>The city of Canterlot doesn't really look to be much different than most other major metropolitan cities.
>In the dead of night.
>The familiar pale orange glow from the street lights paint moments in time throughout the city.
>A calming silence leads to the overall peaceful presence of the city skyline. 
>That is, until you find yourself on one of many of the interstate highways that intertwine across the City.
>Be Anon.
>You're roaring along the HWY 102 on the Canterlot expressway.
>You're in the middle of a race.
>You and your trusty 1973 Datsun 280Z are in the lead against a few other racers.
>Mostly scrubs from what you can tell.
>Nice cars though.
>A black  1992 Subaru WRX 22B STi
>And a 1990 Mazda RX-7 Turbo II
>Nice cars.
>But you you haven't been too honest.
>While your car is a 1970's model.
>Underneath the hood holds a RB20DET engine.
>A turbocharged engine suitable for a Skyline.
>Your car is a beast on the road.
>And it's flexing it's muscle right about now.
>Truth be told.
>This car was your fathers.
>He passed it down to you.
>He says his street racing days are long behind him.
>So now you tear the streets and highways with it on weekends.
>There really has been no need to tune it further other than little things like replacing gaskets and such.
>It was scary trying to handle this thing at first.
>But after a few years of playing with it.
>You now feel it's an extension of your own body.
>Some of your opponents are still in sight behind you.
>You're coming up on an exit ramp onto another highway.
>You give yourself a little more speed.
>Once you're on the ramp just before the tight turn.
>You downshift.
>Kick the clutch.
>And let the car drift around the tight exit ramp and coast back on the new road.
>You then pick up the speed once again.
>You've pretty much ran your opponents off.
>You no longer see them in your rear view mirror.
>Another nice Saturday night out.
>You cross a bridge into the east side of Canterlot and you are about to exit off the freeway when you see it.
>Just up ahead you notice a white car.
>Something not uncommon.
>Usually at this time of night there are just trucks, semis, a few other cars and of course, other fellow racers.
>You decide to ride up to the back of the car.
>It's a Porsche 911.
>Nothing too crazy on the outside.
>The 'Turbo' insignia just above the taillights and the back in general signifies it could be a 930 or 964.
>You've dealt with a few Porsche's here and there.
>You decide to flash your high beams at the car to signify you want a race.
>The Porsche then moves to a lane to the right of you to give you a lane to pull up.
>Once you reach the side of the car you notice the windows were tinted so you couldn't see the driver.
>Per the usual.
>Looks like it has golden or bronze rims, can't really get a good look obviously.
>You've got a feeling this car isn't stock.
>You look over to the car and still you can't see into the car or who is driving.
>Then without warning, the Porsche bolts off.
>That caught you by surprise.
“Shit.”
>You mutter to yourself.
>You then hit the gas and your engine roars into life.
>You're slowly gaining on the car.
>Both of you are swerving between semis that were still on the road at this time.
>You reach the back of the car when it jumps forward some more.
>Damn that thing has some power.
>Like you've said before, you have beaten a few Porsche's before.
>You were also sure those weren't tuned for racing like your car.
>This one seems to be a sleeper as nothing on the outside screams modification.
>But this thing is giving you a run for your money.
>You keep a cool head and not get aggressive.
>You once again you catch up to the car.
>Up ahead the highway starts to twist and turn with 'S' curves.
>You need to let go of some power to make these turns.
>The Porsche does the same.
>You make your way through the turns with ease.
>As does the Porsche.
>Not only does this car have some nuts.
>The driver seems pretty competent as well.
>But once you get out onto the straightaway, the Porsche blows off.
>You can't catch up.
>And you try.
>But you cannot make up for lost momentum fast enough to catch up.
>The car is no longer in your view.
>You lost.
>You shake your head in disbelief and then let out a heavy sigh.
>You then slouch in your seat and deflate a bit.
>Well, nothing left to do than to head home.
>You have to exit off the highway and get on the opposite way back to the west side of the City.
>You get home really late.
>You park the car in an enormous parking garage.
>You give your car one last look over.
>Sure, it's called a Datsun in your country.
>But when your father owned it, he took off all mention of the brand and put it's original name from Neighpon.
>The Nissan Fairlady Z
>He'd say back in the day it would piss off some dude's who would lose to them that they got beat by a “Fairlady”
>Gave you a chuckle.
>You kept it that way.  For his sake.
>Quietly, you make your way into your house.
>As to not wake your parents.
>Or, more like not to wake your mother.
>Your dad pretty much knows about your little late night runs.
>After all, he used to do the same at your age.
>You quietly get to your room.
>And hop straight to bed.
>The white Porsche still on your mind.

>10AM
>Sunday
>You are woken up from the blaring sunlight emitting from your bedroom window.
>You try to cover your eyes with your blanket.
>Then your alarm goes off.
>You groan and slowly get out of bed.
>Time to get ready for work.
>You shower.
>Grab a bowl of cereal.
>Head back out to the garage.
>And get into your daily driver.
>A 2005 silver Dodge Neon.
>You only drive the Z on weekend nights.
>You tend to keep the fact that you drive it somewhat a secret.
>Sure, your dad knows.
>Maybe some of his buddies know, if only because they knew he raced in it years ago.
>But for the most part you've been able to keep it on the down low.
>You hop into the car and head to work.
>A high performance Auto Parts store and garage.
>Project: Performance
>Or Project: P, as most like to call it.
>A higher end  auto parts store that specializes in racing parts.
>It's part of a larger chain of other auto parts store's across the State.
>All of which are owned by your father.
>Yeah, he was a mechanic growing up as well as a street racer.
>But also a smart businessman.
>Which in reality gives you an unfair advantage to your peers of the same age.
>You're only 18 years old and in your final months of High School.
>But you go to a High School full of rich kids anyways.
>Some of them are even more loaded than you.
>But you have more resources in terms of auto parts and tuning.
>You pretty much trade your labor for the cost of keeping your Z tuned.
>Which right now, you're working to pay off a set of new tires.
>With how much you drive the Z, they won't be needed soon.
>But it's nice to have the spare set.
>Today is usually a busy day for the garage, so you're stuck on the registers in the store.
