Quick Summary: Could it be the last race for us and the '55? https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lW0YGC68qP4
"This is my race, not yours, but I appreciate the offer."
For the first time you think Erika is legitimately concerned.
"Then at least take the other seats out, you don't want to take any chances do you?"
Everyone is already waiting but why not, probably a good idea when your opponent's car is completely stripped. Of course Erika spends the entire time berating you in some way or another.
"This is the stupidest thing you've ever done, how could you put your car on the line in a fucking street race?" is the last thing she says before you're about to head out
"Why do you even care? It's not your car."
"Because you're my friend, I care about those, no matter how GODDAMN STUPID they are!"
E-Erika cares about you?
She did a good job of getting more attention of just about everyone that hasn't ran of to watch the race too. Even some of those probably ran back through the trees to see who was yelling.
"I-I'm gonna do my best to win...I neve-"
"Shut up, if you still have a car I'll be waiting in mine, we were supposed to go for a drive, remember? Or did you forget that?"
She walks back to her car, just as pissed as she was earlier. This just became more than just a race for cars didn't it? Who would even drive the 442 somewhere if you did win.
"Good luck dude." Cheryl says, despite parking over here you didn't even notice them hanging around.
At least you have the VW trio in your corner, they're up to babysitting parts and tools too.
"Thanks..." you reply, climbing into the driver's seat
Here goes nothing, it's too late to turn back now.
Brian backs out in front of you when you try to leave, you're not even surprised, you follow him to the start.
He comes to a stop in the middle of the road to do his burnout to get his tires warmed up, the uneasiness in your stomach is growing, or maybe that's just the hunger?
Once he's done you pull up to do the same, the sides of the road is packed with spectators, more than any race you've seen so far.
You heart is pounding more than ever as well, the race hasn't even started yet. You take a few deep breaths, it's going to be hard but this is easily a time where you should be cool, calm, and collected.
Now lined up next to Brian, the usual rev battle happens, the whine of the supercharger helping to reassure you some. One of the spectators runs out to start the race, you're both ready to go.
The starter starts to walk back with their arms held high...
A) Do the same old stuff.
B) You haven't ran those revs out all the way in a race yet, this could be the last chance you get.
C) You'd rather have 2 damaged cars than none, spin him out.
>E-Erika cares about you?
God dammit, why did we race for pinks.
B i guess...
>Chevy pulls hard, manages to get a lead in 2nd gear
>until the engine literally explodes from all the boost and revs
>An entire cylinder head is blown out through the hood and flies through the windshield of the 442, taking Brian's head off
>another victory for WAT racing
>442 spins around and heads straight for Deb
>55 coasts to the finish line while Deb's mangled corpse gets wrapped around the driveshaft of the 442, bringing it to a halt before it gets any major damage. All it needs is a windshield and a good cleaning.
You've got a good chunk of rpm you haven't used in a race since the engine was put back together, if it fucks something up taking it that high now it's not going to hurt you any.
Their arms go down, the race is on.
You get a quick jump on the 442, barely edging it out as the race starts, unfortunately the supercharger that just reassured you might have cost you the race. While you're still fighting for traction the 442 is able to put it's power to the ground, leaving you to drop further and further behind. Your front end winds up hanging around the door by time you're able to do anything.
This is going to be one of those reel them in races, if you can't do that just about everything you've worked towards these past couples of weeks is going to some rich dick who's probably going to destroy it in front of you just for the laughs.
Things aren't looking good either, you're barely pulling and with the power of these machines that finish line is going to be coming up fast.
Maybe half way there and he's going to 4th, you milk 3rd for all it's worth as it pulls close to 7,000 rpm before slamming it down to your top gear. All you've managed to do so far was crawl up his door some, if nothing happens here it's all over.
When the tach takes over from the speedo you've still got a fender to go, was that a fucking tear that just came out of your eye?
It's so close.. the end is just right there too.
The finish line spectators blur by, you just had something was even closer than your race with Ed's Nova.
Brian slows down a lot faster than you do, finger pointed to the sky.
You slowly get turned back around, starting your way to the finish line. The crowd huddled around the 442 is enough to make your heart sink.
This is just a really bad dream isn't it, this isn't happening?
Don't worry, I'll post a cliffhanger again.
I know where you live OP don't make me do this.
>Got fired from work
>Come home to this
>This is just a really bad dream isn't it, this isn't happening?
WAKE ME UP
CAN'T WAKE UP
Not only am I mad about losing our first car, I'm mad about the probable loss of olds waifu.
Fuck you OP.
May no one remember your name.
I'm down to have Cheryl/Olds(if Olds stuck around ;_;) tail him back to his place and ask Carpenter for that tool and steal the '55 back.
Fuck Brian, he doesn't deserve our hard earned work.
SHOULD HAVE CHALLENGED THIS FAG TO THE TOEGAY
You come to a stop behind Brian's car, Deb walks over with a smug look on her face..
"Out of the car, it's mine now!"
You nearly open the door before you notice the racemaster sitting on top of his truck, the titles still in his hand. If he hasn't decided then this car is still yours.
