for her to start settling down soon - she was coming up on thirty and needed to get a plan together for when her body is inevitably unable to handle the lifestyle she lives right now. "It's weird, y'know?" The Scottish girl inquired, as she looked at Ross. "We're pretty close in age, but yet we're in different places in life. You're married and have a kid and whatnot, but here's me, going around jumping out of airplanes, skiing, and carving mountains with my boyfriend -- as a career as well." The lifelong friend of Ross's had sunk in her seat a little bit, shrugging. "[color=fff79a]I don't know, man. I thought you'd be doing the same old shit you did when we were kids.[color]"
party music bc fuck yeah
The sight of the collection of cars on the abandoned lot instilled a good feeling into Kimberly. It had been a long time since she had been to one of these sorts of events on her home turf. It was good to be back, after all. The barreling Mustang had slowed down just enough so people could gawk at the Mustang that had just arrived. As she rolled up, she stopped for just a second before revving the car just to show off a bit. It wasn't like Kimberly to be like that, but because it had been so long she just felt like doing it. She then went to move around and found a place to park her Mustang, backing into a spot next to a familiar looking pearlescent McLaren MP4-12C and an even more familiar dark blue GT-R. Once the engine had settled, she took a moment to find her glasses out of the glovebox, putting them on because she would need it to see things. They were those glasses that made her piercing blue eyes look fucking HUGE.
Kimberly gestured to Seb to exit the car, and once she did she was met by the owners of the cars next to her. They really did remember who she was, as shown by people's enthusiasm of seeing her once again. The music boomed, but the attention was still on the cars as Kimberly was handed a slip with the race route. All she had to do was to punch it into a phone app and she'd be set. Kimberly stuffed the slip into her pocket and greeted some old friends.
"Holy shit, it's Kimberly... how ya been? I haven't seen you in such a long time."
"I've been good! I've been busy with life so I haven't really had time to come back today, but y'know... I felt it was time to come back today."
"No shit, huh? That Mustang yours? That's unlike you."
"Yeah it is, spent the last few months building it from the ground up. It was a bitch but everything's going well - pushing six hundred plus on just regular gas. I don't know what it'll push on E85 just yet."
For the time being, Kimberly was socializing with old friends and whatnot while she waited for Ross to get there. She didn't need the GPS to get there, because she knew the fastest route to that lot by heart, meaning that she had a little time to kill before the race started.
As the Garmin GPS system flickered to life, and provided a route to race location, Ellie took a moment to pull her phone out and update herself on what had happened. She had a stack of emails, text messages, and her voicemail had filled up with stuff that she needed to take care of as soon as she got back to somewhere where she could do it. Then suddenly, the sound of a V8 roaring filled the cabin as Ross dialed up his wife, and suddenly her voice replaced the roaring V8. A quick conversation took place as to what was happening tonight, then an audible click was heard as the conversation concluded. Ellie stared at Ross for a cool minute before returning to her phone, as she looked at photos she took of her, Mia, and Kimberly.
American Muscle was a strange fit for Kimberly, despite her specialty with Japanese cars - muscle cars were also a good fit for her. It wasn't just because she was American, but it also suited her style. A common theme across the cars she currently owned was the massive amount of power that was packed underneath the hood of each car. It wasn't because Kimberly needed it to be the sort of driver she was now, but she just really, really liked the way it felt whenever she pressed on the gas pedal and a whole bunch of power surged throughout. Muscle cars were excellent at that, which is why they suited her very well. Such was the case with the Mustang. Tons of torque and power were available, and because it was a supercharged car, there was very little lag and throttle response was immediate. It was satisfying, especially when Kimberly was shooting down the straight, with some Austrian fellow sitting in the seat next to her.