>You mostly deal with some rich people looking for things for their luxury cars.
>Speaking of Porsche's.
>You decide to try and look into the customer database and records for any service on Porsche 911 Turbos.
>There is a large list.
>You should have guessed that would be the case.
>There is no way you could look through all of this data and pinpoint who owned that white Porsche.
>Guess you should have paid attention to the plates of the car.
>Would have made it a lot easier.
>”Looking to buy a Porsche there?”
>Someone says behind you.
>You jump from your seat and quickly close the window that had the information.
“N-no! Just looking something up!”
>You say in a panic.
>You quickly turn to the person who snuck up on you.
“Oh, shit man, seriously, don't try and startle me like that!”
>4-Speed, the Assistant Manager at the shop, stands before you.
>Real cool dude.
>He's in his mid to late 20's you'd wager.
>And, you think, next in line to be the next Manager of this shop.
>At least you think so.
>He busts his ass for the shop and he deserves it.
>A can of some energy drink in each hand
>”Hah ha, sorry man, you usually aren't that focused on something.”
>He says as he tosses you one of the cans of the energy drink.
“Yeah, I don't know...”
>You trail off and open the can and take a sip.
“There was this white Porsche 911, probably a 930 or 964 that I ran into last night that was just insane.”
>You shake your head again as you remember the experience.
”It was a pretty damn good driver as well and I want to know who it was.”
>4-Speed just cocks his head to the side.
>”Wait, were you riding last night?”
>He asked.
>”I thought you didn't race man?”
>The question took you by surprise.
“Oh!”
>Think fast.
“Well, I was driving home from a friends house late last night from across town and ran into them.”
>You nod and took another drink from your can.
“You know how this city is.  Lots of street racers and wannabes out there.  Including myself.  Thinking I have a big dick in my Neon and tried challenging it...”
>You awkwardly chuckle and look carefully at 4-Speed.
>Hoping he takes the bait.
>He shrugs.
>”Yeah, you're right about that, too many street racers in this town nowadays.”
>You both just sit there in silence for a moment.
>Seems like you've dodged the question.
>”Still, why are you obsessed with it?”
>He asks you.
>”Wanna start racing because of it?”
>You take a seat at the desk chair again.
”Somewhat.”
>It does make you want to be a better racer.
>You think you may have gotten out of that last turn sluggishly and ended with them blowing you out the water.
>You then take your attention back to the computer screen.
“But at this point, a white Porsche 911 with bronze, or golden rims is still too vague to even pinpoint.”
>You sigh.
>4-Speed then rests his hand on your shoulder.
>”Nothing else that stuck out?”
>You shake your head.
“Pearl white coat, tinted windows, the rims, the stock 'Turbo' insignia. It was pretty much a sleeper.”
>You say.
“Not even a big gay spoiler on it, all the real work was under the hood. Or trunk”
>4-Speed then shakes your shoulder.
>”You should come with me next Friday night to the racers meet, perhaps you could find them there.”
>You then turn to look at 4-Speed.
“You think so?”
>He then nods his head.
>”I know the Lambo's and Ferrari's usually have their own meet, but at ours you usually see a Porsche from time to time.  It's worth a shot.”
>He then has a smile on his face.
>”If not, you could also ask questions while you're there, and get a feel for what the street racers life is like!”
>He starts to get excited,
>You think for a second.
>You know of the meets from some of your classmates talking about them.
>Car tuning and street racing are the thing among your fellow rich kids.
>Who would've thought?
>Usually you avoided running into them.
>But there have been times, like last night, where you ran into others who were racing.
>He has a good point in that you could ask around.
>”Hey, you can even ride with me in my Type R to check it out!”
>You give it some more thought.
>You then finally nod in agreement.
“Alright, I'll take you up on your offer.”
>He then slaps you on your shoulder.
>”Ha ha! That's the spirit!  You're gonna have a great time!”
>He raises his energy drink in a toast to you.
>You snort and don't leave him hanging.
>You both clank cans and down the rest of your drinks.
>You finish off the day and help close up shop.
>A nice easy Sunday drive home.
>Once you get home you take a long look at the Z.
>The cherry red coat glistens from the artificial light from the garage.
>A body kit with a larger front dam and some ZG flares over the tire wells.
>A small spoiler in the back that looks more like a lip and really adds to the car's charm.
>On the bottom right corner on the back window there is a small decal with the initials, 'C.S.S'.
>You never knew what that stood for, and you've never really questioned it either.
>It was a part of the car when you were given it, and just kept it as is.
>After a few minutes of admiring the view. You finally leave the garage and lock up.
>You head back into the house where your parents are having dinner.
>You join them.
>You keep racing talk away from the dinner table.
>At least, in front of your mother.
>She really doesn't want you doing any sort of racing.
>She feels it's too dangerous.
>Which, is actually true.
>She's just being a mom.
>But that ship has long sailed out now.
>At long last, you end the day in your room on your computer.
>Looking up videos on what can be done to modify and tune Porsche 911's
>And subsequently also looking up any other modifications for your Z as well.
>This goes well into the night.
>Which you forget you have school in the morning.
>Shit. It's already 2AM.
>Tomorrow is going to be rough.

>Monday morning.
>8:12AM
>You jolt awake.
>You notice the sun is out and you sit up in a panic.
>You frantically look around for your phone.
>Which should have acted as your alarm clock.
>When you finally find it, you notice there was no evidence of the alarm going off.
>But you really don't have time to panic.
>You hop out of bed and grab the first set of clothes you find and throw them on.
>You run out the house and into the garage.
>Hop in your Neon.
>And race off to school.
>Canterlot High School.
>The only public high school in Canterlot County.
>This city is the richest city in the entire county, if not state.
>Doctors, business owners, CEO's, politicians.
>Really anyone who makes a high six figure salary and above.
>So the school is really top notch for a public school with all the funds from the high rollers living in the City.
>You make it to school.
>Holy shit the student parking lot is full.
>Except for a lone spot at the far end.
>Well, beggars can't be choosers.
>You power walk your way through the lot of endless Bimmers.
>Really you notice no cars older than maybe 1996.
>You can't tell for sure as you are in a hurry.
>The entire campus is silent.
