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I slept very well that night. I had dreams about winning the race that was about to happen and maybe going on tour someday. Sure,it was a crazy dream,but I can still do it can't I? My dream of seeing one of my cars on Road America had already come true,and it was about to happen again,so there's proof they do come true.

I woke the next morning to the sun coming into the hotel room's window. I let off a large yawn as I rose from my sleep and looked around the room. The sun cast a yellow glow in the window and made everything in turn take on it's golden tint. I looked to my mate,who was still sleeping in my arms. She was curled up in a ball with the tip of her white tail hanging over her snout. Her ears and wings were flopped back lazily on her neck and back and she was snoring lightly. I smiled and began licking her snout to wake her. She batted her eyes a bit before looking around and smiling when she saw me.

"Good morning my boy",she said licking me across my snout.

I smiled and nuzzled her gently,causing her purr.

"Who would have thought we'd end up together",I said smiling.

"Funny",Shelby said curling against me,"I could say the same thing."

There was a knock on the door.

"Shelby,Seth",Jack said,"were going for breakfast."

"We'll be right out",I yelled back.

"OK",Jack said.

I listened for his foot steps to vanish before laying my head back on Shelby's neck.

"Why do people ruin things?",I asked.

"It's one of life's many many mysteries",Shelby said laughing and stretching out.

Her scales rubbed against mine as she did and it made my tail sway. Shelby smiled and pulled me into a deep kiss. It only lasted for about ten seconds,but I wished it would last forever.

"Am I making you happy?",she asked nuzzling me and twining her tail around mine.

I smiled and purred with content.

"A little",I said.

She tightened her tail around mine,making me shiver with pleasure. She growled playfully and tightened her tail again,sending another shiver up my spine.

She smiled,"come on,let's go get breakfast."

Reluctantly,I rolled onto my back and sat up before rising from bed and slipping on blue jeans and a red sleeveless shirt. I hung my tags around my neck and clasped my watch to my wrist. Shelby dressed in basically the same manner and then we walked leaning against each other down to the hotel lobby where we found the rest of our friends gathered. They all had smiles on their faces,exited for the upcoming race for sure.

"You guys exited for the race?",I asked as we walked out to the parking lot.

"How could we not be?",Tess asked,"I've never been so exited in my life."

Jack smiled,"you either?"

I noticed DJ was keeping closer to Jack than she usually did. Maybe Jack had finally made his move and talked to her. I wasn't about to ruin it for Jack,so I kept my mouth shut.

"So where we going to eat Dad?",Tess asked.

"IHOP",Dad said,"the only other place in town to eat anything are the BBQ stands at the track."

"IHOP works",Trent said.

As we went to our cars,I walked over to Dad.

"Hey Dad",I said getting his attention.

"What Seth?",he asked turning to face

me.

"I'mma ride with DJ ad my friends".

He smiled,"fine with me."

"Seth get your tail over here",DJ called,"I am not waiting for you!"

"Coming",I shouted grabbing my pack from the Ford and running over to DJ's Saleen.

DJ was driving,Josh was upfront and Shelby,Tess and I were in the back,while Jack and Trent were following behind in the Falcon. DJ followed behind the Ford to the IHOP that was about a mile from the hotel. Traffic was a nightmare,but I could see why. There was a race today. All the die hards were out and there were all the people from last night's auto show out too. I just stared out the window of the Saleen at all the other cars. I could see Porsche 911's,Toyota Supras,several model years of Nissan's drift legend the 240SX and even a few Koenigseggs. Also,and one I'd never thought I'd live to see,the legendary Ford GT-40.

History lesson.

Everyone knows American cars are terrible and cars from Europe,especially cars from Italy,are better. Better looking,better driving and usually,better sounding. 60 years ago Henry Ford knew this,that's why he tried to by Ferrari and thought he had,until Enzo Ferrari looked down his roman nose and said.

"Uhh actually ya know what? Ya can't have it."

That's when Henry decided to kick Ferrari where it hurt,on the race track. He wrote a blank check and told his engineers to build a better racing car and beat Ferrari at LeMan's. And amazingly,a British chassis with an American engine the Ford GT-40,did just that,FOUR TIMES.

I just watched it siting there,stuck in traffic,it's driver looking extremely angry.

"Hey guys",I said,"check out the GT-40."

My friends turned their heads to look at the black car with lightning decals and Boyd Cognition Slayer rims.

"We seriously need to build on a #40 Robertson Racing Ford GT Mk7",DJ said,"all black,lightning decals,Slayer rims and free breathing."

"We could build that after the Firebird",Tristan said as we pulled into the Ihop parking lot.