The redline wasn't as high as Ross's RX-7, let alone her Skyline, but when it hit that rev-limiter, the punch of power that followed was immensely satisfying. As she and Seb pulled up to a red light, having to stop because there were a bunch of cars crossing by that would make the trek across impossible, the phone sitting in her cupholder rang. Before she could pick up, however, the light turned green and Kimberly was focused on getting the car to move and pointing it in the direction of the meet. As she saw open road ahead, she pulled it out of her cupholder and answered the call, putting it on speaker as she put the pedal to the metal. "I can hear your voice, but your car not so much." Kimberly replied cheekily, taking a moment to shift gears before telling Ross about the details of the race coming up. "So this is going to be like the London thing, except EVERYONE you see there is gonna be participating. From those dudes that are inevitably going to be in bone-stock R8s to those fucks in Civics. They'll be there, and you're going to have to compete against them. First is first, though. Doesn't matter what you're driving just as long as you get across the line first." A lot of familiar faces, at least to Kimberly, were going to be there. She hadn't seen much of them since she'd met Ross, but she was sure they remembered who she was and was also sure of her still-standing reputation. Some would be shocked to see her at the event, and even more shocked at what she was driving, but Kimberly didn't care. She was back on the scene after so long. There were going to be some people looking to overtake her, but that was fine with her. She just had to put them back in their place. "See you on the other side, babe." Kimberly dismissed, before hanging up and dropping her phone back into the cupholder. She looked over to Seb, and shrugged. "Picked a good time to come by, Sebby. You're in for an experience."
As Ellie looked at the photos, she was smiling at how adorable Mia was. Out of all the things in the world right now, the little girl that she was holding a while ago was on her mind the most. She had no clear idea why, but she was sure a part of it was because that it was an indication of the different places she and Ross were in when it came to life. Mia was a symbol of sorts. Ellie was still out doing some crazy shit, but Ross had things tying him down (which didn't really keep him from doing crazy shit either), and lived a different lifestyle. It had Ellie thinking about how she was living life. It was weird that she was having an existential crisis in a car barreling through the streets of Los Angeles.
"You guys ever think about having another kid? Mia is so fucking cute I can't even handle it. She's like you, but more... tenacious. I can tell she's going to be a handful to whoever's going to date her once she's older." It was a weird question to ask, definitely. But with the mental fuck that Ellie was having right now, she had to get it off of her mind. Maybe it would've provided a basis for her to start settling down soon - she was coming up on thirty and needed to get a plan together for when her body is inevitably unable to handle the lifestyle she lives right now. "It's weird, y'know?" The Scottish girl inquired, as she looked at Ross. "We're pretty close in age, but yet we're in different places in life. You're married and have a kid and whatnot, but here's me, going around jumping out of airplanes, skiing, and carving mountains with my boyfriend -- as a career as well." The lifelong friend of Ross's had sunk in her seat a little bit, shrugging. "[color=fff79a]I don't know, man. I thought you'd be doing the same old shit you did when we were kids.[color]"
party music bc fuck yeah
The sight of the collection of cars on the abandoned lot instilled a good feeling into Kimberly. It had been a long time since she had been to one of these sorts of events on her home turf. It was good to be back, after all. The barreling Mustang had slowed down just enough so people could gawk at the Mustang that had just arrived. As she rolled up, she stopped for just a second before revving the car just to show off a bit. It wasn't like Kimberly to be like that, but because it had been so long she just felt like doing it. She then went to move around and found a place to park her Mustang, backing into a spot next to a familiar looking pearlescent McLaren MP4-12C and an even more familiar dark blue GT-R. Once the engine had settled, she took a moment to find her glasses out of the glovebox, putting them on because she would need it to see things. They were those glasses that made her piercing blue eyes look fucking HUGE.
Kimberly gestured to Seb to exit the car, and once she did she was met by the owners of the cars next to her. They really did remember who she was, as shown by people's enthusiasm of seeing her once again. The music boomed, but the attention was still on the cars as Kimberly was handed a slip with the race route. All she had to do was to punch it into a phone app and she'd be set. Kimberly stuffed the slip into her pocket and greeted some old friends.
"Holy shit, it's Kimberly... how ya been? I haven't seen you in such a long time."
"I've been good! I've been busy with life so I haven't really had time to come back today, but y'know... I felt it was time to come back today."
"No shit, huh? That Mustang yours? That's unlike you."
"Yeah it is, spent the last few months building it from the ground up. It was a bitch but everything's going well - pushing six hundred plus on just regular gas. I don't know what it'll push on E85 just yet."
For the time being, Kimberly was socializing with old friends and whatnot while she waited for Ross to get there. She didn't need the GPS to get there, because she knew the fastest route to that lot by heart, meaning that she had a little time to kill before the race started.