>Classes have started a long time ago.
>You make your way up to the building and are about to walk in when you come to a realization.
>Your first class is with Cranky Doodle.
>A real jackass.
>You think for a second if you should honestly just skip first period so you won't have to deal with his shit attitude.
“Hmm”
>You hum to yourself with your hand still on the door.
“Fuck it.”
>You tell yourself as you decide to turn back and wait out the rest of first period in your car when.
>”Forget something, Mr. Anonymous?”
>You freeze in your spot at the stern, yet feminine voice.
>Slowly, you turn your head to see the source of the voice.
>It's Principal Celestia herself.
>How did she know you were here?
>Perhaps you were stalling too long at the door.
“I uh, left my pencils in my car?”
>You lie pathetically.
>She doesn't seem amused and crosses her arms.
>”Mr. Anonymous, I can see some pencils poking out from your backpack.”
>Well shit, so much for that.
>You then fully turn to her and hang your head low.
“Oh.”
>Principal Celestia shakes her head at your shitty excuse.
>”Look, I know the school year is almost over, and that as a senior, you'll be long gone from here.”
> She then lets out a sigh.
>”But I still need you to take these last few months of school seriously and be prepared for finals.”
>She continues,
>”This has been a reoccurring issue with you,and I think it may be time to contact your parents.”
>You shoot your head back up to look at her.
“What? No! Please!”
>You hold your hands out in plea for mercy.
>She doesn't seem fazed.
>”Nothing else seems to get to you...”
>You take a step forward to her and bow your head with your hands clasped together.
“Please, one more chance! I swear I'll take it seriously!”
>Principal Celestia then takes one of her hands and begins to rub the bridge of her nose.
>”Fine, you get one more chance. But for today you will be given detention for this.”
>You let out a sigh or relief and stand back up.
“Thank you principal! I promise it won't happen again.”
>She just shakes her head like she just made a bad decision.
>”Please be sure to it that it doesn't.”
>She lightly pleads as she turns to enter the school.
>She opens the door and takes a step inside before she looks back to you.
>”Oh, and you still need to check into first peri-”
>The school bell rings, signifying the end of first period.
>Saved by the bell.
>Principal Celestia then lets out another sigh and roller her eyes,
>”Please go to your next class Anonymous.”
>She then retreats back into the building as a large mass of students then pour into the hallways.
>You happily oblige and make your way through the sea of students and get to your next class.
>You make it through the day without any further issues,
>Time for detention.
>Just an hour of nothing but doing your homework.
>Afterwords you make your way back to your car.
>The student lot is almost empty.
>Except for a few cars here and there.
>Could be a few student athletes or one's in after school clubs.
>One car in particular catches your eye.
>A Midnight blue Mitsubishi Eclipse.
>Looks to be an early 2000's model with a VIS Racing fiberglass body kit.
>You bet it's a GTS as well.
>If it has any business being a racing car with that body kit, it should.
>It also seems to have several large white lightning bolts with a yellow trim that wrap around the car.
>If the car were a lighter shade of blue the lightning bolts would look halfway decent.
>But this is just not good looking.
>You begin to circle the car to get more details about it when.
>”Hey!”
>You look up to see someone head over to where you are.
>No doubt the owner of the car, who turns out to be.
“Flash?”
>Flash Sentry.
>An acquaintance of yours.
>He reaches the car and looks down at the car then back at you.
>”Oh! It's you, what's up Anon?  Checking out my ride?”
>He says with pride.
“This your car?”
>Stating the, now, obvious as you look down at the car as well.
>”Sure is!”
>He then lightly slaps the roof of the car.
“What year?”
>You chime in.
>”2003”
>You nod at his answer.
“I assume it still packs it's 6G72 engine?”
>Flash looks a bit surprised at your question.
>”You got it.”
>You smack your lips with another nod at his answer.
“Nice.”
>Flash agrees with you.
>After another rotation around the car he asks you a question.
>”Since when were you into cars?  You've never really shown much interest before.”
>You then look up to Flash with an annoyed look on your face.
“I mean, my dad owns a large number of auto parts stores across the State, including the racing parts store in town that I help out at that I am sure you've bought a thing or two from there.”
>You then stop at the back of the car.
“I should at least know a tiny bit about cars and racing.”
“Flash then shrugs his shoulders.
>”Good point.”
>He then chuckles.
>”And I have spent quite a bit of money at your store.”
>He then meets you at the rear of the car and points to the exhaust pipe.
>”Got that baby from your store.”
>It's your turn to chuckle.
“Yeah, exhausts are a hot item.”
>You continue to ask.
“Which one did you get?”
>”Magnaflow Street Series.'
>You nod,
>A $600 system.
“Alright alright, but when did you get into cars?  I've never seen this car before.”
>He nods at your question.
>”Yeah, normally I don't drive this to school. But I was running late and these were the first set of keys that I grabbed on my way out.”
>You laugh.
“I was late this morning myself.”
>You look at the various decals on the back windshield with all the brands that are probably in the car.
>Then one caught your eye.
>In the top right corner of the windshield you see the initials, 'C.S.S' again.
>Only this time the second 'S' is a stencil in the shape of a star.
>Almost the same as on your Z.
>You then point it out to Flash.
“Hey Flash, what does the CSS mean?”
>He looks at what you were mentioning
>”Oh yeah, it stands for 'Canterlot Speed Stars', the racing crew I roll with.”
>You cock your head to the side.
“Racing crew?”
>He nods.
>”Yeah, we gather at every racing meet and just chill and race.”
>Interesting.
>Come to think of it, your dad did mention something about being a part of a crew back in the day.
>Guess this goes as far back as when he was in the scene.
“Are there other students at the school who are part of the crew?”
>You inquire more.
>”Of course!”
>He beams proudly.
>Then he looks to his left and to his right.
>”Though uh, I can't really tell you who else is in while on campus.”
>He shrugs his shoulders with an apologetic look on his face.
>”For the safety and privacy of our members. Hope you understand.”
>You just give him a thumbs up.
“Though I guess it won't be much of a secret for me soon.”
>Flash then shoots you a suspicious look
>”What do you mean by that?”
“A buddy of mine is taking me out to the meet this weekend to check it out.”
