The Art of Racing in the Human World
#1 of the art of racing in the human world "i'm ruling in favor of the plaintiff, wolfpack motorsports," called judge holder with a sharp rap from his gavel.
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Thus, wolfpack motorsports had been born. we were an instant success, due to the nature of the cars. they were entirely legal for the gt4 racing series, but they were so good that they just dominated.
The Art of Racing in the Human World: Chapter 2
#2 of the art of racing in the human world back at the wolfpack motorsports headquarters in furrithopia, the three top members of the team stood in the garage, each clutching rule books for the gt4 series and looking at various parts of one of the maserati
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But such was the power of wolfpack motorsports' seemingly unlimited budget. i stood back and let him examine the car. his eyes traced over the bodywork.
Three Furs, One House
"welcome to wolfpack motorsports," i said, extending my paw. he numbly took it and shook, still in a daze from laying down the hottest lap recorded on track. "swiff?" "yeah?"
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He also pulled duty as wolfpack motorsports's technical advisor and my roommate. swiff was a cheetah with bright orange fur and silver and black spots.
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"thank you for calling wolfpack motorsports, this is ricky speaking. how may i help you?" a sibilant hiss shot out at me. "very classy, rifenbark. is that how you always talk?" "who the hell is this?"
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Anyway, i had barely set foot inside the establishment when i was accosted by a dozen furs, each sporting t-shirts with wolfpack motorsports written on them.
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Sweets was one of the pilots for wolfpack motorsports, and i counted on her to get me where i needed to go on time. or in this case...
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While we ate, we held a long discussion over just about everything possible; wolfpack motorsports, food, bills, and other stuff.