Basically, I heard TBB died, and I had a writing itch anyway. So, with no further ado, I bring you: Touge Boys
 
>Year: 1993
>Be Johnathan.
>You just graduated high school in Ibaraki, after your family moved there due to your dad's job when you were five.
>Graduation gifts from your family, and your savings beforehand leave you with roughly 600k Yen spending money.
>You don't have any hobbies, but now you really don't have anything to do.
>You've just received a call that your two best friends, Dai and Jiro, are heading over to your house.
 
You hastily get some decent clothes on, and get out of the house just as they pull into your driveway, a navy blue 180sx piloted by Dai, and a bright red EF Civic driven by Jiro. The S13 pulls into the short, sloped driveway, and Dai immediately hops out. "It's about time you graduated! I thought we were gonna have to wait forever!" You roll your eyes, raise your hand, and speak in a sarcastic tone. "I'm so sorry officer! I never realized you were a school year ahead of me!" A series of clicking catches your attention, and you glance to the red EF, where Jiro is now finally hopping out. Jiro comes up the driveway, obviously having some effort involved, with the incline and his short stature. He finally makes his way up, and greets you in his usual ways.
 
"Hey Mr.I-use-my-shoes-to-get-around, how's it going?" You embarrassingly sigh, and hold your right hand behind your neck. Despite how mortifying it is, it's the truth: You've had a manual license for years, but never bothered to actually get a car. "Oh, isn't that right?" You glance upwards to see Dai and Jiro leaning on each other, both in mock detective poses. Dai's first to speak, in a mocking British accent. "Oh, isn't that right? This young man still does not have a car at all!" Jiro replies with the same, mocking, British tone. "Ahh, yes, it seems so my dear assistant. Yes, a terrible tragedy indeed." You roll your eyes, and decide to take the bluff. "Hey, why are you two still going at me for that, be-uh-because I was planning on buying a car today!" Dai and Jiro immediately quit their charade, and Dai speaks up. "Wait, really? Well, uh, let's go now."
 
You freeze, and have a moment to yourself, but your mind only comes out with one, single thought: "Shit."
 
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You step out of the just slightly musty interior of Dai's 180sx. A deep breath escapes from your lungs as you take your first steps onto the car lot, where a man in a modest suit immediately begins heading over to you. Jiro's the first to break the silence, "So, what're ya' looking for? FF, FR, what exactly?"
 
What the hell did he just say?
 
"Uh, what does FF and that stuff mean?"
 
Dai and Jiro both sigh, almost completely on sync. Dai speaks up, "A FR means that it's front engined, and rear wheel drive, like my 180." Jiro joins in, "Yeah, and FF means it's front engined, and front wheel drive, like my Civic. There's also stuff like MR, which means it's midengined, kinda like those Testarossas we saw on TV. And there's also AWDs, and basically it's just where all the wheels are powered. It can be anywhere from little kei cars to big ol' Landcruisers!"
 
A tap on your left shoulder interrupts you, and a quick glance reveals that it's the car salesmen. "Looking for something, huh? Well, what's your budget?" Your mental calculator does a quick run of your savings, your account, and your pocket change. "Uh, like, six-hundred thousand, I think." A smile curves on the otherwise blank face of the salesmen. "I've got a few cars around here that you'd be interested in." With a silent gesture, he leads you and your friends to the back of the lot, where some cars are parked in a semicircle; Some red roadster, what looks like a yellow cheese grater with some funky vents on the back, a green car that looks just like Jiro's, and a white something that looks like your dad's sedan.
 
"So, which one do ya' like the best?"
 
You freeze, you had no idea what those fancy abbreviations meant seconds ago, let alone what these cars were!
 
"Can you, uh, can you tell me what they are?
 
The salesman claps his hands together; "Of course! That red one is a Mazda Eunos, a base model made in 1989. That blue car? It's a '87 Toyota MR2, that one's got the supercharger. The green one's a Civic SI, it was made in '89, like the Eunos. And that four door is a '83 Toyota Crown, it's a bit of a grandpa car if you ask me. You want to take one for a test drive?
 
