>Be anon
>You lived just outside of town
>Closer to the Apples than the town really
>You and your dad owned a small machine shop
>Repairs and refits from the Apple's harvester made up a good portion of your business
>The rest came from the town
>Mostly the high school kids crashing into crap and asking for quick and cheep repairs
>That Flash asshole was in here every once in a while as well
>Never wanted to pay for what he got
>Or just wanted you to install a part for free
>His money was good and that's all you cared about
>Looking on the calendar you looked for material shipment manifests
>Finding the right one you noticed that the front clip for Flash's Dad's car wasn't going to be in until tomorrow
>You rubbed the back of your head and let out a thankful sigh
>Circumstance was on your side today
>And you made your way back into your section of the shop
 
>Opening the door at the back of the shop you enter a small separate building where you and your dad kept personal projects
>Various tools and parts litter the area save for two canvas covered islands in the center.
>You take a moment and run your hand over the cloth covered object on the left side of the shop
>Which one was which was always blatantly apparent
>In one fluid motion you remove the sheet revealing what lay dormant beneath it
>A 69' Chevrolet C-10
>Its black paint shone in the florescent shop lights
>The squared up front fenders looked mean, like bulging muscle waiting to be let loose.
>The flair-side bed was jimmy'd to make is stockier and better balanced.
>You hardly ever took your truck out of its home
>You hadn't actually driven it much since you parked it here
>It had been turned over to make sure it still ran right after various tune ups
>But you had never really pushed it
>It was a forever project
>You remember the sad state she was in when you found her as you walk around the car to look for any rust
>Sitting in a junkyard rotting away
>$700 and a handshake later and she was headed home with you
>The memory elicits a chuckle from you before walking over to the driver's door
>Opening it you sit down on the worn leather bench seats
>You reach up and grab the steering wheel
>Remembering The first time you and your dad had fired her up the very first time
>How much smoke belched off the freshly painted headers
>How loud it was
>Blinking them away you reach down for the hood release.
>Before long you had the carburetor torn apart on your work bench and had gone back to the engine compartment for the gaskets
 
>A tumbling of tools causes your head to shoot up into the hood with a loud clang
>Turning around and rubbing the back of your sore head you see a purple haired girl scrambling to put the spilled tools away
"Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!"
>Her face red from embarrassment
>You set your gasket on the bench before heading over to her and helping her set all your tools right
>Once that was done you looked down to her
>Once she was satisfied organizing all your sockets she turned up to look at you
"Sorry for barging in here. I rang the bell a couple times before heading into the shop and then when you weren't in there I checked back here."
>Dad must be out doing something in town
>You thanked her before turning back to your bench
>Over your shoulder you heard her pipe up again
"I've never seen this before Anon."
>She made her way over to your truck
"It doesn't look anything like Flash's car."
>You turned from you bench over to her
>"Check under his hood. Its mostly my work there too."
>Placing a rag on the fender so she wouldn't scratch the paint with her belt buckle
>She furrowed her brow while she looked over the insides.
>Clearly not much of a gear head
"It just looks like a whole lot of metal and rubber to me honestly."
>...
>You considered for a moment slamming the hood on her head
>She knows not what she speaks
>You head back to your bench gasket in hand
>"What did you need Twilight?"
>She turned to you at your bench as you started working again
"Flash wanted to know if his dad's car was done today."
>Setting your wrench down you spin around on your chair
>"Sorry no. Wont be done for another couple days."
>How the hell Flash gets her to do all his groundwork is beyond you.
>Then again you're kinda glad she came by instead of him.
>The two of you had never really seen eye to eye
 