>Flash now looks a little more excited
>”Nice man! Then I'll see you again this weekend!”
>He then makes his way to the drivers side of the car and gets in.
>”Really man, I'd love to chat some more but I really need to get going.”
>You nod and stand back as he start up the car.
“Give me one good rev before you head out!”
>You say loud enough for him to hear over the loud sound of his engine idling.
>He smiles and grants your request.
>RrrRRRRMMMMMSSsshhhh.
>That all too familiar hiss of the turbo at the end of the rev could get you going any day of the week.
>With a satisfied smile, you give him a thumbs up.
>He then quickly makes his way off campus and you can hear the car scream as it makes it's way down the street.
“Good stuff”
>You say to yourself and you head back to your own car to head home. 
>Once you get home and park, you take another look at the back of the Z.
>After taking a second look at the 'S.C.C' logo, 
>It's a more simple design than the one Flash had on his car.
>You decide you want to ask your dad about it.
>Later that afternoon, you're with your father in the living room.
>Watching TV.
>At least you are.
>He's busy reading a magazine.
“Hey dad?”
>You call out to him.
>It takes a few moments before he responds to you.
>”Yeah son?”
>He says without looking away from what he was reading.
“What can you tell me about the Canterlot Speed Stars?”
>That got more of his attention as he now lowers the magazine and looks towards you.
“I know there's a decal on the Z that says 'C.S.S' and I've never really questioned it.”
>He still doesn't respond to your question so you continue on.
“So, at school today, I noticed one of my buddy's ricers in the parking lot had a similar decal on their back windshield and told me it was the crew he rode with,”
>Your dad slightly nods.
>”Well, yeah, actually a coupe of friends and I formed the Canterlot Speed Stars back when we were in high school.”
>You were taken aback at this revelation.
“You started it?”
>You now have his full attention.
>”Yeah.”
>He simply says.
>”I mean, in the beginning it was just two friends and I that were just messing around and racing each other, then we were calling ourselves the Speed Stars.”
>He then let's out a sigh.
>Looks like he's starting to get nostalgic.
>”Because we were all from Canterlot and went to Canterlot High, we all settled on C.S.S.  Afterwords other 'teams' started to form around the county.”
>He then chuckles to himself.
>”Most of them were just a bunch of scrubs that had no business racing. Though, much like all other rivalries between CHS and Crystal Prep. They came through with the 'Crystal Clutch Club'.  Some of them were actually pretty good and for a long while there was a huge battle between us.” 
>A sense of pride now washes over his face.
>”In the end, they just couldn't match our skill.  I was still with the group for a few years even after College and even a few years after we had you.”
>Now it looks like he's coming back down to Earth.
>”Of course with all good things, it my time with them came to an end.  I had to focus on getting the business started.  So I left the team in the hands of the younger members.”
>Your father sighs again and sits back in his chair.
>”Man, I wonder how they're doing nowadays?”
>Very interesting to hear more from your father's street racing days.
>You are just a little more hyped for this coming weekend now.

>Friday
>9:30PM
>You agree to meet up with 4-Speed at his place.
>Which is actually the next town over.
>When you finally make it to his place, it's a small residential neighborhood.
>Nothing too flashy or big.
>You can already tell which house is 4-Speed's.
>The house with the Spoon Yellow Civic Hatchback that was parked in it's driveway.
>You park in front of the house and text 4-Speed that you were outside.
>Once you see him exit his house you then get out of your own car and go up to greet your friend.
>”Anon! My man, how you doin'?”
>4-Speed happily greets you with his hand held up, looking for a high five.
>You return the favor.
“I'm doing good, ready to do this.”
>The high five then evolves into a handshake.
>You then motion to 4-Speed's car.
“That the Type R I've been hearing so much about?”
>He then looks over to his car as well.
>”Sure is!”
>He beams.
>”Let me give you the grand tour.”
>You both move closer to the car and 4-Speed opens the drivers side door and pops the hood open.
>”So, in case you didn't notice, this car wasn't originally a Type R, it was a normal 97 Civic DX I bought and spent most of my time and money converting it to a Type R”
>He regroups with you in the front end of the car and lifts the black carbon fiber hood.
>Inside you see a red powder coated B16B Type R engine.
”Well, at least you have the most important part of the conversion.”
>You quip.
>He lets out a laugh.
>He goes on to list the number of modifications he has done to the car so far.
>As he continues to list parts he has on his car, you take another walk around the car.
>It's got a stock Type R body kit.
>Which really, it looks a hell of a lot better than most aftermarket body kits so you feel that was a good decision.
>Much like a lot of racers, there are a number of auto part maker decals littered around his windows.
>And wouldn't you know it, he's got a Canterlot Speed Stars logo similar to the one Flash has on his back windshield.
“Well shit, you're part of the Canterlot Speed Stars too?”
>You point out the decal.
>4-Speed closes the hood of his car and meets with you.
>”Oh yeah! I'm currently the leader.”
>You look over at 4-Speed, surprised.
“Really now?”
>He puffs his chest out and nods with pride.
>”Sure am!  Hey, you go to Canterlot High too, right?  Maybe you could join us when you're ready to jump in the scene!”
>He offers.
>Still not realizing, or maybe he just doesn't know, that your father was one of the founding fathers.
>But that's really not a detail you feel is important right now.
>You just smile and nod.
“Yeah, sure.  Oh, then you must know my buddy Flash Sentry, with the Eclipse.”
>It looks like a light bulb goes off in 4-Speed's head
>”Oh yeah! He's actually one of our newer members. Cool kid.”
>So now this seems like it'll be more fun.
>”Well, I think we've talked long enough, shall we head out to the meet?”
>You clap your hands and nod.
“Let's do this!”
>You're genuinely excited that you had forgotten you were going to try and find info on the white Porsche.
>You both get into 4-Speed's car.
>He turns the key in the ignition.
>The car hums to life.
>He makes a few revs before you're off to the races.

>Both you and 4-Speed are roaring down the Highway.
>The screams from his exhaust lends you to believe it's not a very powerful one.
>But, what the hell, it's nice to be racing and you're not the one driving.
>Granted, the top speed he get's in his Type R isn't even in the league as your Z.