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Ryan Townsend
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Ryan murmured to himself as he watched game tape on the big screen TV unfold in front of him. It was tradition to do so every morning, ever since the cable at his house went out and he had nothing else to watch while he ate breakfast. The results that came by doing so were very obvious. Instead of learning of the tragedies of the world - he was able to analyze his game, and the opponent's game as well. Every little intricacy they had he was going to pick up sooner or later. Was it boring to Audrey, who just wanted to watch her cartoons? Yes, yes it very much was boring. But at the same time, Audrey knew that this was helping her big brother, so she didn't mind as much. Usually she just minded her own business and kept to herself as she munched on her cereal. The really annoying parts, however, was when Ryan had to rewind and play a particular segment of a play over and over again in order to process what had happened. He wanted to know what everyone on every play was doing, no matter where they were or if they were against him or not. Every single piece could've proven to be valuable come gameday on Friday.
Once a few minutes had passed, Ryan finished his breakfast of eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns and proceeded to get ready for the day. He didn't really like to bother much with his appearance. He figured with a little teasing here and there he'd be fine for the day. He put even less effort into the clothes he wore every day. He was an athlete, and so he had to cut things like worrying about fashion out in order to maximize the role football took in his life. The quarterback opened his closet and looked at the row of plain white t-shirts he had. Sure, he had other t-shirts as well but there was the hassle of having to match it with the pants and whatnot - Ryan didn't have time for that. He threw on a fresh t-shirt and a pair of relaxed, light washed jeans and there was that.
The shuffling of things inside his backpack echoed throughout the household as he made his way to the front door, but not until Audrey came up and blocked his way to the front door. She didn't start school until later so she had time to hang out by herself and be able to watch something other than football film. Ryan smirked and kissed Audrey on the cheek, hugging her. "I'll see you later, Audrey." Ryan said, before tousling her hair and walking out the door. Because of the way Ryan's parents lived, he needed to drive himself, much like his classmates. That wasn't a problem in the morning, but in the evening, after practice was done, and his body was sore, then things got a little hectic. He was exhausted, and sore, but he still had to operate a vehicle and make it home in one piece. It wasn't as bad as he put it, but he would much rather be given a ride home or something, for his own sake.
The clunky little Chevrolet Impala moved throughout the streets as Ryan blasted this song in his car in order to keep himself awake. Ryan really fucked with modern day rap, being exposed to it constantly due to his time with fellow football players and his teammates. Something about the driving beats really got him pumped and ready to chuck the ball as far as he wanted to. The windows were rumbling as he pulled into the school parking lot. Driving past Anna's mopey Corolla, he pulled into the spot right next to her and exited the car. He was sort of aware that he was one of the last people to show up to homeroom, but he didn't care. People didn't fuck with him and he didn't fuck with people. There was that.
He walked into the homeroom, glancing across the entire room before taking his seat and plopping down, his head already on his hands as he heard the discussion about a field trip of sorts. Ryan didn't care for any of the suggestions, up until he heard CR's suggestion. "Alps has got my vote too. Hawaii is so damn overdone."
@lovely complex still alive but yall are aware of what's going on beeville
[NEW SYSTEM LADDIE
this is kimberly
this is ellie
this is gina
this is for mia]
Ellie chuckled once Ross asked her how she was. It had been far too long since the two had seen each other. But basing on his questions, he probably didn't dwell too much on her YouTube channel. She didn't even know where to begin. Sure, there were already stories from when she moved to Vancouver, but there were just so many that it was hard to pinpoint just one to start with. Ellie sat there, putting her hands on her cheeks and sighing. So much to do, so much to see, but she just didn't know. The blonde smiled and sat back in her chair, taking one long sip of her drink before settling down and looking at Ross and his beautiful wife.
"Well... since I moved to Canada... shit's been interesting."
Ellie went on about her life since she'd moved to Canada. She went over how she developed an interest in snowboarding and skiing, even mentioning how she became a teacher for a little bit to support herself as she went through college. Despite how silly it might've been to be so passionate about such a sport, Ellie was fully confident in it and owned every decision she made. Those decisions were the ones that got her to where she is today. She was giggling like a motherfucker though, mostly attributed to the alcohol. But also how she was able to finally tell one of her lifelong friends about what she was doing in life.
"...and after that... GoPro came up to me and offered to sponsor me and let me use their stuff in future videos of mine! They promoted three of my videos after I did some promotional stuff for them and I just blew up from that point." Ellie eventually finished up with summarizing all the events that had happened in the last few weeks with the illegal wingsuiting and whatnot. She left out the part where she and Seb fucked on the beach because that's not something that they should know just yet. Now came Ross's turn to talk about his life, and at some points Kimberly joined in, knowing that the least she could do was to help her husband reunite with his childhood friend.
