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After I had showered I started back to where Dad had parked the Ford, near the back of the track. When I got there, I noticed the others gathered around DJ's Saleen, which was sporting different rims and a new chameleon yellow and grey paint job as well as a new rear wing and front splitter.

"DJ", I asked, "what happened to your truck?"

"There's an upgrade shop here that's open exclusively to Great Eight cars", DJ said, "I traded the Buddy clubs for these Motige Racing Traklites and the Areo upgrades."

"And the paint?"

DJ smiled, "free for all Great Eight cars."

"Cool", I said.

"But wait", DJ said opening her hood, "there's more."

I ducked under the hood of her truck to find a huge V8 with a "Saleen S7" written on it. It was breathing through Garret Twin Turbochargers and exhaling through RCA America ceramic lined titanium headers connecting to a straight exhaust pipe.

"Where'd you get cash for a V8 swap?", I asked.

"What you think I just sat around when I had a truck, a suit, 800 horsepower and hundreds of people all armed with tuner cars?", DJ asked, "nu uh. I did some racing over the past 36 hours. Even after the swap and a few other parts I still got ten grand in my pocket."

I whistled, "wow, just like Forza 3."

"It is", Joe said appearing from no where.

"Where'd you come from?", Tristan asked.

"Behind you", Joe replied, "I actually came to get the GT-ONE", he held a up a wad of money, "I been saving this in the jet since I pitched the car to you two years ago."

I smiled, "Jack, where's the GT-ONE?"

"Back by the Ford", Jack said, "let's go."

I followed the others over to the Ford, which the Falcon was parked in front of. The setting sun was shining off it's jet matte black paint and rims and I could see a look in Joe's eyes that I'd never seen before. It was one of pure wonderment.

"Question", Joe said, "does it have the big W-24 in the back?"

I laughed, "you better believe it, all 6,000 horses are present and accounted for."

"How much was it to build?", Joe asked.

"The price capped off at 5.3 million dollars", DJ said, "for a long time, we thought we might have to call you and tell you the GT-ONE wasn't going to happen."

"Then", Josh said, "money came in from an unknown source with a letter."

"What it say?", Joe asked.

"Do what comes natural", Josh said, "wasn't signed, no return address, nothing to indicate who it came from."

Joe smiled, "well if you ever meet the guy, tell him I owe him a big one."

Joe held up the biggest stack of dollar bills I'd ever seen in my life.

"That's my life savings right there", Joe said, "two years of racing, building race cars with Ross and Jessie back home, doing speedwell events and saving every penny Toyota sent me, 2.5 million."

My paw was shaking as I reached out and took it. The single biggest payday in the history of Draco Customs, I was speechless.

"The keys?", Joe said holding out his hand.

Jack dropped the keys into Joe's hand and he smiled.

"Finally", he muttered, "I've waited so long for this."

Joe pulled open the scissor door and slid in like it was nothing new. He did up the Momo racing harness and stuck the clutch to the floor before turning the key. The Falcon's massive Twin Hypercharged W-24 roared to life and Joe revved it a few times. The look on his face said it all.

"There were so many nights I was certain I'd never hear that roar", Joe said, "the hissing of those turbos, the super and the hypers, what a face melting 6,000 horsepower and a bone crushing 5,000 foot pounds of torque sounded like."

"Now you know", Jack said.

Joe laughed, "yeah, I do."

"I just have one thing I want from you", I said, "when the GT-ONE goes into production, do us a favor and make a Draconian Customs version."

"Done", Joe said, "I gotta be getting this monster to the jet. Ross is in the race tonight and I'm tired so I'm hitting the stands for this one. You guys should sign up your Saleen 331 and your IROC. They both weigh over 3,000 pounds so they qualify."

"Thanks for the tip", DJ said.

"Well guys I'll be seeing you for the night."

Joe put up the Falcon's window and drove off.

"There goes your ride Jack", DJ said.

Jack sighed, "yep. My 15 minutes of fame are up. Maybe I should get a Lamborghini Reventon."

"Well good luck with that", I said, "Lambo only made 20 of them."

Jack sighed, "yeah, thanks Seth, as if I wasn't depressed enough."

DJ laughed, "come on, let's go get the Saleen signed up for the race."

With that, DJ and Jack walked off. I now shifted my attention back to the money in my hand, which was almost too thick to hold on to.

"Two million bucks", Tess said, "that's more money than most people will see in their lives."

"Joe hasn't been racing that long either", I said, "maybe two and a half years at the most."

"So how'd he make so much?", Tess asked.

"A combination of luck and skill", I replied, "just like us. Let's get this to Mom and Dad, that way they can keep an eye on it."

"Agreed", Tess said.

Tess and I walked over to Mom and Dad, showing them the huge lump of cash.

"Holy crap", Dad said, "where...where did this come from?"

"My friend Joseph", I said, "he finally came to collect the Falcon."

"How much is it?", Dad asked.

"Two mill", I said.

My parents looked like they were going to die from shock.

"Can you and Mom look after it?", I asked, "no way am I walking around here with so much money in my pocket."

"Good idea", Dad said taking from me, he lay back and stashed the money in a hidden compartment I'd built into the Ford when I'd done the Street upgrades to it, once you closed it up, you'd have to be a master mechanic, or have an X-Ray device to find anything hidden there.

Once I was sure the money was safe, Tess and I walked back down to the track. It was getting late and I was getting hungry, so Tess and I hit up a McDonald's food truck. Once food was in our possession, we met DJ in the pits, she was getting her Saleen ready for the race. She was up against two GTO 67's, two IROC 90's, two GTO'15s and an S331 '15.

"You wouldn't believe the looks I'm getting Seth", DJ said, sounding rather annoyed, "I swear these guys think I can't race because I'm a girl."

"Well there in for a rude awakening aren't they?", Jack asked, "not only is that S331 putting 931 horsepower to the wheels, but it has a driver that knows what she's doing."

"Everyone here knows what there doing", DJ said, "skill takes you through the corners, once we hit a straight, anyone of these guys could just as easily knock me down a place as I could them."

"And an automatic transmission on it's last legs wont make anything easier", Josh said sliding out from under the truck.

"Oh no", DJ said, "what's wrong."

"Just wear and tear", Josh said, "the gear teeth are worn almost smooth. Give it too much gas and your next shift could pop your gears like a chain pops off a bike."

"Great", DJ said, "so when do I red line now?"

"Judging by the gears", Josh said, "5,500."

"Crap", DJ said, "it doesn't shift until 7,000."

"I reprogrammed your transmission chip for a 5,200 gear change", Josh said, "you should be okay, but avoid anything over 5,200 once you hit sixth gear."

A loud speaker cracked, "all drivers to your cars, all drivers to your cars."

"I don't have time to do anything else", Josh said, "at most I can pull on a racing suit and monitor your tranny from the back seat, even shift it up or down if I need too."

"Go", DJ said, "hurry up."

In less than a minute, Josh was back, dressed in a white racing suit.

"Let's go", DJ said.

DJ and the others mounted her truck and drove to the starting line. The sounds of turbocharged Big Block V8 engines filled the crisp night air. Soon the Ref walked to the starting line.

"Racers", He said, "this is a ten lap full circuit race. Winner at the end is determined by who is in first, second and third place."

He cleared off the track. Soon after that the checkered flag dropped and the smell of burning rubber and screeching tires filled the air as the Championship races began.