>Finally, you both make it to your first destination.
>Donut Joe's.
>A dinky little 24-hour Doughnut shop located near the industrial area of the City.
>”Everyone likes coming to Donut Joe's because it's relatively close to the highway entrances and because it's located in the Industrial area, there is a lot of empty space to utilize.”
>4-Speed is explaining the reasoning as to why almost everyone meets at a doughnut shop.
>”Also really good and cheap doughnuts and coffee, and he usually keeps quiet to the police about our meets, as he gets good business from us.”
>Makes sense.
>You figure so long as nobody has died, he fine with it.
>As you make your way into the parking lot, it is already packed with a bunch of cars.
>A lot of the usual suspects.
>Nice looking ones at that.
>BMW's
>Mercedes'
>Toyota's.
>Hondas.
>Nissan's
>You name it.
>You even spot a few cars that you've smoked on some of your previous night rides.
>There are even a few Porsche's.
>But nothing that closely resembles the one you encountered last weekend.
>And the girls.
>Good god almighty the girls.
>A metric ton of hot looking girls everywhere.
>Wearing skimpy pseudo schoolgirl looking outfits with cleavage hanging galore
>Super short skirts  and thigh highs.
>It's like something out of a street racing movie.
>Shit, you've even spotted a few lovely ladies that go to your school. 
>4-Speed parks his car near a few cars off to the end of the gathering.
>You both step out of the car.
>Loud music and car engines blaring out like it's a block party.
>And it kinda seems like it is.
>Then you see a familiar face and car.
>”Hey! There you are man! I didn't think you were serious!”
>Flash walks up to you to give you the 'bro hug' which you happily accept.
“Of course man.”
>You give him a smile and look over at the others who are grouped with you.
“Are they the other members?”
>You ask Flash.
>4-Speed then drapes his arm over your shoulders and pulls you close.
>”Yessir! Let me introduce you to the 'Canterlot Speed Stars'!”
>First he motions over to Flash.
>”Of course you already know Flash here.”
>Flash smiles, raises his fist and poses in front of his Eclipse.
>Like he's posing for a photo
>He has his usual getup of his black hooded jacket and blue jeans.
>You shake your head, smile and laugh at his pose.
>4-Speed then escorts you to over to what looks like a white Nissan 350z.
>A convertible at that.
>It's parked in reverse from the other cars so the trunk is facing you.
>Sitting on the left end of the car is a girl not paying any attention to the environment around her while looking at her phone. 
>Two tone purple leggings in a camouflage pattern that rides up to her short white skirt.
>A solid purple tube top with a white sleeveless vest that still exposed her midsection.
>A sort of off white skin tone with her eyes being covered by large black rimmed oval shaped shades.
>She's bobbing her head to a beat that must be playing out of her overly large ear covering headphones.
>Her shoulder length two tone blue hair looks to be a mess, but it could be her style as she oozes 'raver girl' vibes.
>”Hey Vinyl.”
>4-Speed calls out to the girl.
>She's unresponsive.
>”Hey Vinyl!”
>4-Speed says louder.
>She still doesn't budge from looking at her phone.
>You hear 4-Speed let out an annoyed chuckle.
>”Every time.”
>You hear him whisper under his breath.
>He then moves up to her and waves his hands in front of her.
>She finally pops up from her phone with her eyebrows raised.
>She then stands up straight, presses a button on her phone and then pockets the device.
>”Vinyl, this is Anonymous. Or, just Anon for short”
>4-Speed extends his arm out to you.
>Then he swings it over to pointing at Vinyl.
>”Anon, this is Vinyl Scratch.”
>Vinyl raises her hand by her side and gives you a small cheeky wave.
>You smile and wave back.
>Matching her enthusiasm.
“Yeah, I've seen you before, you're our school DJ.”
>Her smile widens and she nods enthusiastically.
“Alright alright, so what do you have packing in there?
>You point to her 350z.
>She pulls out an electric key from her vest pocket and presses a button.
>The trunk of the car slowly opens to reveal a nice looking audio sound system.
>4 Subwoofers and 2 huge amplifiers lined with neon purple lights streaming around the entire trunk. 
>You nod your head and out an impressed look on your face.
“Nice.”
>You comment.
>She then presses another button and the sound system bursts to life.
>Holy shit you can feel the bass from where you were standing.
>And you were standing a good few feet away.
>The rest of the crowd begins to cheer once they hear the insanely loud music.
“NICE!”
>You try to yell over the mini earthquake.
>She seems to have gotten the hint as she gives you a thumbs up and then finally lowers the volume.
>4-Speed once again wraps his arm around your shoulders and moves you along.
>You look and you see that he has his free hand inside his ear.
>Pretending to clean it after that sound blast.
>”I'm honestly amazed she's not deaf by this point.”
>A little catty comment that made you smile and chuckle.
>”No seriously, if you thought it was loud from where you were, think of what it would be like if you were actually IN the car.”
>Your chuckle stopped.
>Shit, you didn't even think of that.
>4-Speed leads you along to the next member.
>You are now standing in front of a light blue Toyota MR2.
>Given the body of the car, it's a second generation model, some it's somewhere in the 90's
>The back trunk is open.
>Which is where the engine is housed so you assume whoever is the owner of the car is back there working on something.
>Then on cue, someone jumps from behind the car.
>”Behold! The great and powerful Trrrixie is successful once again in another modification!”
>There stands triumphantly before you another classmate of yours.
>Faded gray jeans, long sleeve blue blouse that complemented her pale grayish-blue skin
>Her sleeves were rolled up.
>Most likely due to her working on her car.
>Her long flowing white and light gray streaked hair was held back from a baseball cap she was wearing backwards.
>Trixie Lulamoon.
>”Trixie, this is Anonymous.”
>He went through the same introduction he did with you and Vinyl.
>She still has her proud stance.
>”Trixie is aware of Anonymous!”
>She then points to you.
>”We share the same math and gym classes!”
>4-Speed looks to you for what you assume is conformation.
>You just nod simply.
“Hello Trixie.”
>You greet her.
>Another person who you would have never guessed were into cars and racing.
>She holds her arms out wide as if she were presenting a show.