"...no I was driving the NSX. The turbos broke so I wasn't able to finish ahead of you obviously." Kimberly squinted at her husband, who was talking about the time where they raced in Europe with his Aston Martin and her (now retired) Honda NSX. Even though she was about four months pregnant at the time, Kimberly truly did enjoy that very much. If she had to relive that moment, the first and only thing she would change was the car she picked. The NSX had no business competing with those cars, even if it might've been pushing 600 hp with two turbos. The chassis was shit, the suspension was shot, and the balance was compromised due to the tuneup. It was good in acceleration but poor in cornering. It was nothing like her R34.
Ellie had learned about Ross and Kimberly's experiences in parenthood and how both of them agreed it was a very difficult thing to do. Kimberly had been nice and opened up about her post-partum depression. That along with the freaking baby waking them up every now and then made it so difficult on them, especially because every time little Mia started to cry it was always something different. Now that she was older it was different, she was gaining independence piece by piece. That being said, Kimberly was always open to having another child. Despite the downsides, Kimberly expressed how satisfying it was to watch her little girl learn how to walk and talk and become her own person. It had Ellie thinking about her life and what she wanted to do later down the line. She couldn't keep this lifestyle up forever as much as she wanted to. The constant falling and injuries were going to come bite her in the ass later, and at that point she would have to retire. It was something she'd want to discuss with Seb later down the line.
The conversation had dragged on to the wee hours of the night, before both Ellie and Kimberly were both having tomato faces - which was an indicator that they probably should head on back home before they started to do some really stupid things.
A few days later
Los Angeles, California, USA
The event had been an ultimate success. Kimberly had the time of her life there, enjoying the parties and the cars and meeting all the cool people. But now, now it was back to home life. The two had landed back in Los Angeles a few hours ago, and was getting used to the climate in Los Angeles yet again. Ross was shipped home in a taxi of sorts as Kimberly said she had some business to take care of once she got home. The two had gotten home right in the evening, so the sun was still up over the Los Angeles cityscape as she picked up her Skyline and drove to take care of her business. It felt good to be back on the Californian tarmac, even though the British streets were of better quality, these streets just had a quality to them that couldn't be replicated anywhere else. The RB26DETT roared as Kimberly took the side streets into the industrial area of the city. Her father had texted her earlier about something that had peaked her interest, and she was there to cash in on the opportunity.
Kimberly and Godzilla roamed around the streets until she was able to find the warehouse that her stuff was in. Once she was in the compound, came the aimless roaming throughout as she located the unit it was hidden in. Whatever he had for her better had been worth it. Kimberly just wanted to see Mia right now but her father had told her that this was something she needed to see as soon as possible. Eventually, she did come around and find it, which was great. Exiting her car and going up to the unit's keypad, she punched in the key. It took a while, but then the door lurched. A groaning sound emitted as she stood there and waited for whatever it had inside.
The bright light had blinded Kimberly temporarily, but what was inside was worth the blinding. Inside was the rolling shell of a 1967 Ford Mustang Boss 429. It was a car that Kimberly had wanted for a long time but was never able to find, and yet there it was... sitting right in front of her. She had a wide smile on her face as she pulled her phone out, its bright screen reflecting off of her glasses as she called her towing guy.
"Hey Lou, I got something you might wanna help me move."
The next few weeks had zipped by as Kimberly promptly had the shell parked in her garage. The first thing she ordered was a 5.0L RSC Coyote V8 straight from the website, then came some fat tires and the best suspension components her money could buy. She was planning some big power for this baby, and she needed some serious metal to get it set up. The parts often came in large crates, meaning very little assembly was required as she fit the pieces as if they were a puzzle. First came the engine, which was quickly put in and hooked up to the parts that had already come. In one entire day, she had been able to juggle taking care of her baby daughter and setting up the engine so well that she was at the point that all she needed to do was to connect the ECU to the engine and she was set. Kimberly had very little sleep throughout these days as she tried to get the Mustang ready to roll in a few weeks time.
At the same time, however, Ross had obtained an RX7 and he had gone nuts with it too. At that point, all delivery services knew Ross and Kimberly by name. If they saw a huge package come by, it was 99.9% their things for their project cars. Kimberly had no idea what Ross was doing to his car. All she knew was that he was like a little kid and candy when it came to it. At one point, when Kimberly had taken a day off and was spending it with Mia, he darted out the door faster than she had ever seen him move to pick up a package he had been waiting so long for. Mia didn't have a care in the world for what her dad was doing. She was just happy that mom was paying attention to her for a longer period of time than recently.