We piled out of DJ's truck as Jack pulled the Falcon into the parking lot and parked beside DJ's truck. I cralwed out of DJ's truck and streched my wings a bit before going to Shelby's side. Dad and the others were just pulling in and they parked behind DJ's Saleen. They piled out and then we walked inside the IHOP. The smell of the frying eggs bacon and pancakes instantly hit my nose,making my mouth start to water and my stomach howl. Like we had the first day of the trip,we found a bigger table that would hold us all and sat down. It was around eight am,so a waiter was there almost immediately. We all ordered and soon we were eating. I had gotten and egg sandwich with peppers tomato's and lettuce that smelled strangely like ham,even though none was present. I took a big bite and instantly satisfied my hunger.

I was in the middle of another bite when I heard a screaming sound outside.

"I know that sound anywhere",I said turning around to see the door.

I watched as the door swung open and Joe walked it. He was dressed in blue jeans,a white shirt and a tan cammo jacket. His blue sunglasses's sat on his short hair and people were giving his burns looks,though he didn't seem to notice...or care. He sat down at a nearby table in the corner and didn't seem to notice me. He had ear buds stuck in his ears and with my hearing,I could tell he was listening to Suburban Knights by Hard FI,a British rock band. We quickly finished up eating and as my friends and family walked out the door,I walked over to Joe.

"Joe?",I said waving my paw in his face to get his attention.

"Get your scaly three fingered lizard hand out my face bro",Joe said smiling.

"Yellow faced freak",I said in return.

Joe laughed.

"I thought you'd bee back in Texas by now?",I asked.

"Normally yeah",Joe said,"but I'm on the Class R3 World Tour right now and my next race is the Camaro Versus Mustang event at Road America this afternoon."

Oh no,now Alex would have to race Joe. The Camaro's rear wheel drive train wouldn't stand up to Joe's All Wheel Drive Mustang,not in a thousand years. Alex was a pro driver,but in a real race skill takes you through the corners,and thats about it. If there was one thing Joe and Alex had it was skill in the corners.

"I've got a 90 Chevy Camaro IROC-Z in that race",I said.

Joe laughed.

"I love Camaros more than any other muscle car in existence brother,so in going against the cars I love,I won't take any sides."

I smiled,Joe was always a good sport when it came to racing. He had a friend,Morgan Rossi,who he would race with whenever he got the chance. The two of them had been through several Nurburgrng challenges,a few Mount Fiji challenges and had even gone to the Class S world championship together. Joe said he can be a very aggressive driver,but that Ross was like a step dad to him.

"I guess I'll see you at the track brother",I said holding out my fist.

Joe hit my fist with his.

"You ready to lose?",Joe asked.

"We'll see",I laughed,"future isn't written in stone,gotta run man."

Joe smiled at me as I turned and left the restaurant. I walked out into the parking lot,finding DJ waiting for me by her truck.

"What kept you?",she asked.

"Talking with Joe",I replied,"I found out he's in he race with his Mustang."

DJ sighed,"it's fast that puts a damper on things."

"Let's get over to the track",I said,"get the car ready."

"Sounds good",I said climbing into the truck.

DJ backed from the IHOP's parking lot and started down town towards the track. After thirty minutes of sitting in dead traffic,we arrived at the track. People were running all over trying to get as close to the track as the Majors would allow and a few people were cashing after their kids. The air was heavy with the smell of grease and gasoline. It reminded me of our refinery track,but this was true automotive spirit. What true horsepower smelled like.

"Looks like your enjoying that smell",Tess said putting her wing around me and pulling me close to her side.

I don't know why she did that,but I didn't mind. It was nice to have big sister. I'd heard rumors that sisters in general were nothing but trouble,but I guess they were all made up.

"I love the smell",I said sniffing the air,"it smells like stuck up asphalt that needs to be taught a lesson."

"Smells like gas and oil to me",Tess said laughing.

I laughed too as we walked down to the pits where there were everything from Saleen S281 Mustangs like Joe's to the classic and rare Boss 429 and even a white sixty nine Camaro with a black stripe and a huge twin screw that jutted out from the hood.I also saw a few Shelby GT500s that looked like they'd been parted up. Our IROC was in for the fight of it's life.

"Wow",Tristan said with his ears flopping back,"were in for the fight of our lives."

"Wait till Joe gets here",DJ said,"his Mustang has 3,000 horsepower and all wheel drive,then we'll really be at a party."

"Joe's racing?",Jack asked,"good lord,were screwed."