>http://strawpoll.me/4600250
 
Dai and Jiro immediately start whispering to you, "Pick the Eunos!-No! Pick the Civic!"
 
You roll your eyes, and decide to spite them.
 
"I kinda like that MR2. It looks like it's staring into my soul."
 
Jiro and Dai sigh, disappointed that you didn't take their preferences.
 
The salesman smiles and nods, "Really? I thought you would've taken the Eunos or the Crown. Eh, driver picks the car. I'll go fetch the keys."
 
As the man begins sauntering to his office, you immediately feel a slight punch to your shoulder.
 
"What the hell Johnny! That Eunos was perfect for you!"
 
"Nuh-uh! He should've picked the Civ-"
 
"Guys."
 
Dai and Jiro stop bickering, both between eachother and at you.
 
"I'm just picking whatever car I want to try out first, it's not like I'm buying it right now or anything."
 
The two do nothing but sigh, they know that you've got a point. Another tap on the shoulder, and the ringling of the demo keys, tells you who it is.
 
"Hey, you ready?" You nod silently in return, and the salesman passes you the keys. "I'll tell you now, the clutch is a bit tricky, so don't be surprised if you stall it." Both you and the salesman walk to the respective doors, and get in. The interior looks like some 80's techno orgasm, and you don't really know how to feel about it. You put the clutch to the floor, and turn the key. The engine cranks once, twice, thrice and then starts! The salesman bites his lip, then speaks, "Yeah, it's got a slow start, but it's the battery, I assure you. Why don't you give it some gas?" You slowly begin pressing the gas pedal to the floor, and the engine responds with little to no lag. Right about 2600 RPM, the green light labeled "Supercharger" flicks on, then flickers as you let off and gun it higher.
 
"Mind if I take it onto the road?"
 
"Oh, no, go ahead!"
 
You press in the gas, and let out the clutch and start to mo- You sigh, press the clutch in, and start the car again. Once! Twice! Thrice! Start!
 
"Yeah, the clutch gets you like that. It'll take you once or twice to get it thou-Wait, you've got a manual license, right?" You nod in reply, and successfully get the car rolling under it's own power. Now, it's time to start asking questions. You flip the blinker to turn left, then speak while checking for traffic.
 
"So, how long have you had this car on the lot?"
 
"Well, let's see, I'd say, a year or so, maybe two years."
 
You pull out onto the street, and begin heading nowhere.
 
"Alright, any problems other than the battery?"
 
"Well, it's got the jerky driver and passenger windows, but all Mk1 MR2s get them some point in their life. If I remember right, you just have to replace a gear in the mechanism. Also, it could use some new tires and just a plain tune up. You know, spark plugs, air filter, that stuff."
 
A toned-down "Huh" leaves your mouth as you stop at a red light.
 
"Hey, don't be shy with this car, give it some gas once it turns green."
 
You nod silently, and your eyes trace the cars turning in front of you, going into the opposing lane. Before you knew, the light was green.
 
"Remember what I said, feel free."
 
You nod, and with a grin, you rev the engine up.
 
Three thousand! Down....Three thousand! Down...Three thousand and-!
 
You dump the clutch, and the car shakes as it takes off, a slight squealing coming from behind you, not to mention the whine of a supercharger! The car recomposes itself, and begins shouting up the rev range. The salesman grabs the 'oh shit!' handle, and attempts to speak over the engine, "Shift once she hits 7500!" You nod, not noticing your own big, dumb grin as you grip the steering wheel with both hands.
 
Seven-thousand! Seventy two-hundred! Now!
 
You slack off the gas, and attempt to put the car in third to calm it down. However, you miss somehow, and put her in neutral. You frown, and try again. This time, the car goes into gear with a 'click'!
 
"She's got quite the pull on her, doesn't she?"
 
"You're right on that one, should we head back now?"
 
The salesman nods, and you happily oblige. Maybe you might just buy this one. Maybe you should check out the Eunos or the Crown. Who knows?
 
>Test others
or
>Buy this one
 
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"Mind if we take out that Eunos over there?"
 
The salesman turns to face you, and gives you a confused look.
 