Weeks and weeks shot by and both of their cars were becoming actual cars. Kimberly's car was practically operational at this point, but not ready to race as everything was still new and required their breaking-in period so that she was ready to race it when the time came. Kimberly's car had gone from a hollow husk to a beautiful green Mustang. It was a sight to behold, honestly. And underneath that hood was six hundred and fifty plus horsepower ready to tear someone's face off at the step of a pedal.
A few days after that...
Nighttime
Los Angeles, CA, USA
"Ehl-lee. Ehl-lee. Ehl-lee!"
The Canadian-Scottish woman had come over with her boyfriend to the Rossi residence as tonight was going to be a spectacular racing event. Lots of people in the LA racing scene were going to be involved and Kimberly was really excited to be involved. However, despite the amount of horsepower on the household, Ellie was more focused on Mia.
"Ewwie."
Mia was plopped on the ground, sitting up and looking at Ellie with a smile on her face as she grabbed her hand and pulled on it. Her hazel eyes were filled with joy, mostly because she had someone to play with. Ellie still couldn't believe how adorable she was in person. The way how her cheeks were just so chubby, and how smart she was for a one and a half year old. She was full of life, but also very well behaved. Definitely wasn't Ross's genes.
"AH YOU'RE SO CUTE!"
In one fell swoop, Ellie scooped up Mia and cuddled her, the little girl giggling with joy as she was squeezed by Ellie.
In the meantime, Kimberly was getting her Mustang ready tonight. She was chilling in the Mustang and looking at the dashboard as she had her laptop, making adjustments to the tune on her ECU to make it optimal for the racing conditions tonight. A lot of raw prospects and veterans were going to be on the road tonight. This was going to be the Green Hornet's debut tonight and she wanted it to be as amazing as possible.
As soon as she was done, she turned the key and the engine fired up. The V8 rumbled the entire household, prompting Ellie to pick up Mia and put the ear protectors on her as she brought the cute little bundle of joy to the garage and placed her on Kimberly's lap. Mia was delighted to see her mom as Kimberly embraced her. Kimberly shut off the car before making her final arrangements.
"So... Seb rides with me, and Ellie rides with Ross. Deal?"
Kimberly looked at everyone around her before snuggling her daughter once again. Mia had enough of snuggling her mom and looked at her dad, having that look on her face that signaled that she wanted to be carried by her dad. She wanted to be with him more right now. Couldn't blame her. Kimberly in the meanwhile looked at the newest member of her collection of cars. This was the first muscle car she would've ever owned, and she was proud to have a car like this. It was one of her desired cars, growing up as a young woman, but could never have it as she was far too busy.
"So let me get this straight. You guys do this regularly... and you haven't been caught once?"
Kimberly shrugged, despite having many run-ins with the police they never seemed to get close enough to catch her. It was helpful that she covered up any identifiers such as her license plate or the VIN. The question did haunt her from time to time, however, because she had to think about how she can't keep this sort of lifestyle up if she wanted to be a good mother for her kid, and potential kids in the future.
"We're just too good. We're not those jackasses that put other people in danger. We race when there's nobody out so that nobody's at harm. If we do, it's because we know how to maneuver.
An unspoken rule among the group of street racers that race even in heavy traffic is that they had to put other lives above theirs. That meant if someone had to decide running into a tree or into somebody they were going to go out of their way and plow into that tree. Even if it meant killing them. At least they didn't have to take another one with them. Kimberly had never recalled having a fatal crash, and she didn't intend on having one soon.
Her eyes looked around, briefly locking gazes with her daughter before sticking her tongue out. Mia promptly smiled and buried her face as she was amused. It was amazing that this little girl had so much personality to her. She was only one and a half yet she was as jazzy and lively as any other person.