>”As the leader and best racer of the group, the great and powerful Trrrrixie welcomes you to bask in the glory that is the formidable and legendary faction that are the Canterlot Speed Stars!”
>4-Speed let's out another sigh.
>”Trixie, for the last time, you are not the leader.”
>Trixie didn't seem to hear 4-Speed.
>Or she just simply didn't care as she continued.
>”Should you ever need a fantastic mentor in the art of street racing, look no further than the great and powerful Trrrixie!”
>Silence.
“...k”
>Is all you reply to her.
“So, what modification did you do to your MR2?”
>You decide to ask.
>Trixie then crosses her arms.
>”Humph, the task of reinforcing and concentrating air into the turbine for more power is too much for a beginner like yourself to comprehend!”
>She proclaims.
“...So, you installed an air filter for your turbo?”
>Trixie then looks away in disgust.
>”If your feeble mind sees it that way then so be it! Trixie has no patience right now to help plebeians understand the intrenches of such wonders!”
>Once again, you feel a hand begin to pull you away.
>”Thank you Trixie, we're going now.”
>4-Speed tells her as you both walk away from her.
>”Sorry about her, she means well, she really does.”
>4-Speed tries to explain.
>”She can just be over-dramatic, for showman's sake”
>You get it.
>”Well, there is only one member left.”
>4-Speed continues on.
>You then both come up to a neon green Ford Mustang.
>An 80's fox body hatchback model.
>Judging by the 4 block headlights it's an early 80's model.
>Stepping out of the car is a young girl with light green skin with a darker shade of green for her long shaggy hair.
>He was dressed very modestly with a pair of baggy faded jeans and a baggy light earth brown sweat shirt.
>A couple faded freckles dotted her cheeks.
>She tries to avoid eye contact with the both of you.
>”Anon, this is Wallflower Blush.”
>You wave to the shy girl.
>She meekly waves back.
>”Hello.”
>She says so softly you almost didn't hear her over the sounds of the other cars around you.
>You decide to try and break the ice further and step closer to her car.
“I assume this is your ride?”
>You ask.
>She nods.
>”Y-yeah, I know it's not much.”
>She feels embarrassed about her car.
>You just shrug your shoulders.
“Eh, you don't see many 80's Mustangs running around, what year is it?”
>You inquire further about the car.
>She seems to gather herself a little bit more now.
>”It's a 1985 5.0”
>You figured.
>You circle around the car once and meet back up with 4-Speed.
“Anything else special under the hood?”
>You ask to try and get her more comfortable.
>”Well, we installed a new flowmaster exhaust system with a catted 'X' pipe.”
>She gets closer to the drivers door and continues.
>”Subframe connecters underneath the car, as well as an aluminum drive shaft.”
>She then opens the car door and pops open the hood.
>She meets you in front the of the car and then opens the hood.
>Inside you see the car's signature small block V8 engine with a few add ons.
>”I have a cold air intake system and some new headers.”
>Modest upgrades for a modest girl.
>You then nod and pull back from her.
“Alright alright, well, it was nice meeting you.”
>You tell Wallflower.
>She nods in agreement.
>”Same to you.”
>After meeting everyone on the team, both you and 4-Speed then head back to his car.
>You must admit they don't seem like the greatest bunch of racers.
>But hey, they could all be sleepers and you wouldn't know it.
>4-Speed then pats you on the back and smiles.
>”Well, now that the introductions are done, care to have a look around?”
>You smile and nod.
>But before you both head out to the lot, you point out to the doughnut shop.
“But first, doughnut and coffee.”
>4-Speed's smile grows.
>”You read my mind.”
>You, 4-Speed and the rest of the group all go to the shop and order a doughnut and assorted drinks.
>Some iced coffees and some energy drinks.
>You all walk around the large lot and check out all the nice cars.
>Most of the others begin to peel off from the main group to look at different things.
>Which leaves you and 4-Speed alone together.
>4-Speed then begins to talk about the group.
>”Yeah, they're not much.  But really, in the grand scheme of things, this is supposed to be fun.”
>You get that.
>It's a noble thought process.
>But if you keep that mindset then it's all for naught.
>Almost like...
>”Yeah, that's what typical losers say.”
>Exactly what you were thinking but you didn't want to say it out lou-
>Wait, who did say that?
>You turn to where that voice came from, you are greeted with 5 stunningly beautiful cars.
>Accompanying them are 5 equally good looking chicks.
>First was a racing yellow Nissan Skyline R34 with it's hood open, proudly displaying it's RB26DETT high powered engine.
>An engine similar to the one in your Z, if not with more power to it.
>The owner of the Skyline, pale yellow skin with freckles dotting her face.
>White thigh highs and a short royal blue and burgundy plaid skirt.
>Skin tight white crop top V neck that lets her cleavage spill out for all to see.
>Her magenta hair with teal streaks pulled up into two separate balls on each side of her head.
>Talk about playing into the slutty schoolgirl trope
>”Sour Sweet.”
>4-Speed greets her.
>He then looks to you.
>”Anon, this is Sour Sweet, she leads the group the Crystal Clutch Club, C.S.S's oldest rival.”
>So this is the Crystal Clutch Club.
>”Oh please, you lot of losers haven't been worth calling our rivals for years.”
>Another feminine voice from behind Sour Sweet spoke up.
>Looking behind her you spot another stunning beauty.
>Pale pink skin.
>Long pale lime green and pistachio colored hair that flows down to her hips.
>A large pair of headphones not much different than the pair Vinyl Scratch has.
>Skin tight royal blue nylon tank top. You can see though and see her white bra.
>Yellow skirt that half covered her blue nylons of the same color of her top.
>She was standing next to a pale pink Honda S2000 with a hard top.
>She then walks up to stand next to Sour Sweet.
>”Yeah, totally Lemon Zest.”
>You now know her name is Lemon Zest.
>”I seriously don't understand why you keep coming to these when you know you're all gonna get embarrassed.”
>A third feminine voice says behind both Sour and Lemon.
>This voice, however, sounds a little more robotic and bitchy.
>Behind them stands a girl next to a third gen Mazda RX-7.
>Her light blueish gray skin matches the shiny coat of the same tone on her car.