>She thanks you and makes her way out of the shop
>You finish up your work and reassemble everything
>Folding the cover up and placing it in the bed of the truck
>The rest of the night is relatively uneventful
>Waking up the next morning you make a spur of the moment decision as you walked out to your daily driver
>It had been a long ass time since you took you truck out
>You make your way into the shop
>You pull up the garage door
>The bay filling with cold morning air
>Opening the driver door and buckling up
>You smirk as you press the clutch and turn the key at the same time
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>You let the engine rev a few times in neutral
>You press the clutch and throw it into first
>You crawl the truck out and into the street
>Before long you were well on your way into school
>Lots of people asked you about your ride that day
>Other than that your day went as they usually do
>At the end of the day you headed back out to where you parked
>Flash and a few of the football players were tossing a ball around in the parking lot
>You secretly hoped he put that ball right through his windshield
>More business for you and dad.
>As you headed out to your car you saw something you didn't normally see
>Another bright red Chevy sitting right next to yours
>With a stetson clad girl looking at your truck
>"Never seen you drive that before? Your brother's?"
>She turned back to you and laughed
"How'd ya guess?"
>You shrugged your shoulders and smiled
>"Just a guess. But the color gave it away I think."
>You two stood there and talked for a bit
>All in all a nice conversation between the two of you
>That was until the football Flash and his buddies were tossing sailed a bit too far over their heads
>Sailing right for your truck
>You moved fast
>Not even caring if you caught the thing
>Just had to make sue it didn't hit your truck
>You ended up just swatting it to the ground
>It bounced off the ground back to its previous owners
 
>"Watch where you toss that."
>After Flash picked up his football he looked back over to you
"Whatever anon."
>Putting your book bag into the toolbox in the bed
>Didn't need that thing bouncing around in there
>You hear Flash make his way over
>Leaning on your door
"Anon. Twilight said my dad's car wont be done till later his week."
>You turn your head over towards him
>"Yeah. Parts wont be in 'till at least tomorrow. Wont have em installed for at least a day after."
>He shook his head
"Light a fire under it anon. Maybe stop wasting tome on this ancient pile and get some work done."
>As he turned back he hesitated
>Leaning on your door again
“And stay the fuck away from Twilight.”
>Oh fuck him and his shitty attitude
>Glancing over your shoulder you see AJ is none to please either
>Twilight can do whatever the fuck she pleases
>"Or what? You gonna rev that little hot rod at me?"
>You smile over at him as he turns again
>Pointing over at his Camero
"That thing makes 323 horsepower at the wheels Anon. Runs a 0-60 in 4.3 seconds."
>He waves over at your truck dismissively
"My grandma's Buick could smoke that piece of crap trailer trash"
>You point at his hood
>"Congratulations you can read the brochure Sentry. I could have told you that seeing as I put most of it together with your dad's money."
>Patting the side of your truck
>"Let me know when your little hotrod grows another 200 horsepower and we'll talk."
>He stood there with his friends while you started up your truck
>The big V8 rumbling to life
>As you rolled past him you decided to add a little insult to injury
>You leaned out your window and yelled at him
>”This is what a real engine sounds like Flash!”
>Bringing the engine up to redline you dump the clutch and let the back tires spin and press the brakes slightly
>Just enough to keep the front tires from rolling
>All 454 cubic inches of pissed off horsepower roaring as white smoke began to envelop the bed
 