"Really? I'm not implying anything, but that thing is really not what you're looking for. But, driver picks the car. I'll go get the keys."
 
He turns, and begins walking back to the office, twirling the keys in his hand.
 
You hear Dai speak up, "So, how was the AW11?"
 
Your brow furrows into a confused look, "What AW11?"
 
Dai rolls his eyes, and sighs. "The car you just drove, the chassis code for that is AW11. It's how racers refer to their cars."
 
You nod, understanding, "Oh, it was pretty fun. He said it needs a tune-up, tires, and a battery, but otherwise it was a dream. And it was fast. Like, really fast."
 
He nods, "Makes sense. Did you get hit by any snap-oversteer?" The look of nothing but confusion on your face says the words for him. "Huh, you were lucky. Normally, in MR cars like those, if you're not careful when turning, the car can just kick it's back out, and send you around. And the worst part, is that it's really hard to recover from it, unless you know what you're doing or you're just plain lucky."
 
Jiro joins the conversation, "So why do you like that Eunos? It's something my sister would drive, and it's not like you can't pick up a 180 or something else for that price."
 
"I dunno, it just appeals to me for some reason. I guess I kinda like how comfy that thing would be."
 
"Comf-...What's comfy about that thing? It's like the back seats of my EF1!"
 
"No, not comfy like that. Just like, relaxing, you know? Out for a night drive with the top down, nothing but you and the road, all that stuff."
 
A deeper voice interrupts you and Jiro, "So, you ready to take out the Roadster?"
 
You nod, and he tosses you the keys, not unlike last time. Both you and the salesman get into the car, and you start it, this time, without any problems.
 
However, once the engine starts idling at a steady, constant RPM, a ticking is heard coming from the engine. You humm and hurr, then face the salesman.
 
"Hey, I know what it sounds like, but it's just the HLAs, all Roadsters do it."
 
You decide to keep the offensive pressed on him, "Anything else?"
 
"Well, there's an oil leak somewhere, but it's nothing serious, just a drip factor. It could also do with a tune-up and tires, and the rear window's all fogged up, but you can just take it down."
 
A quick glance at the rear window, or lack of, proves his point. That thing's nearly impossible to see through, let alone be usable as a window.
 
You nod, and start off towards the street. The car rolls to a stop at the end of the driveway, as you creep up looking for traffic.
 
"Hey, give it some gas while you turn, you'll want to see what this thing can do."
 
You nod, and begin going across the street into your respective lane. You press hard on the gas, but to the surprise of both you and the salesman, the Roadster's rear wheels spin, resulting in the rear end coming out. Panicked, you quickly let go of the wheel, and by some luck of god, the power-steering corrects the slide for you. For some reason, you enjoyed the 'drift,' if you could call it that. The car shifts into third with a satisfying 'click,' and you continue down the road.
 
The salesman breaks the awkward silence, "On second thought, let's try to avoid that."
 
You decide to change the subject, "So, what's really the difference between the MR2 and this car?"
 
He responds quickly, he too glad that the subject was changed, "Well, this is an FR, and it's more usable than the MR2 in my opinion. But, in FRs, the rear end can break out if you're not careful, or just unlucky, like what just happened. And both of them make roughly the same power, except the MR2 has a supercharger, and this is NA."
 
You nod, and decide to ask him about the other car you were interested in. "So, what's that Crown like?"
 
The salesman looks confused for a moment. "You're actually interested in the Crown? Well, it makes more power than the AW11 and the Roadster, but it weighs a lot more too. It also has the three liter 6M engine, and to be honest, the taxes on that thing are going to be pretty high. Those Crowns are popular for a reason, but it beats me."
 
"Huh. So what would you recommend?"
 
"Either the Roadster or the MR2, but that's your decision, not mine. So how do you like this one?"
 
"It feels calmer, like on a whole, but it can be aggressive if you want to, I guess. It's kinda like the MR2. But then there's the easier clutch and stuff. I guess the Roadster's more of a people's car."
 