Kimberly looked down at her watch and saw that the race time was coming soon, which meant that Kimberly's sister would be coming to babysit once again while Kimberly did her thing. "It's almost go time, people." Kimberly gestured for whoever was holding her daughter to go back inside and make sure she wasn't too close to the car. Mia was smart enough to cover her ears even when she didn't have those earmuffs but Kimberly didn't want to risk it. As soon as she was out of the damage radius, Kimberly once again turned the car on and the big-block roared to life. She revved it twice, before letting it warm up. "Rule Number one of my car, don't ever touch the steering wheel unless I tell you too. Rule number two, you better have good music taste or I will kick you out on the freeway. Rule number three, keep your mouth shut when we're going fast."
this is kimberly
this is ellie
this is gina
this is for mia]
Ellie chuckled once Ross asked her how she was. It had been far too long since the two had seen each other. But basing on his questions, he probably didn't dwell too much on her YouTube channel. She didn't even know where to begin. Sure, there were already stories from when she moved to Vancouver, but there were just so many that it was hard to pinpoint just one to start with. Ellie sat there, putting her hands on her cheeks and sighing. So much to do, so much to see, but she just didn't know. The blonde smiled and sat back in her chair, taking one long sip of her drink before settling down and looking at Ross and his beautiful wife.
"Well... since I moved to Canada... shit's been interesting."
Ellie went on about her life since she'd moved to Canada. She went over how she developed an interest in snowboarding and skiing, even mentioning how she became a teacher for a little bit to support herself as she went through college. Despite how silly it might've been to be so passionate about such a sport, Ellie was fully confident in it and owned every decision she made. Those decisions were the ones that got her to where she is today. She was giggling like a motherfucker though, mostly attributed to the alcohol. But also how she was able to finally tell one of her lifelong friends about what she was doing in life.
"...and after that... GoPro came up to me and offered to sponsor me and let me use their stuff in future videos of mine! They promoted three of my videos after I did some promotional stuff for them and I just blew up from that point." Ellie eventually finished up with summarizing all the events that had happened in the last few weeks with the illegal wingsuiting and whatnot. She left out the part where she and Seb fucked on the beach because that's not something that they should know just yet. Now came Ross's turn to talk about his life, and at some points Kimberly joined in, knowing that the least she could do was to help her husband reunite with his childhood friend.
"...no I was driving the NSX. The turbos broke so I wasn't able to finish ahead of you obviously." Kimberly squinted at her husband, who was talking about the time where they raced in Europe with his Aston Martin and her (now retired) Honda NSX. Even though she was about four months pregnant at the time, Kimberly truly did enjoy that very much. If she had to relive that moment, the first and only thing she would change was the car she picked. The NSX had no business competing with those cars, even if it might've been pushing 600 hp with two turbos. The chassis was shit, the suspension was shot, and the balance was compromised due to the tuneup. It was good in acceleration but poor in cornering. It was nothing like her R34.
Ellie had learned about Ross and Kimberly's experiences in parenthood and how both of them agreed it was a very difficult thing to do. Kimberly had been nice and opened up about her post-partum depression. That along with the freaking baby waking them up every now and then made it so difficult on them, especially because every time little Mia started to cry it was always something different. Now that she was older it was different, she was gaining independence piece by piece. That being said, Kimberly was always open to having another child. Despite the downsides, Kimberly expressed how satisfying it was to watch her little girl learn how to walk and talk and become her own person. It had Ellie thinking about her life and what she wanted to do later down the line. She couldn't keep this lifestyle up forever as much as she wanted to. The constant falling and injuries were going to come bite her in the ass later, and at that point she would have to retire. It was something she'd want to discuss with Seb later down the line.
The conversation had dragged on to the wee hours of the night, before both Ellie and Kimberly were both having tomato faces - which was an indicator that they probably should head on back home before they started to do some really stupid things.
A few days later
Los Angeles, California, USA
The event had been an ultimate success. Kimberly had the time of her life there, enjoying the parties and the cars and meeting all the cool people. But now, now it was back to home life. The two had landed back in Los Angeles a few hours ago, and was getting used to the climate in Los Angeles yet again. Ross was shipped home in a taxi of sorts as Kimberly said she had some business to take care of once she got home. The two had gotten home right in the evening, so the sun was still up over the Los Angeles cityscape as she picked up her Skyline and drove to take care of her business. It felt good to be back on the Californian tarmac, even though the British streets were of better quality, these streets just had a quality to them that couldn't be replicated anywhere else. The RB26DETT roared as Kimberly took the side streets into the industrial area of the city. Her father had texted her earlier about something that had peaked her interest, and she was there to cash in on the opportunity.
