Fast and Furious: Future (editing and adding to)

Chapter 6: Race Wars

'Howwould I know? He's a friend beyond you lot, doesn't mean I knowwhat he's packing in his car. You didn't use your Nos, that mightbe why he beat you.'

'Whywould I on this surface?' Stupid question and if he was going tokick off at me for his mistakes then I wasn't going to stickaround.

'Carl,pay me later, yeh?' I didn't wait for him to answer, I simplywalked off. I didn't get what was up with André lately; he hadbeen texting a lot more than usual. I had opted to ignore most ofthem, especially when I was out with Jack for dinner (we went out acouple of times and I had been to a few more of his uncle'sbarbecues). 'Jack!'

Hehadn't got out of his car though had rolled his window down as Igot closer. 'Hey. This place is epic for racing.'

'Howabout that race? Me and you? Where's your family got too anyway?'

'Ohthey wander around out here. Lots of people ask them to check outtheir layouts since they still run their small garage. I keep awayfrom it.' I understood and he could tell so he needn't sayanymore. 'About that race... Maybe later, it's got a bit crowdedup there. I saw.'

'Fineby me. More people means more eyes to embarrass you in front of,' Ijoked.

'Don'tbe so sure. I just thrashed your friend out there. And you haven'tbeen here before.'

'Agirl learns quick when you work in the motor industry.'

'Getin.' He reached over and unlocked the passenger door.

'Whereare we going?'

'Alook around.'

'Andwe couldn't have done that on foot?' I asked rhetorically.

Therewere all sorts of models and makes here. Pimped up muscle cars andbright modified imports; pick a model and you would probably find onesomewhere amid the mass of cars. Not only were there Japanese importsbut there were some European ones too. Most of them I believed wereGerman but not all of them. I wasn't as knowledgeable aboutEuropean cars as I was with American and Asian models. I almostbought an Acura before my Subaru but the price tag won out in thedecision making. Amid the mass of cars and people were camper vansand camping trailers; the race ran over four days from Thursday toSunday. There were even gazebos propped up here and there to provideshade and drinking facilities for the thousands that were here.

'Whatis your favourite car then?' Jack began as we passed a couple ofToyotas.

Iseriously had to give my answer a think. 'I don't think I haveone really. There's specific models I like from certain makes but Icouldn't say I had a favourite overall.' Seeing a sixty-sevenMustang ahead made me gawk a bit as it was clearly taken care of verywell (I doubt the owner had brought it here to race).

'Youlike muscle cars though. I can tell.'

'Clearly,since I own one.'

'There'smore to muscle than Mustangs. Chargers, for instance.'

'SoI noticed. Not only does your uncle own one but you have a remote onein your room.' He simply looked ahead and made no expression to merevealing I had been through his room a little bit the first time Iwas at his.

'Eh,what can I say? My dad is an import man, my uncle is a muscles man.There's a reason why I like them equally.'

'Yetyou yourself don't own a muscle car.'

'UncleDom won't let me yet. He... sort of says I have to earn the rightto drive one. I still yet have to figure out what he means and how Ican earn it.'