>Her hair two shades of light gray wrapped in twin tails that trail down both sides of her.
>She's wearing skin tight black leggings with a small peach colored tutu with a matching peach colored sleeveless top that also reveals her bare shoulders.
>She also sported a pair of old style glasses.  No doubt prescription use.
>You'd argue she was the least good looking of the three but still a solid looker.
>”And that is Sugarcoat.”
>4-Speed tells you
>3 of the 5 girls are standing there, getting into yours and 4-Speeds faces.
>The other two just hang back and let these three do the work.
>Not that you mind really.
>It's almost a turn on for you.
>Sour Sweet then turns her attention to 4-Speed.
>”Who's the scrub you brought with you?  Another pathetic recruit with a shitty half assed modded car?”
>Wow, rude.
>4-Speed just smiles at her and holds his hands up.
>”Now now, he's just a guest of mine, he seems to be interested in getting some info on a White Porsche.”
>All three girls then snap their sights onto you now.
>”And what business does a nobody like you have with that?”
>Sugarcoat scoffs. 
>You blankly stare at all three girls.
>Not sure what she means.
“Uh, if I knew what “that” was, then I'd have a better answer for you.”
>You fire back at the ladies.
>Sugarcoat just rolls her eyes.
>”Everyone whose even a half decent racer knows of the 'White Mirage'”
>Claims Lemon Zest.
“The what?”
>Lemon Zest then just shakes her head.
>But before she could say anything else, another feminine voice calls out from behind her.
>”The two spirits of the road”
>You look over to see a trio of more girls.
>Some more semi familiar faces.
>Adagio Dazzle.
>Pale apple green skin with a huge puffy mane of vivid orange with a yellow streak across.
>Skin tight black leather pants that highlight her rocking delicious looking hips.
>Another bright purple sleeveless shirt with a dark purple vest.
 >Her two sisters were towing not too far behind her.
>Aria Blaze.
>And Sonata Dusk.
>Former students at your high school.
>Then they dropped outlast you heard.
>You had also heard rumors that they had gotten signed to a big music label.
>”Well, Anon, these are the Dazzling Trio.”
>4-Speed brings you up to speed.
>You nod.
“I actually know who they are.”
>4-Speed then looks to you.
>”You do?”
>You shrug.
“I know they used to go to my high school.”
>Adagio then gets a disgusted look on her face.
>”Ugh, don't remind us that we went to that shithole of a school.”
>Come on now, it's a nice school.
“Anyways...”
>You try to get the subject back on these 'spirits'.
“What are these spirits you speak of?”
>Adagio tries to speak but then she is pushed aside by her sister.
>Sonata Dusk.
>”Oh, I can answer that!”
>She exclaims cheerfully .
>”The two Spirits are these cars that appear out of nowhere on the highways of Canterlot, often times during a race.”
>She continues.
>”There is one called the 'White Mirage' because of it's speed and superior driving skills, oh, and because it's a white Porsche 964, of course.”
>You probe further.
>”Is that it?”
>She nods.
>”For that car yes!”
>That can't be it.
“You don't even know who drives it?”
>She shakes her head.
>”Nope!”
>Lemon Zest then chimes in.
>”Nobody has been able to keep up with it to see where it goes, which is why it's called a mirage.”
>Guess that doesn't help much.
>But for shits and giggles.
“What about the other spirit?”
>Adagio then shoves Sonata out of the way to get back into your view.
>”The other one is called the 'Red Ghost'”
>Wat.
>Oh boy, you hope this isn't leading to whee you think it's leading.
“And it's called the 'Red Ghost' because...”
>Anticipating the answer.
>Sugarcoat then chimes in.
>”It's a red Datsun 280z, it greatly resembles the one an old Canterlot Speed Stars leader drove a long time ago.
>No fucking way.
>Sugarcoat continues.
>”It's called the Red Ghost because of it's color, obviously, and because much like the White Porsche, it just shows up, blows other racers out of the water, then just drives off.”
>You snort and you try to hold back a laugh.
>Looks like you've already made a name for yourself and you hadn't even realized it.
“So, how do you 'summon' these spirits?”
>You inquire.
>There is a long silence.
>Nobody seems to have an answer.
>Then 4-Speed speaks up
>”Perhaps you need to make a name for yourself to entice the drivers?”
>Everyone looks at 4-Speed.
>”I mean, there has to be people behind the wheels of those cars, and are watching this scene closely, so surely if they see a worthy opponent, they appear.”
>Solid advice.
>But wait.
“Wait, why did you wait until now to tell me about this?”
>He then looks confused.
>”But, I didn't know about these legends?”
>Seriously?
>He's been in the scene for years and this is the first time he's heard of it?
>Then one of the girls chime in.
>”Of course he wouldn't know anything, he's a third rate racer not worth any of our time.”
>Sour Sweet hammers down the insult.
>”I'm sure whoever the driver of the Red Ghost is they would be ashamed to see what the Canterlot Speed Stars have become.”
>Sugarcoat adds more fuel to the fire.
>4-Speed looks like he's unaffected by their insults and keeps a rather carefree face on.
>Sour Sweet then looks to you.
>”Word of advice since you're cute, if this is your first experience with this scene, it's best to stay away from them if you wanna make a name for yourself.”
>You cross your arms and cock your head to the side.
“So you're saying I should just ride alone?”
>Sour matches your tone and stance.
>”You'll have more of a chance than being anchored down by these clowns.”
>She then points to 4-Speed and the others who have now gathered with him.
>”It's not like he'll have any chance without a car of his own.
>Sugarcoat adds in her two cents again.
>”Especially if the real competition have anything to say about him.”
>Real competition?
>As if on cue like in the movies, you begin to hear some loud exhausts in the distance.
>You and the others turn to look in the direction of where the sound is coming from.
>”Well shit, speak of the devil.”
>You hear Adagio quip from behind your back.
>In the distance you see a convoy of about seven cars racing towards you.
>A collection of different kinds of cars.
>But they are all familiar makes and models.
>They don't slow down as they get ever so closer to where you all were standing.
>At the very last minute they all halt one after another.
>A faded pale yellow 2003 Volkswagen Beetle Turbo S.