Kimberly and Godzilla roamed around the streets until she was able to find the warehouse that her stuff was in. Once she was in the compound, came the aimless roaming throughout as she located the unit it was hidden in. Whatever he had for her better had been worth it. Kimberly just wanted to see Mia right now but her father had told her that this was something she needed to see as soon as possible. Eventually, she did come around and find it, which was great. Exiting her car and going up to the unit's keypad, she punched in the key. It took a while, but then the door lurched. A groaning sound emitted as she stood there and waited for whatever it had inside.
The bright light had blinded Kimberly temporarily, but what was inside was worth the blinding. Inside was the rolling shell of a 1967 Ford Mustang Boss 429. It was a car that Kimberly had wanted for a long time but was never able to find, and yet there it was... sitting right in front of her. She had a wide smile on her face as she pulled her phone out, its bright screen reflecting off of her glasses as she called her towing guy.
"Hey Lou, I got something you might wanna help me move."
The next few weeks had zipped by as Kimberly promptly had the shell parked in her garage. The first thing she ordered was a 5.0L RSC Coyote V8 straight from the website, then came some fat tires and the best suspension components her money could buy. She was planning some big power for this baby, and she needed some serious metal to get it set up. The parts often came in large crates, meaning very little assembly was required as she fit the pieces as if they were a puzzle. First came the engine, which was quickly put in and hooked up to the parts that had already come. In one entire day, she had been able to juggle taking care of her baby daughter and setting up the engine so well that she was at the point that all she needed to do was to connect the ECU to the engine and she was set. Kimberly had very little sleep throughout these days as she tried to get the Mustang ready to roll in a few weeks time.
At the same time, however, Ross had obtained an RX7 and he had gone nuts with it too. At that point, all delivery services knew Ross and Kimberly by name. If they saw a huge package come by, it was 99.9% their things for their project cars. Kimberly had no idea what Ross was doing to his car. All she knew was that he was like a little kid and candy when it came to it. At one point, when Kimberly had taken a day off and was spending it with Mia, he darted out the door faster than she had ever seen him move to pick up a package he had been waiting so long for. Mia didn't have a care in the world for what her dad was doing. She was just happy that mom was paying attention to her for a longer period of time than recently.
Weeks and weeks shot by and both of their cars were becoming actual cars. Kimberly's car was practically operational at this point, but not ready to race as everything was still new and required their breaking-in period so that she was ready to race it when the time came. Kimberly's car had gone from a hollow husk to a beautiful green Mustang. It was a sight to behold, honestly. And underneath that hood was six hundred and fifty plus horsepower ready to tear someone's face off at the step of a pedal.
A few days after that...
Nighttime
Los Angeles, CA, USA
"Ehl-lee. Ehl-lee. Ehl-lee!"
The Canadian-Scottish woman had come over with her boyfriend to the Rossi residence as tonight was going to be a spectacular racing event. Lots of people in the LA racing scene were going to be involved and Kimberly was really excited to be involved. However, despite the amount of horsepower on the household, Ellie was more focused on Mia.
"Ewwie."
Mia was plopped on the ground, sitting up and looking at Ellie with a smile on her face as she grabbed her hand and pulled on it. Her hazel eyes were filled with joy, mostly because she had someone to play with. Ellie still couldn't believe how adorable she was in person. The way how her cheeks were just so chubby, and how smart she was for a one and a half year old. She was full of life, but also very well behaved. Definitely wasn't Ross's genes.
"AH YOU'RE SO CUTE!"
In one fell swoop, Ellie scooped up Mia and cuddled her, the little girl giggling with joy as she was squeezed by Ellie.
In the meantime, Kimberly was getting her Mustang ready tonight. She was chilling in the Mustang and looking at the dashboard as she had her laptop, making adjustments to the tune on her ECU to make it optimal for the racing conditions tonight. A lot of raw prospects and veterans were going to be on the road tonight. This was going to be the Green Hornet's debut tonight and she wanted it to be as amazing as possible.
As soon as she was done, she turned the key and the engine fired up. The V8 rumbled the entire household, prompting Ellie to pick up Mia and put the ear protectors on her as she brought the cute little bundle of joy to the garage and placed her on Kimberly's lap. Mia was delighted to see her mom as Kimberly embraced her. Kimberly shut off the car before making her final arrangements.
"So... Seb rides with me, and Ellie rides with Ross. Deal?"