The Salesman nods, as you recognize the car lot coming back into view. You turn in, and attempt to park the car where it was. However, when you try to set the parking brake, it goes up with no tension, no clicks. You turn to the salesman. "Oh, this thing's parking brake doesn't work. You have to park it in gear if you don't want it rolling everywhere." "Do you know what I'd need to fix to make it work again?" "I've got no clue, could be anywhere from the cable to the brake itself. I'm guessing you want to give the Crown or Civic a drive now? Or do you want a closer look at the MR2?"
 
>http://strawpoll.me/4607608
 
The man nods, "Alright then, I'll go grab the keys if you want to start up the motor or anything."
 
Making sure to leave the car in first gear, you exit and start heading over to Dai and Jiro, who are idly chatting to each other about something.
 
Jiro notices you first, "So, how did you like that Roadster? After all, you did take it for a....... 'spin'."
 
Both Dai and Jiro begin laughing under their breath at their little joke. You need to get your honor back.
 
"Hey, it wasn't my fault! He told me to gun it, and it's got bad tires on it!"
 
"Anyway, what're you doing now? Taking out the Civic?"
 
You shake your head, and glance to the MR2. "Nah, I wanted to get a better look at the MR2. It's the only car so far that hasn't tried to kill me, and it's actually pretty fun."
 
Dai nods, but then speaks with an air of concern. "Well, remember what I said. MRs like those can be tricky."
 
The salesman walks up to you and your friends. "So, you wanted to look at that MR2, right?"
 
You nod, "Mhm." He hands the keys over to you, and starts walking back to his office. The salesman speaks over his shoulder, "Don't steal it or anything! I've got cameras!"
 
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"Alright, everything looks good. The coolant looks good, oil's good, needs a tune-up though, but I'm not seeing anything immediate." Dai fishes his head out from the hood. "Hey John, you see any rust under the wheel well or bumpers?"
 
You scooch yourself along your back under the car, to a point where it's getting very, very claustrophobic.
 
"Rust is that orange flaky stuff, right?"
 
"Yeah, that's right. Why, you see any?"
 
You squint at the mess just about an inch infront of you.
 
"Yeah, but I don't think it's on the frame. Hey, Jiro, you find anything off on the inside?"
 
"Nothing, it's actually pretty decent."
 
You slide yourself out from under the car, and brush off the black that's accumulated on your shirt in the process.
 
You walk over to Dai, who is still examining the 4AGZE. You tap him on the shoulder, and he rises out from under the hood.
 
"So, everything in the engine look right?"
 
Dai claps his hands together, removing some of the grime off of his hands. "Yup. Looks like the sales guy didn't forget to mention anything broken."
 
You chew on the inside of your cheek for a moment, then pop the question. "So, should I buy this one?"
 
Dai shrugs, and leans against the B-Pillar of the MR2. "I'm really not sure. A MR might be a bit too much for a newbie like you, but it's really your choice. Think about your options here, you've got this MR2, then there's that Roadster that probably has a laundry list of problems, that grandpa car that'll kill your taxes, and then there's that Civic which is probably off worse than the Roadster. If I were you, I'd take this one."
 
You nod, and face Jiro. "Jiro, what do you think?"
 
He rises out of the 80's techno clusterfuck of an interior, and sits on the driver's seat, legs facing out. "I don't really know. You haven't tried out the Civic, but it looks worse for wear. There's a bit of rust on this one, but it's only a body panel. Still, I'm kinda with Dai on this one, a MR, especially a supercharged MR, might be a bit too much for you. Then again, there aren't really any other choices. We could try going to a junkyard or something."
 
You glance towards the salesmen's office, and debate in your head weather to buy this car now, or check the junkyard for anything else.
 
>Go to office.
or
>Head over to the junkyard.
 
"Guys, I think I'm going to bite the bullet here."
 
Your friends nod respectively, and Dai speaks up. "Don't say I didn't warn you. If you want, I'll show you how to recover when the back end kicks out."
 
You nod, turn around on your heels, and begin the fateful walk towards the Salesman's office.
 
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"So, how does this price look to you?" The Salesman turns around his massive computer monitor, and through the grainy screen you can just make out a price of 350k Yen. It's higher then what you wanted, but it's still a great price.
 
