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Sussie, this one is for you. Don't let them tear you down.

I woke up real late the next morning Shelby was curled against me with a smile covering her muzzle. I smiled. This was it. I could tell that Joe's jet was sitting on the runway. It was around 12 in the afternoon. I could tell that everyone else was awake and busy. I smiled again, we were here. I nuzzled Shelby to wake her. She smiled when she saw me.

"Morning my boy", she said licking me, "did you sleep well?"

"Course I did", I replied.

"You sound excited", she said.

"I am", I replied, "this is the single best day in my life."

"Well then lets get going shall we?", Shelby asked as she stretched out.

We both got out of bed and dressed before walking outside. The sun was high in the sky and the jet was sitting on a private runway. I could hear people talking behind the plane so we walked back to see what was up. Joe was standing on the cargo ramp talking with a girl who looked to be a few years older than she was. She had light brown hair and green eyes and was dressed in a well fitted white shirt and faded, lose blue jeans and had on old Nike sneakers. There was a red and white Toyota Supra RZ sitting behind her and I guessed it belonged to her.

"Seth, Shelby", Joe called, "got someone I want you to meet."

We jumped from the staircase to the plane and walked over to them.

"Guys" I said, "this is Susan, she's an old friend of mine."

"Nice to meet you", Shelby said holding out her paw.

Susan took it and they shook.

"Seth", I said.

"Joe's told me about you", Susan said, "I heard your the reason his GT-ONE is now a reality."

"Yep", I replied, "it took two years, but the Falcon Peregrine GT-ONE is finally a reality. Slick Supra by the way."

"Thank's", Susan replied, "I found her in the junkyard one day, she still ran and they were gonna toss her into the crusher. Couldn't stand to see a Supra crushed so I bought it, gave it a little love, now she keeps me fed and a keeps a roof over my head."

"So you make your money with the car?", Shelby asked.

"I am literally a professional street racer", Susan replied, "I don't think there's a street in LA I haven't drifted through in this AWD 1,900 horsepower Twin supercharged V-12 monster."

"The Supra is an Inline six twin turbo rear wheel drive", I corrected.

"Enter Valley Performance", Susan said, "we specialize in Drivetrain and engine conversions."

"We do that at Draconian Customs", I said, "we've moved stuff from front wheel drive back to rear wheel drive where it belongs."

"Agreed", Susan turned back to Joe, "by the way the fliers worked, there's a huge crowd gathered at the festival to see your cars, take it easy when you leave the air port, the roads are jammed with supercars."

Joe rubbed his hands, "awesome. It's great to see you again Susie."

"Same here brother", Susan replied.

"Oh and Seth?", Joe said.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Your a fan of the Great Eight right?"

"Yeah."

"How does a ride to the festival in an all wheel drive 2015 Toyota Supra 3.0 GT sound?", Joe asked.

I felt my muzzle drop and my heart stop.

"A..a.." I stuttered, "a 2015 Supra?"

Joe smiled, "yep. This year the festival is unveiling the new 2015 models of the Great Eight. The GTO, Firebird Trans-Am, Reventon, the IROC-Z, Audi's #8, Saleen's 331, the CCGT and of course the Supra."

Joe led me around to the back of the jet. There were eight, shiny new cars sitting inside the cargo hold. They each had their manufacturer's logo in white across the windshields and each car was sporting large rear wings and custom Matte paint. I felt like my heart was going to explode, these were cars, some of which hadn't been I production for half a century, sitting here new for 2015. I'd never seen anything quite like it. The others were in the back of the jet looking them over.

"I can't drive all of these" Joe said, "take your pick."

"I'll drive the Saleen", DJ said,

"Dibs on the Firebird", Tristan replied.

"I got the Koneisegg", Frank said

"Camaro", Jack said.

"Audi", Ross said.

"I'll drive the GTO", Dad said.

"Reventon", Tess said.

"That leaves me with the Supra" Joe said, "everyone pile in. It's a two hour drive to the festival, assuming we follow the speed limit."

Joe smirked. He pulled keys from the pocket of his jean jacket and handed them out. My friends got into the cars while Joe and I walked to the back of the jet where the Matte blue Supra was sitting. If you looked closely, it seemed as if the car's front end was covered by a sick smile. Joe got into the driver seat and I quickly slid in. The car's interior was tan and had a red roll cage, Sparaco seats and a black and red Momo Italy steering wheel. Joe stuck the key into the ignition. The Supra shook before roaring to life. The twin turbocharged inline six shaking the car with all 940 horsepower it had to give. The others drove the cars from the plane, following behind Ross and Frank. Joe sped down the runway and soon turned onto the main highway. Joe made a smooth transition into third gear as he gunned the engine.

