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Join Date: Mar 2007
Location: H-town
Age: 21
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"Two cars..One girl..No chance..:" Crazy ass story!!
I know its a long read, but it is really well told and i got hooked after the 1st paragraph. READ IT PLEASE!
I grabbed it off Honda-Tech: http://honda-tech.com/zerothread/1944716
"Cliffs:
Went to a party alone and met a girl
Jock talking about how fast his RX-8 was
Raced my 5.0 vs the RX-8 and smoked him
Got jumped
Surprise ending, read it!"
Quote:
I open my eyes and I instantly taste blood, I fu*king hate the taste of blood. I’m lying on my back in some grass looking up at the sky, but let me tell you this is no picnic. My head is killing me; it feels like it did the day after I tried to do 2 tall boys of steel reserve in a beer bong. I am starting to regain my basic motor skills when I hear an unfamiliar voice, “are you alright?” Before I even look at who is asking me this question I answer, “yeah but it feels like I was in a car wreck.” After I hear my self say that I instantly feel a shock of panic run through my body and I frantically get up and start looking for my car. By this point I have realized where I was, and I wanted to be there about as much as a 7 year old blind boy would want to be at Neverland Ranch. I have always avoided this part of town, so why the fu*k was I here?
“Your car is fine” said the unfamiliar voice which now had a person attached to it. She was tall and thin, but not too thin. She had black shoulder length hair and if angels had eyes I was looking at them. Her lips were coated with bright red lipstick, so bright that it made everything else in my vision appear black and white… long story short, she was hot. “Where the fu*k is my car?” I asked. She replied “can you walk?” “I’ll give it a shot” We begin to walk down the sidewalk littered with cigarette butts, empty 40oz bottles and what looks to be blood. We were in an area that was heavily populated with 2 things, industrial factories and bums. “I got two questions for you, who are you… and what the fu*k happened?” She replies “typical guy, you would forget my name.” Even though I think this girl is totally hot and I should have a come back for that remark, there are more important matters at hand. “Okay, then lets start with what the fu*k happened?” We continue to walk down this lower class road, it’s dark outside and the sky is clear except for the smoke that is billowing from the smokestack of a near by factory. The smell of fresh welds is in the air as this girl who has no name begins to tell me the story of my night; I just walk… and listen…
…You got to the party late and you were alone. I thought it was weird but I noticed you right away. You had this expression on your face like you were just looking to get fu*ked up. You were on your way to the keg when you couldn’t help but hear this guys conversation, shit I don’t think anyone could help but hear this jerk. Ranting and raving about how “sick” and fast his car was. For a split second the whole room has an awkward silence, like someone put the whole party on mute. I guess you thought this was your chance as you said “then why does Cyclops the gayest of the X-Men drive an RX-8?” There is about a half a second more of silence before the entire room erupts with laughter, I swear I even saw someone fall over busting up. I’m standing right behind you at this point as this jock is now furious and right in your face. He is inches away from you attempting to do a mean stare down; the first thing out of your mouth was “you smell real pretty.” The whole room laughs again, “so you want to run” he asks. You’re not even looking this guy in the face, you’re looking down at his high school lettermen’s jacket with a graduating class of ’02 patch, and you crack a smile and say “yea.” About a quarter of the room is heading for the front door to go watch the race; I grab you by the wrist and tell you I’m going with you. You look at me like I’m crazy for a second and just say “okay.” As soon as we get outside we see someone who just left the party that obviously had too much to drink, do about double the speed limit down the residential street in a brand new Titian, asshole. I get to my Del sol which happens to be parked behind your car. The charcoal gray paint looked like it was still wet, the streetlights made the 5.0 badges glow, I have always loved the basic body lines of the fox body mustangs…
I interrupt her and we stop on some railroad tracks. “Did you just say fox body?’ She replies “yeah, what a girl can’t know about cars?” I’m at a loss for words… “Keep walking and let me finish the story”
…We get to the race spot and we park our cars. The jock gets out of his bright blue RX-8 and says “how much?” You reply, “2 bills.” Others are starting to show up to witness this speed contest. The road seemed to be in the middle of nowhere, tucked away behind a factory with 2 extra wide lanes as smooth as glass that go further then vision allows a human to see. About a 20 foot run off of dirt on both sides, and a white poll on each side of the road about a quarter of a mile away, might as well been a guy with a checkered flag… basically… the perfect road to race on.