You decide to go with it, and nod. "Looks fair. I'll take it."
 
The salesman chuckles, and you both rise out of your seats, and the man bows to you. You bow in return, and reach into your pocket for your checkbook.
 
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You walk out of the office, keys twirling in hand, eye dead set on that Blue Mica MR2. That Blue Mica MR2 was yours now. You own it. It belongs to nobody but you. And you wouldn't have it any other way. Dai and Jiro notice you coming out of the office, and when they spot the keys in hand, they cheer, and rush over to you. "Holy shit! You actually bought it!" "How's it feel to not have to walk!?"
 
You roll your eyes, and allow them to calm down. As you expected, with a final breath, Dai and Jiro work the excitement out of their systems, and return to normal. Dai breaks the silence. "So, I'm guessing you want to hit up the parts store for the tune-up stuff? Or....thinking about it, we could go to the junkyard and get a new fender that doesn't have any rust on it. Who knows, maybe we'll find some cheap upgrades there. Your choice."
 
>Junkyard for cheap go-fast bits.
or
>Parts store for tune up bits. This will cost more.
 
"We should go to the parts store. I'd hate knowing that I seized a engine because I spent my money on some cheap junkyard bits instead of stuff it actually needs."
 
Dai raises his finger to retort, then processes your point. "That...actually makes sense. You know where UP GARAGE is, right?" Your furrowed brow does the talking for you. "Oh, right, newbie. Just follow me." You nod, and get into the, no, your AW11. Twisting the key with the clutch planted, the 4AG does it's usual three cranks before finally starting, then once running, idles rather high. You frown, but decide to ignore it for now and simply follow the taillights of Jiro's EF1. The line of a navy blue 180sx, a Milano Red EF1, and a Blue Mica MR2 approaches the street, and heads off. Surprisingly, Dai and Jiro decide to take off. Maybe they're testing you? Either way, you're not one to refuse the challenge. You throw the car down a gear, and plant the throttle to the floor. The 4AG responds with glee, as it begins shouting and hollering up the rev range. You almost lose yourself, but a quick glance at the tachometer reminds you to shift. However, you let off of the gas instead. It looks like Dai and Jiro really were just testing you for that moment.
 
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You and your friends come to a stop in front of the garage, and subsequently kill your engines. You briefly examines your MR2 for a moment, then follow Dai and Jiro into the store. "So, what do we really need for a tune up?" Jiro bites his bottom lip, and clicks his tounge. "Well, we need the normal stuff like air filter, fuel filter, the belts, and then there's the more complicated stuff like spark plugs, the wires for the plugs, and that stuff. But, that's pretty much it. I'll grab the spark plug stuff. Dai, you'll get the belts, and John, you grab the filters. If you can't find the right stuff, just grab either one of us or the chick up front." You nod, and begin following the signs located above the aisles to the filters.
 
Eventually, you find the shelf filled with Toyota air filters. "7M, 4AU, what the hell are these? I've got a 4AGZE, I think." Your eyes continue skimming and hopping the labels, until out of the corner of your eye, you spot one labeled, '4-AGZE.'
 
Before you grab it, however, your train of though is derailed by the sudden noise of engines outside. They sound kinda like yours, except they're more pronounced, and don't really have that whine to them. You lean forward, and peer out the window to see a line of some three Toyota hatchbacks and coupes park nearby the store. You squint, and notice a sticker in the window of all the cars; 'FR-eaks of NA-ture.' You shake your head, "That's a pretty stupid name. Clever, but stupid." You fetch the filter from the shelf, and wander off in search of the fuel filter.
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Removing the fuel filter from the shelf, you begin walking back to the front of the store, where you spot Dai and Jiro waiting infront of the counter. You break the silence, "Kept you waiting, huh?" Jiro rolls his eyes, and nods his head towards the stack of parts on the counter. You set the filters down on top of it, and open your wallet while the woman processes the parts through the checkout. "Hey John, you see those 86s?" You simply give him a confused stare. Dai sighs, then explains. "The cars out there are called 86s. The Truenos have the lights like your MR2 does, and the Levins have their lights like Jiro's EF1. They also made notchback and hatchback versions. They also have the same engine you do, except that you've got the supercharger, and they don't." You nod, then reply. "What's with those stickers on their windows? Are they a team or something?" "Yeah, they race down Mount Tsukuba most of the days out of the week. They like to challenge other teams too." "Wait, Jiro, don't you and Dai have a team?" Dai nods. "Yup, we're the Tsukuba Shooters. But, uh, we haven't gotten stickers made yet."
 
