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Suddenly:

"Adrenaline inducing, testosterone filled, dangerous, stupid, illicit, loud, these are all a few words that sum up how I ruined my life."

"It's not surprising really, if you're a nobody and you're good; you attract attention. Usually it's not the attention that you really want to have around. Once you realize that you want out, it's too late. You're too embedded with the wrong people."

"Learn from my mistakes. Stay away."

-Duece

The rumble of my bike sounded rather quiet in the dead of night. The traffic light was out and periodically cast a sick yellow glow over the surrounding area. The moon was up, lighting up the strip of road that I had selected tonight. I was a scout, I checked for the black and whites as well as traffic levels before sending a text out to Johnny who organized these events. As it was right now everything was quiet, the cashier inside the general store to my right was looking out the dirty window at me. Probably thought I was a common burglar.

My ears flicked as I heard the first sounds of the impeding storm. The high pitched angry note grew in volume and was joined by many others as the night suddenly came alive with activity. Tuners, muscle, exotics, even trucks all loud and obnoxiously modified. I grinned hard my blood starting to pound as I turned my police scanner on and put some headphones in watching as a couple of scantily dressed girls jumped from one of the cars and painted a line across the road.

We were a well-organized bunch, Mondays and Wednesdays were cash, and Fridays pinks. Today was Friday, so a couple of the regulator's vehicles were around; the armed guards jumped out at the end of the strip and marked out the finish line about a half mile down the road or so. There were usually fights that broke out over pinks, so the regulators were a must. They definitely kept order a little better.

Two vehicles came up to the start line and one of the girls grabbed both drivers' pink slips. The second girl threw her arms up in the air and swayed around a little as both vehicles revved their engines up, the sound rattling the windows of the buildings around. Then she dropped her arms and with a chirp of the tires both cars shot off down the road at a breakneck speed.

I joined in with the crowd cheering as the two drivers ran through the gear shifts hard. One of the vehicles popped as the driver worked the clutch wrong. He lost. Miserably. Already before the first set of cars had pulled off the road there was another set was at the line revving hard; and in the case of one, burning out.

The next hour or so passed in the same manner, cars lining up and taking off down the road. A cocky young leopard came up to me during one of the more interesting matchups and wanted me to race him.

I laughed, "I'm on a bike man, there's no way you could beat me on this short of a strip dude. You're nuts."

The leopard sneered at me, "Yer just afraid of losing asswipe. I see you around at all the races but you've never took the strip once lizard."

I shrugged, "Fine, what're you driving punk?"

"That." He pointed to a rather hideously orange Civic EX, "It'll blow yer ass off the road."

I shrugged again, "If you say so. Line up with me then. It's been a while since I gave my ole Yamaha a decent dose of get up and go."

In my head I was laughing hard, there was no way this kid could possibly get off the line as quickly as I could on my bike. If nothing else I'd have a new car by the end of the night. I waved to one of the other scouts to make sure he was on the police scanner while I ran down the strip.

Me and the leopard drove our vehicles over to wait in line until we got to the start line.

The girl collecting pinks, a rather cute and shapely avian of some sort smiled, "You're racing Duece? I've never seen you drive faster than my gramma honey."

I grinned and handed her my pinkslip, "First time for everything I suppose."

She laughed as she took the slip from me and went to collect the same from the punk. I shook my head as he tried unsuccessfully to hit on her.

I leaned over the side of the bike and twisted a screw on the carburetor bringing the idle speed of the engine higher. The second girl threw her arms up and the leopard next to me brought his revs up. I did a double take at the car as he started spinning the rear tires. Not only was it not front wheel drive, but it had the sound of a V8 shoved under the hood.

The leopard's face was split with a spiteful grin and I shook my head blipping the throttle on my bike twice. Damn kids and their toys, they'll never learn that horsepower isn't everything on the strip.

My heart skipped a beat as the flag-girl dropped her arms and I let the clutch go shooting off down the line at a breakneck speed as the kid behind me lost all his traction in a badly executed burnout. Time seemed to stretch out and slow down everything becoming crystal clear, at about halfway down the strip the kid started catching back up at a pace that worried me. I leaned down against my bike tucking my wings tight to make myself as aerodynamic as possible keeping one eye on the road ahead and one on the leopard catching back up. Then as quickly as it had started, it was over. We finished with the civic right on my tail. He passed me after I let off the throttle and the I pulled over to the parking lot where the drivers were being given pinkslips and keys.

I put my kickstand down and readjusted the carburetor again on my bike bringing the revs back down to normal for the old V-star. The leopard drove up obviously pissed off from the way he stopped his car and got out slamming the door.

"You asshole! I'm not giving you my car, you cheated, there's no way that old piece of shit bike beat my car!" He walked towards me obviously intent on beating the crap out of me.

I backed up a bit as the regulators took note.

"I ran perfectly fair. My bike's modded obviously, but you would have beaten me had you not tried to be all showy with that burnout. It's not my fault you lost. Bikes weigh a hell of a lot less than cars bro."

The leopard didn't stop coming at me and as he went to throw his first punch one of the regulators grabbed him from behind. He struggled and thrashed around screaming about how I cheated him out of his ride as a couple more regulators joined in holding him down.

I watched unimpressed as the drug him off and threw him in one of the vans. They'd dump him out at a bus stop in the morning, but until then he could beat his knuckles raw on the inside of the van.

I was handed mine and his pinkslips as well as the keys that had been taken off of him and I decided to call it a night. It took a bit but I managed to borrow a trailer for my bike and a trailer hitch for the civic from one of the organizers. I was on my way home within the hour to check out the new toy I'd scored.

The feeling was infectious. I wanted to go again.

And again.

And never stop.

[Edit: Ho Lee Phuc. I am rusty. ._. Went through and touched up a BUNCH of stuff. Like 50+ errors. >.< Ouch. I bet there's still more too. D:]