>You knew replacing the tire would cost you a good bit of cash
>That and Principle Celestia would have your ass in a sling tomorrow for doing burnouts in the lot
>Screw it
>No fucks are to be given this day
>Keep them tires burning for another two full seconds.
>As you shifted into second gear you slowly let out the brakes as you rolled down the street leaving flash and his two friends coughing in a cloud of tire smoke.
>As you let off the gas you started to drive out of the lot in earnest
>A big dumb grin clad on your face
>Your smile dissipated as fast as it had spread across your face as a shattering sound echoed through the cabin
>You watched through a baseball sized hole in your rear window as the offending object came to rest in your bed.
>His three friends stood behind the smirking asshole as AJ and Twilight stood by Mac's vehicle eyes wide in shock.
>You open your door fast stepping out and facing Flash and his friends hiding a good sized wrench up your sleeve as you stood up
>You watched as the four of them started walking towards you
>About half way to you you let the wrench fall into your hands slowly
>As they saw this they stopped in their tracks
>Clearly non to interested in meeting the business end of a 16 inch wrench
>You might be pretty brave but you weren't stupid.
>Not 4 vs 1 stupid anyways
>Just as you were about to sit back down into your car you heard someone pipe up
”How you boys let your cars do the talking?”
>Looking back again you none other than Applejack
>When the fuck is she thinking?
>”What?”
>She looked at you and then back to Flash
“You both have a bit of bad blood between the two of you.”
>You looked back to Twilight with a questioning look
>She just shrugged back at you.
>Clearly just as lost as you were as to what AJ was up to.
>Looking back over to Flash as he stood there with a dumbstruck expression
>”I only race for pink slips.”
>that seemed to snap Flash out of his stupor
 
“This car is sells for 45 grand. What am I gonna do with a rusted out piece of crap like that?”
>She smirked and looked at both of us
“How about this then.”
>She pointed at your window
“Anon wins. You pay for his rear window Flash, and you don't see Twilight anymore.”
>It all clicked together in your head
>Clever girl AJ
>She then pointed at flash
“If Flash wins. Anon pays for the parts on Mr. Sentry's car.”
>You smiled and nodded your head.
>Mustering all the confidence you had left
>All of it going into not stuttering or sounding like a pussy
>”Sounds fine to me.”
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>All the confidence seemed to drain from Flash's face.
“Fine. I cant wait to tell dad I got his car repaired for free.”
>Applejack nodded her head again
“Right then. There's a half mile of pavement that goes between orchards. We go there 'n we don't have to worry about the blue lights.”
>With that settled she walked over to your truck
>Brushed off the glass from the passenger seat and sat down
“Lets go.”
>As you drove off the lot and towards Sweet apple acres you looked in your rear view mirror as Flash and a few others started off
>You glance over to AJ
>“What was that about huh?”
“I'm sick and tired of watching Twilight get led around on a leash by him. Ever since they first hooked up after prom.”
>You kept you eyes on the road nodding
“Girl need's some sense knocked into her.”
>”You sure I can beat him”
>She looked forward again
“Not on a quarter mile you wouldn't. His car weights about 1000 pounds less than yours.”
>She laughed
“But you've got horsepower And that second quarter mile is where it'll come in handy.”
>You smiled and looked ahead
>”Good”
>Time passed quickly as you turned onto the Apple family property
>Paved road giving way to gravel for a short bit before transitioning to a roughly paved road again
 
>Both of you were off fast
>You had put just a little too much throttle into the start and the resulting torque lifted the front end off the ground just a little
>Bringing the car back under you during the shift from first to second you push the pedal back down to the floor
>Flash had gotten ahead during the initial break about a car length
>But now that you had all 4 wheels on the ground you were catching fast
>Pushing the clutch in again you shifted up into third as fast as your arms would let you.
>Now you were really pulling in the distance
>The beast under the hood finally getting to let go
>At this point you were only half a car behind him
>Seeing the dial go all the way to 6000 you slammed the gear into fourth
>Now you were really pulling
>A second later you were a full length ahead of him
>Another gear shift and you were in fifth gear.
>You had to look in your side mirror to see flash
>Nothing he could do now
>When you looked ahead again you saw the red line
>Crossing the line you pump the brakes
>The whole race only took about 20 second
>And yet that was the best 20 seconds of your young life
>This is what they mean when they say you get addicted to speed
>eventually coming to a stop you turn your truck around
>Heading back to the starting line with a big stupid grin on your face
>Once getting there you threw the truck int first again
>Slamming the pedal down you start the truck spinning
>Because nothing says victory like victory doughnuts
>Once the area was filled with a satisfactory amount of tire smoke you brought it to a stop and turned off the engine