Kimberly looked at everyone around her before snuggling her daughter once again. Mia had enough of snuggling her mom and looked at her dad, having that look on her face that signaled that she wanted to be carried by her dad. She wanted to be with him more right now. Couldn't blame her. Kimberly in the meanwhile looked at the newest member of her collection of cars. This was the first muscle car she would've ever owned, and she was proud to have a car like this. It was one of her desired cars, growing up as a young woman, but could never have it as she was far too busy.
"So let me get this straight. You guys do this regularly... and you haven't been caught once?"
Kimberly shrugged, despite having many run-ins with the police they never seemed to get close enough to catch her. It was helpful that she covered up any identifiers such as her license plate or the VIN. The question did haunt her from time to time, however, because she had to think about how she can't keep this sort of lifestyle up if she wanted to be a good mother for her kid, and potential kids in the future.
"We're just too good. We're not those jackasses that put other people in danger. We race when there's nobody out so that nobody's at harm. If we do, it's because we know how to maneuver.
An unspoken rule among the group of street racers that race even in heavy traffic is that they had to put other lives above theirs. That meant if someone had to decide running into a tree or into somebody they were going to go out of their way and plow into that tree. Even if it meant killing them. At least they didn't have to take another one with them. Kimberly had never recalled having a fatal crash, and she didn't intend on having one soon.
Her eyes looked around, briefly locking gazes with her daughter before sticking her tongue out. Mia promptly smiled and buried her face as she was amused. It was amazing that this little girl had so much personality to her. She was only one and a half yet she was as jazzy and lively as any other person.
Kimberly looked down at her watch and saw that the race time was coming soon, which meant that Kimberly's sister would be coming to babysit once again while Kimberly did her thing. "It's almost go time, people." Kimberly gestured for whoever was holding her daughter to go back inside and make sure she wasn't too close to the car. Mia was smart enough to cover her ears even when she didn't have those earmuffs but Kimberly didn't want to risk it. As soon as she was out of the damage radius, Kimberly once again turned the car on and the big-block roared to life. She revved it twice, before letting it warm up. "Rule Number one of my car, don't ever touch the steering wheel unless I tell you too. Rule number two, you better have good music taste or I will kick you out on the freeway. Rule number three, keep your mouth shut when we're going fast."
It was a peaceful morning, the birds chirping as the sun announced its arrival to the land known as Colorado. It was that time of year where it wasn't cold enough to wear a jacket all day, but it wasn't hot enough to not need a jacket throughout the day. Anna called it purga-weather (along with that phenomenon where it's sunny right after it rains). It was perfect weather - for sleeping. The bed was more comfortable than heaven, Anna could've slept in it for years on end. But... all good things had to come to an end. The alarm on her phone blared at maximum volume, prompting the Asian girl to crack an eye open and stare at her phone. Vibrating so intensely that it was going to fall off of her nightstand if she didn't stop it. The New York native yelling at her from her phone finally shut up, and Anna planted her face in her pillow before utilizing whatever willpower she had at the time to get her ass out of bed.
The process for her to get ready for the day wasn't one that took a long time. Brushing of the teeth, a shower, and maybe even makeup if she was feeling it. Today was not one of those days. Anna was in and out within twenty five minutes, fully dressed at that as well. Anna was wearing a gray sweater, light jeans, and a pair of those Vans shoes that everyone seems to wear. Most of her family were still asleep anyway, so Anna was alone when she emerged into the kitchen and grabbed herself a muffin to munch on while she drove herself to school. Ever since Anna had gotten her license, she had become pretty much independent and took care of her own things. Her parents didn't even know what was going on in her life the majority of the time.
Anna stepped out of her front door and into the... outside. The cold air stung at her neck as she made her way to her car, a raggedy Toyota Corolla that is still somehow operational. The car had turned over and off she went. Going down the block and past those still dormant houses... how Anna envied them all. She hated getting up so god damn early in the morning to go to dumbass school. The only thing making this moment remotely bearable was the music playing on her car's speakers. Might've been some newer shit but she fucked with Desiigner.
Unfortunately, she had finally arrived at Westworth High and pulled into her designated parking spot. She sighed and gathered her things, closing and locking the door behind her as she shuffled her way to homeroom. "why why why..." Anna groaned as she entered the high school, hearing the chatter of literally every single person at this school. It was not lit. Anna had finally arrived at the homeroom and didn't really make eye contact with anybody. She slid down in a seat and listened to her classmates throw in a suggestions for the class trip.
"Putting in a vote for Hawaii."
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