Right on cue, another voice joins the conversation. "Hey, you're another team?" Dai and Jiro freeze. Jiro gulps, and decides to bite the bullet. "Yeah, we're the Tsukuba Shooters. Who uh, who are you?" You glance at the man, and take in the details. He's wearing a simple black hoodie that has a TRD logo where the breast pocket should be, along with some jeans and generic sneakers. "Oh, sorry, forgot who I was. I'm Taneda, and I'm the leader of FR-eaks of NA-ture, We're a team that solely runs naturally aspirated FRs, it's just chance that we all ended up with 86s." You nod, and Taneda goes on. "So, would you like to verse us on Saturday? We do the normal stuff, you know, inbound from the peak, cat-and-mouse style battles, that kind of thing. If you need to delay the match or anything, just let us know. So, you up for it?"
 
Dai gulps, then bites the bullet. "Sure. We'll see you on Saturday. We might have to delay it though, we just got the AW11 today, and it needs some work before it can hit the passes." Taneda nods. "Like I said, just find one of us and ask to delay the match." "Sure uh, sure thing." The man smirks, then leaves the store, heading in the direction of the three 86s. All three of you, Dai, and Jiro share a collective sigh of relief, but are interrupted by the woman behind the counter, who checks the last part through. "That'll be ten-thousand, sir." You hand her a wad of bills, and take the bag from her.
 
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"We are so fucked," Jiro groans as he takes another sip of his ramen. You briefly stop leaning against the B-Pillar of the MR2 to stretch your back, then return back to the pillar. "It can't be too bad, right? I mean, the only car here with less power than one of their 86s is the Civic." Dai leans back in the driver's seat of his 180, his legs facing out of the car. "No, you don't understand, it's not all about power on the touge. Atleast, not on the technical parts." "Then what's important in those races?"
 
"Handling and course knowledge, really. Although you've got the most nimble car out of all of us, we'd still beat you if we raced, because you've only seen the pass a few times, let alone drive it yourself." You groan, and slide yourself down to the point where you're sitting against the MR2. "Well, should we go check out the junkyard now? We've got a few hours to kill, and maybe we could find something to make the Civic faster, I don't know. All I know is that we should be trying to do something with the time we have before the race, not sit around and moan about it." Jiro swallows another gulp of the ramen. "John's got a point you know." Dai simply responds. "Yeah, let's go. We've got nothing better to do."
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You get out of your car, and frown. You bought it today, but the winding dirt path that leads to the junkyard has it looking like you unearthed it from an Egyptian temple. You make amends to wash it later, then follow Dai and Jiro into the junkyard. The three of you go around the first row and see:
 
>Alright /o/, you get to pick the cars in the junkyard! Feel free, shoot!
 
"Huh." You glance around the junkyard, taking in all the wrecks to see. There's rows upon rows upon rows of sports cars, some that still look driveable, even. So many infact, that you even start to believe that the lines are endless. However, the variety isn't great. You see lots of kei cars, and lots of cars that look like Dai's 180, except they look different in a way. Either more boxy, or have different types of headlights, or maybe they're even rounder, who knows?
 