"This is unreal", I said as Joe shifted again.

"No kidding", he replied, "Susie test drove this car before it was in production and she warned me it was an animal of a six cylinder."

"She wasn't yanking you", I said looking out the window.

Joe turned on the radio. It was a station of the festival, Pulse Radio.

"Your listening to Pulse Radio, an official station of the Great Eight Festival" there was a pause, ?ey all, Amy Simpson here. Word at the station is that Joe Kane, the reigning Supra Champion, has just arrived at LA's international airport with the 2015 models of the Great Eight and a spicy rumor has it that apparently one is the new Supra. Keep it right here."

A song I'd never heard before started playing, it went something like this.

"I will bathe myself. Then I'll wear you for the night, colors fading, frayed at the sight. Your changing in the night. Oh why is your face so pale and white? There's a lot of words to call out, just waiting for the perfect hideout. Down when the walls start shaking, I'm ready for you to find out."

"What's this song?" I asked.

"Luna by BBC" Joe said, "they preformed at the Festival last year."

The song continued, "so the night has fled, just like everything I said, when the moon was out instead. Not sun, gold, soft and rain. You burn through my mind, again and again, again and again, again and again. There's a lot of words to call out, just waiting for the perfect hideout. Down when the walls start shaking, I'm ready for you to find out."

A radio that was sitting on the dashboard chirped, it was Susie.

"Hey Joe", she called, "thing's are getting busy down here at the festival, you are on your way right?"

Joe didn't answer. The Supra began to pick up speed. Soon we gained on Tristan and the Firebird, eventually passing them. Then it was Dad in the GTO, DJ in the Saleen, Ross in the Audi and Tess in the Lamborghini. Jack and Frank didn't go so easily. Jack was swerving and keeping Joe from passing without putting scratches in the paint. Joe leaned over to the right as Jack swerved left. He pressed two red buttons on the steering wheel. There was a loud hiss and the Supra redlined to 10,000 RPMs. We shot past Jack and ended up behind Frank and the Koeniesegg.

"Can you pass a 4 time LeMan's driver?", Frank asked over the radio, "it's four miles to the Festival, you got three to get ahead of me."

The Koeniesegg inched forward as Joe pressed the pedal to the floor and changed gears. Soon we began to inch past Frank. Joe was door to door with him as they drifted through a corner and came on a long straight. Joe gave the Supra another shot of Nitrous and off we went. The hollering of the Swedish Hypercar behind us however, didn't quiet. Frank was bumper to bumper with Joe as he shifted to sixth gear. We began to gain ground. The Supra redlined again and Joe shifted into seventh gear and ten to eight. Frank's Koeniesegg began to fall behind and soon we had passed the three mile mark and Joe downshifted to sixth gear and picked up the radio.

"Ya lose Frank", he said, "you didn't count on the Nos did you?"

"Saw it in the jet", Frank replied, "you needed it and all eight gears to win? Guess I still got some bite left."

Joe hung up the radio and kept driving. I was surprised at just how much time had gone by. Before I had even realized it, Joe's sunglasses had come off and the lights had come on. In the distance I could see a hue of glowing lights and fireworks.

"Is that the festival?", I asked, excitement hinged on my voice.

"Yep" Joe replied, "jumpy little dragon ain't ya? This is your life's dream."

I could only nod.

"I remember when you sent me the pictures of the GT-ONE's body", Joe said, "I was so stunned that you were actually gonna build that crazy car."

"We build cars broski", I said, i't was your dream car, our motto is..."

"You can dream it", Joe cut me off, "we can build it. Thank you Seth. So many people told me, even Susie, that it couldn't be done."

"We showed up a Venom GT at Road America with it", I said.

"I was in that race Seth", Joe said.

I laughed, "oh right."

Joe and I stayed quiet as he drove the rest of the way to he festival. Soon we were on a road that was covered in paint that glowed when the lights of the Supra touched it. There were, and I mean THOUSANDS of people in gated off areas that were jumping and cheering as these cars pulled in. Joe drove into a small area and soon the others joined us. Joe killed the Supra and we slid out.

"Damn son" a man said walking up to Joe, "i thought you were full of shit when you said that you had '15 models of those cars."

"Maybe you should start believing me more Dad", Joe said, "i'm just surprised you came out to LA."

"Like we'd miss you losing?" a boy who looked about my age asked, "yeah right."

"Yeah right Nick", Joe said, "I'm reigning Champion four three years running."

Joe turned around to face my friends, "awesome, everyone's here. Tomorrow you'll get your wristbands and then the races start."

"So what about tonight?", DJ asked.

"Tonight?", Joe said, "it's the 18th annual Great Eight Festival, tonight? We party!"