"Maybe not",I said,"if we turn the gears on the Camaro down low and move the differentials to a fifty fifty split,it should give us the same pick up as Joes Mustang and level the playing field somewhat."

My friends nodded and we went looking for Alex. It only took me a few sniffs of the air before I found his scent and we went to his rig. He was dressed in his all black racing suit working on the car,checking oil and fluid levels by my guess. He looked up from the car and saw us coming in.

"Hey guys",he said smiling,"how you doing?"

"We need access to our car Alex",I said,"we have a friend who has an all wheel drive,three thousand horsepower Mustang and we need to turn our gears down to have a chance at him".

Alex backed off,"do what you gotta do."

We set to work. Tristan jacked up the back of the car as Josh pulled off the differential cover and began spiting the acceleration and deceleration fifty fifty. To do this,Josh removed a large,1/4 inch gear and replaced it with a smaller,1/16 gear. This allowed each rear wheel to respond to throttle better and to accelerate the car faster. The lighter gears also met the transmission itself was lighter,thus reducing the time and pressure needed to slow and thus reducing brake pad wear.

The the next step in this process was to turn the gears down. Josh pried open the Camaro's gear box and removed the gears,replacing the large ones with smaller ones and vice versa. Turning down the gear ratios sacrifices take off speed for a higher top speed. In rear wheel drive cars,this is a blessing,as well as a curse. Since the off the line is slower,you don't burn out and it saves your tires. But again,slower speed means your competition has the extra time it took you to get off the line over you. You can make up for that by splitting your differentials fifty fifty though,it's why the Falcon was so blisteringly fast with a top speed of nearly 400 miles an hour.

Within a few minutes,Josh was done with the gears and had just gotten the cover back on when an announcement came over the loudspeaker.

"All drivers to the track please."

"That's our cue",Alex said.

He and a few of his guys began pushing the car to the starting line. As they did,I could see Joe talking with a guy in a red racing suit. I walked up to him and Joe saw me coming.

"Hey Seth",he said,"come to lose?"

"Not to you",I said laughing,"whose your friend."

"Seth",Joe said,"this is Morgan Rossi,a friend of mine."

Morgan stood at about six feet even,with blond hair that was pretty much shaved on the sides and like real short on the top,it perfectly mixed with his blue eyes and the way the guy was built. I held out my paw.

"Seth Allen",I said. "Morgan Rossi",the man said shaking my hand,"Joe told me you guys built his Mustang?"

"Yeah",I said,"that was us."

"Did a good job",Ross said,"it trashed my Pagnia Zonda R at Nurburg and beat up on my helpless little Bugatti Veyron at LeMan's."

I laughed,"hey the Veyron's a great car."

Ross smiled,"oh yeah,real good and worth the money."

The siren rang again.

"All drivers to your cars please."

"See ya on the track Joe",Ross said holding out his hand,"may the best man win?"

Joe took his hand,"usual wager?"

Ross smiled as they shook,"hell yeah."

They walked to their cars,Joe his Saleen S281 and Ross his S281. They were R2-1 Class,not R2,but not R-1 either,so they were in the back. Like the rest of the competition,our Camaro was R3 Class. Our's had the highest dino reading,so we were upfront. I felt my heart racing as I sat in the stands with Shelby and leaned into her. She put her arm and wing around me and pulled me close before twining my tail with hers.

"I'm so exited",I said with a jumpy voice,"this is what I dreamed of for so many years!"

Shelby smiled,"I can feel your heart pounding inside your chest."

I smiled,"the race is starting."

A man in white stepped on the track.

"Ladies and Gentlemen!",he shouted,"welcome to the Class R3 Camaro Versus Mustang Rivals Shootout!"

The people in the stands cheered.

"This is a two part race with the current heat in the morning,consisting of six laps,followed by an auto show and BBQ and a final heat just after sundown. Expect intense competition in this race between rivals!"

The crowd cheered again.

"Divers",he said looking to he guys on the track,"Chevy has sent the winner of this race a 2012 Camaro SS and a fifty five thousand dollar cash prize."

"Play nice."

The man stepped off the track and a man in black stepped on with the checkered flag. The cars pulled up to their spots and waited. The man raised the flag. The cars began reving their engines. Two IROC-Zs in front,Two Mustang Cobra R's behind them,a pair of 2001 Camaro's behind them,a set of Mustang Boss 429's,two 69 Camaro's and last but not least,the pair of Saleen S281s. One all wheel drive and one rear wheel drive.

The entire area was one lound roaring noise as free breathing,turbo and supercharged engines mixed their sounds together. Like a milkshake from an abyss. The flag came down,the screeching of tires filled the air. The race had begun.