A loud slap of flesh against metal takes your attention, and you spot Dai mourning a 180sx. He traces his hand from the trunk, up along the hatch, and finally, to the roof, where he briefly whispers something, taps the roof twice, and leaves. You and Jiro briefly look towards each other with similar confused faces, then walk towards Dai. Dai, oblivious to his spectators during the incident, sparks the conversation. "So, let's just find parts for John's car. I've already got my 180 how I like it, and the parts Jiro wants are too expensive." You nod, but Dai continues. "Now, the real challenge is finding a AW11 in this mess. We should split up, and if you find a good one, just shout or something." "Sounds like a plan."
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You saunter along the rows of cars, your eyes peeled for a MR2 like yours. "There's gotta be one somewhere."
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Continuing along the lines, you stumble across what looks like an old Datsun. It has an amazing shape, with the hatchback, and the hood that opens the wrong way. The Midnight Blue sheen dazzles you, while a little voice in your head tells to to come closer. You shrug. "Nahhhh."
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"Are you a MR2? Nope. Are you a MR2? Nope." You walk down the lines of aisles of cars, searching for your car's twin. A bright red hatchback takes your attention for a moment, and you notice some damage on the left side, along with a damaged rear end. An old sticker that reads, "Night Kids" is proudly displayed in one of the 3/4 windows. You nod, and continue on the search.
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"Nope. Nope. Nope. Nope." You point out with your finger, checking every car in the rows upon rows of scrap. You sigh deeply, and ask yourself, "Where are any of those damn MR2s?"
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You exhale, and continue walking. "MmmmmmRrrrrrTwoooooo, where are you?"
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The rock scatters as you angrily kick it. "Where, the fuck, are all of the fucking MR2s?"
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Out of the corner of your eye, you register the shape of a car that's extremely similar to yours. Same fenders, same lights, and more. You run over to the car, and it's a.........180sx. "God damnit!" You sit in the driver's seat of the car right next ot the 180, throw your head back, and sigh. You start to get up and out of the car, but a certain gauge cluster catches your eye. Wait a second.....those are the same gauges you have. You don't know whether to cry, or to laugh, because after nearly an hour of wandering the wastes, you had finally found what you were looking for. "I should probably tell the others." You slink out of the car, clasp your hands around your mouth, and shout. "Hey guys! I finally found one!" You rest back into the car, and briefly examine the interior. It's been stripped to a extent, with the only real weight reduction done with a AC and radio delete. "I wonder why this car's here anyway." You get out, and begin taking a stroll around. The MR2 must have been a former touge runner, made evident with a team sticker on the rear fender. 'Midship Mayhem!' You nod to yourself, that's actually a decent name, after all. But what landed it in the junkya- You know what put it in the junkyard now. The driver's door is almost completely caved in, and if your eyes don't deceive you, that's even a bit of dried blood on the outside of the door, characterized by a small row of broken glass lining the door seal. You gulp, and remind yourself to ask for the recovery lessons Dai offered you earlier. You take a closer look at the door, and note the faded and chipped paint, along with some scratches that look like they came from a guardrail. You attempt to visualize the accident in your head, but your train of thought is interrupted by the sounds of Dai and Jiro approaching.
 
"So, any decent parts on there?" You shrug, your gaze still on the smashed door. Dai walks next to you, and whistles at the sigh of the door. You ask, "Isn't it illegal to have dead people's car in yards around here?" Jiro bites his lip, and sucks on his teeth for a moment. "It probably is, and it doesn't look like this accident would kill someone either." "Huh. You're probably ri-" Dai interrupts you. "Holy shit. That can't be real." He's kneeling infront of the right front wheel, examining something past the tire itself. You lean over, and note that there's what looks like some different colored shocks, and some metal tubing going to the brakes. "What's so special?" Dai holds the metal tubing for a moment, and runs his finger down it. "Everything, just about, It's got a aftermarket suspension, braided brake lines, and some really, really good brakes. This thing's probably got more money in it than your MR2, my 180, and Jiro's Civic put together. I wonder what it's got in the engine." Jiro, however, was one step ahead of Dai, making it known as he popped the hood, and lifted it up only to show a frown. Dai gets up, and you both lean over the side of the car to examine the engine, or, the lack of an engine. The only thing that could have been an amazing 4AG-ZE left is the block, still mounted into the bay. "On the bright side, we've still got all the suspension bits." You say, trying to keep optimistic. "Yeah," Jiro responds, "But we've already spent most of our money, and you still need tires. No point in having a fancy suspension if the car isn't even gripping the road." You bite your lip, and suck your teeth.