…I get in your passenger seat and I am surprised that there is even one in the car. Looking at the rest of your gutted interior I knew this car was strictly for business. My feet start to vibrate on the bare metal floor as the V8 comes to life; it feels like one of those cheap foot massage seats you pay a quarter for at the fair. I look over at you as you light up a cigarette and say “good luck,” you don’t even blink. We pull up to the line up spot and the dude in the RX-8 has his windows down blasting some Nickleback, typical jock rock. I’m almost positive after the race he is going to go home and masturbate to a “Footballs hardest Hits” VHS tape. Some random guy walks out in front of the cars right in the middle. He points at the jock and he gives out a medieval sounding war cry, then he points at you and you don’t even move. The flagers arms go straight up above his head and you take a big hit of your cigarette, the cherry lights up real bright and it makes your eyes glow an evil orange, the perfect visual effect for this setting. The flagers arms are now out at his side making the shape of a cross; what ever jock rock or war cries that were coming from the jocks car could not be heard, drowned out by the unmistakable voice of a ford V8. You throw your half finished cigarette out the window and slowly let out a huge cloud of smoke. The very same moment the flagers arms drop to his side the cloud of smoke disappears out the window as you introduce your rear tires to the pavement. An awesome launch, whatever tires you have on there are great, they hooked up perfect. Instant car lengths lead on him right out of the hole. You slam the billet shifter into 3rd as I’m breaking my neck to look out of the back window to see where the Mazda is at, you on the other hand have not taken your eyes off of the finish line since the get go. Even though this race is a slaughter you never let up, maxing out 3rd gear and the 5 liter is screaming bloody murder as we fly past the white polls declaring you the winner. What feels like days later the RX-8 crosses the finish line and then turns around and follows us back to the meet up spot…
…You park and we both get out of the car. You are walking up to the jock that is standing with a group of his friends. You say “I got two questions for you, one. Where is my money? And two. Give me my money.” I guess this guy didn’t like to loose because with out even saying a word takes a swing at you. You are able to dodge it and throw a right of your own, but yours caught the jock right on the bridge of his nose, causing his head to snap back violently. That’s when his friends start to gang up on you; you were holding your own until… One of them hit you in the back of the head with a wrench. You instantly dropped to the floor unconscious, then they pick you up and throw you in the back of one of their cars, that when I jumped in my car to go get help. They must have dumped you off in that field you woke up in…
As I’m taking in all of this information about the craziest night of my life, I forget it all for a split second when I see my car. There she was unharmed, and as beautiful as I last remembered her to be. Charcoal paint that looked a foot deep, dropped on black SVT wheels. My car was the result of an emptied out wallet and countless hours of work, to me she was worth every cent, and every second. So after what seemed to be an eternity of a walk we finally reached our destination, “so can you give me a ride to my car?” she asked. I say “sure” and we both get in my car. I feel strangely connected to this girl as she’s giving me turn by turn directions to her car. She didn’t even know me and she totally helped me out, I definitely want to see this girl again. Just as I am about to ask her if she had any plans later in the weekend we come up on what seems to be a car accident at an intersection. The paramedics are crowded around a Del sol that is smashed in between a light pole and a Nissan Titan. “Hey isn’t that the Titan we saw leaving the party?” I asked her…
(Her)
“Yeah, I tried to get out of the way but it was too late”
(Me)
“Wait, what are you talking about?”
(Her)
“He came barreling through a red light, I tried to get out of the way but he was going too fast.”
(Me)
“NO, this is impossible. This can’t be happening!”
(Her)
“I tried to hold on; I swear I held on as long as I could”
I feel like I’m about to pass out… actually it’s the exact opposite, it feels like I’m about to wake up. I look over at her and ask her “what is your name?” She is moving her lips but I am completely deaf and everything is very hazy…
I wake up and I expect to be in my bed and have to try to remember my crazy dream… Then I taste the blood in my mouth. I have the same headache and I’m laying in the same grass, but no girl. I get up and start to run as fast as I can down the sidewalk littered with cigarette butts and 40oz bottles. Across the rail road tracks that we stood on, passed all the industrial factories. I get to my car which was exactly where she showed me, I jump in and start driving. I am making the last turn she had me take and the emergency lights on the ambulance are bouncing off of my cars paint. I see the Titan crashed up against the light pole… but there was no Del sol…
After a couple weeks had passed I could not get this girl off of my mind, so I decided to do some research. I finally found her, well I found her obituary in the newspaper archive at my local library. She was killed in a car crash that involved a drunk driver that ran a red light. It happened at that very intersection, on that very same night, but 3 years ago. I found out that her name was Joy; ironically that is what I named my car.
This story is based on true events that happened to a friend of mine, I’ll leave it up to your imagination to decide which events are true.
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07-24-2007, 11:22 PM
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