>A hot pink 1999 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4
>A pearl white 2003 Lexus IS300
>A brilliant orange 1970 Pontiac GTO 455 HO
>A chrome midnight purple 2008 BMW M5 E60.
>A black 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429.
>And a baby blue 2010 Audi R8 V10.
>You take a quick look around the lot and everyone seems to now be gathering around them.
>They all come out of their car's one by one.
>”Twily, talk to me, this isn't working out for me!”
>The first girl to say anything is the one who came out of the Mustang Boss.
>Her long fiery red and yellow hair trails and waves down to her waist.
>Sporting a black leather jacket with faded and torn jeans to reveal patches of her skin,which is a deep yellow almost orange tone to it.
>Then the girl from the purple BMW steps out of her car and begins to speak.
>”It's the acceleration enrichment timing.”
>She adjusts her thick looking black square rimmed nerd glasses.
>Her purple skin matching the color of her car minus the shiny finish.
>She was wearing a long sleeve baby blue shirt with a  dark purple vest over it.
>A darker shade of purple skirt that went down to her knees.
>Her dark sapphire blue hair with a pale purple streak tied up into a larger bun and her bangs hang on each side of her face.
>”I still seem to have it off by a thousand or so RPM,  I'll need to get back in and readjust it.”
>The girl who came out of the white Lexus then chimes in.
>”Really darling, are you sure it's not just your heavy foot?”
>Her porcelain white skin glowed even in the artificial light that were the street poles that littered the parking lot.
>Her hair styled into sleek waves that danced down her back.
>Wearing a pale diamond blue strapless shirt, showing off all her upper bust, if you will.
>Charcoal black bell bottoms contrast all the bright colors of her upper half.
>Definitely the most stunning looking of all them so far.
>Next to add their two cents was the girl who was now resting on her GTO.
>”Rarity's got a point, Sunset.  These ol' Equestrian Muscle cars may pack a wallop, but they still need ya to give'em a gentile touch”
>She says as she pats the hood of her Pontiac.
>Total country girl.
>Pale light orange skin with a few freckles on her face
>She then put on a cowboy hat that held her light golden blonde hair in place
>A pony tail falling in the back.
>Apple red button up shirt that was tucked into her tight blue jeans, showing off her hips.
>Which, if you didn't already guess it, were a treat to look at. 
>”AppleJack is right, Sunset!”
>The owner of the cheerful voice came from the one who was now walking from her 3000GT.
>She's wearing a white shirt that was mostly covered by a denim pale blue jacket.
>A large frilly pink skirt with many bedazzling's littered all over the skirt and white leggings underneath the skirt.  
>Big puffy hot pink hair that frazzled into a mane that rivaled even Adagio's
>A lighter shade of pink skin to complement said hair.
>Her overall aura has this upbeat vibe to her.
>”It's a lot like kneading dough, you can't be too rough for too long or else you'll just have flat cookies!”
>A different take you've haven't heard of before.
>If it makes any sense at all, since, you know, you're no baker.
>”Pinkie darling, this isn't anything like baking.”
>Rarity chimes back in at Pinkie.
>Then the girl from the faded pale yellow Volkswagen Beetle Turbo S finally says something.
>”Well, I agree with AJ that these machines should be treated gently, and I see where Pinkie is coming from.”
>Her voice is so soft and gentle.
>Perfectly matching her overall aura.
>Her skin, much like the others, matches the coating on her car.
>Her slick light pink hair parted in the middle and flows down her sides.
>She's wearing dark gray tight looking yoga pants, along with a dark gray, light pink two layer tutu around her waist.
>Her top consists of a matching dark gray undershirt with a cold shoulder Royal purple shirt with a butterfly pattern on it.
>”Fluttershy, don't encourage Pinkie Pie.”
>Sunset tells Fluttershy, now with her attention her Mustang.
>Now with it's open and all of the girls gathered together, arguing.
>From afar, you're still not sure who they are.
>Well, you know WHO they are.
>They're the most popular girls in the whole of Canterlot High.
>But more of who they are in this context.
>You then finally nudge 4-Speed.
“Care to give me an introduction?”
>4-Speed then snaps back to reality.
>But before he could answer your question, Sour Sweet speaks up.
>”Those whores over there.”
>Sour snarls and you turn to look at her
>”Are the only real competition we have.”
>She just has this disgusted look on her face.
>”Projecting your insecurities much there, Sour?”
>Another feminine voice speaks up from behind you.
>You turn back around to find the last of the girls is now standing before both you and 4-Speed.
>Baby blue skin with wild rainbow colored hair that just falls along her back.
>She's wearing a rainbow striped spaghetti string top that went down to her blue denim skirt.
>And a pair of red skin tight leggings underneath the skirt.
>A smug grin on her face as she looks past both you and 4-Speed and at Sour Sweet.
>”Cause in order for that to have been an insult to me, I would have needed to respect you first!”
>A holler from the crowd over her clap back.
>Sour then steps up to the girl.
>”Whatever bitch!  You just better be ready for our race tonight.”
>The smug look never wanes from the rainbow color haired girl.
>”I mean, calling me names seems to be the only thing you can do since you can't beat me out on the road.”
>Sour just mean-mugs her some more before she finally storms away back with the rest of her crew.
>Then the girl turns her attention to 4-Speed.
>”The same goes for you.”
>Her smug look now turns into a glare.
>Shit, what did 4-Speed do to her?
>”You better not pussy out tonight, either.”
>This time, 4-Speed's carefree look finally faded away for the first time tonight.
>Her attention then turns from him to you.
>Her glare then turns into an uninterested look.
>”Who's the kid?”
>Kid?
>You're pretty sure you're both the same age.
>4-Speed then extends his arm towards her.
>”This is Rainbow Dash. The leader”
>He tells you.
>Then he proceeds to point out all the others.
>”Sunset Shimmer.”
>”AppleJack.”
>”Rarity.”
>”Pinkie Pie.”
>”Fluttershy.”
>”And Twilight Sparkle.”
>You kinda knew that already.
>But you guess a refresher never hurt.
>He then waves to all of them again.
>”They are known as the Sonic RainBooms, and they are currently the best racing crew in the State.”
>That's what you wanted to know.