"Fuck off bitch, it's still mine until he hands that title off!"
Deb looks a little surprised at your reaction, to be honest you should do much worse after she attempted to stab you.
Him and a few others are talking, trying to decide on the winner. The crowd swarms over you just the same as they did with Brian, some telling you that you lost some assuring you that you won. As nice as it is to have their support it means nothing.
These few minutes feel like hours, this crazy bitch won't quit trying to get you out of the car and the crowd is starting to get annoying-
Oh it looks like he's decided, he's pointing to Brian, holding out the titles...
No, no no no no, this is a joke, hahaha, this just feels like a big joke.
You can't actually lose this car now, for fuck's sake you just got a radio in it.
Your 1st car, the car that gave so many 1sts in a short time, the car you spent months working a shit job to afford, the car that you put most of your time and money into since you've bought it.
Brian takes the titles, holding them up as if they're some gold trophy.
Just like that it's someone else's, someone who won't care for it like you do, someone who won't drive it like you do, someone who won't love it like you do.
You don't think you've ever felt like you let something down so hard in your life. You grab your stuff and reluctantly get out of the car, Deb quickly hops in and revs the shit out of it before following Brian off somewhere.
A-at least you have those Ray-Bans, they should help hide that rain some...
What is there even to do now, just sit around until you get a ride?
Maybe Erika won't be as mad as she acted, you're sure you're always welcome with Cheryl's group. too. Some of the people in the crowd are even offering a ride.
C) Take them up on that offer.
D) Payphone, you can afford a taxi
I'm sorry /o/ ;_;
>we go literally tumbling down
A blown engine means we'd have to build another one when we get it back.
Most of that time was literally me thinking if I actually wanted to do this. I didn't want to, but, the heartbreak was too good to resist.
41 Willy's Gasser
Hemi + 871 blower + avgas.
Good bye and farewell 55.
D, taxi home.
Tho really should be to follow them, find where they live. Got get the Packard, make a bull bar and fuck up the 55 n Olds.
>saw us losing the 55, just like the kicking of nuts in the bathroom.
Nope, now we get our revenge with the car that practically screams fuck you at the top of its lungs.
Hence the Packard n the wrecking, but that would get us no where
So, 448$. Time to join Renee.
What will a ole Frog Eye Sprite cost.
A, D if she decides to be a cunt but I doubt she will. Go get Packard, drive home, get shotgun, kill these two wastes of fucking oxygen, get the 55 back and drive far far away. God damn man, first David Bowie and now this, worst fucking day I've had since I lost my Lemans, which was to me what the 55 was to Jamie and fuck you for getting me in the feels like that.
Also fuck your faggot weeb music, here's some period correct sad music.
This is perfect. Let Jamie go on a self destructive moon shining path with nothing to lose and everything to gain. Olds will eventually snap us out of it, and with our new found power and olds waifu at out side. We will fuck Brian up and cruise into the sunset with true grit.
Fuck, want to see this/write this myself
Well more the creation of a street machine.
Let's fuck this faggot and his bitch up.
>Now if we lose Erika, you and your gay little story can get fucked. :^)
Guess you better make the right choices then :^)
Wouldn't think one would be too much by now.
Henry, don't be unkind.
It all must come tumbling down, I'm still an /a/non.
Have some period music with tumbling down.
Brian and Deb are probably gone for the night.
I leave for a couple days and come back to find that you guys have lost our 55 to an asshole who is probably going to part it out. Our only hope is that he scraps it to Carpenter, since he probably doesn't know we work for him.
Good job you fucking idiots.
Oh I should have known it was an /a/fag with your shitty forced tragedy and tsundere garbage. Fuck off with your car NTR to your containment board and take your cuck story with you.
Calm down fags, it's like you've never read a story before. Some of you guys are being really autistic about this.
Anyway who knows what Erika will do, she's basically impossible to predict. For all we know she could be charging Brian with her .38 right now.
Nows our chance to build a car that can actually handle and move quick in a straight line. It's time to Mopar.
Those who voted pink slip deserve that.
frog eye sprite when?
Down side of normally sleeping when op is posting.
>For all we know she could be charging Brian with her .38 right now.
We can only hope, senpai.
>It's time to Mopar.
b-but, muh chevy
On a side note, this thread is moving incredibly fast. Good work OP for successfully creating drama on a Mongolian frog picture sharing website!
No because it was a no lose scenario, if she won, free car, if she lost, well basically she would feel indebted to us, making the Erika waifu route go right into super easy mode.
>b-but, muh chevy
We need to hemi up senpai, plus mopars have pretty good handling compaired to the other big three guys.
>On a side note, this thread is moving incredibly fast. Good work OP for successfully creating drama on a Mongolian frog picture sharing website!
I know right? OP needs to publish this shit after it finishes.
>mopars have pretty good handling compaired to the other big three guys.
Maybe fullsize vs fullsize
Problem (if you want to call it that) is that Mopar liked putting big ass engines where they didn't belong. making a lot of front heavy bullet cars.
>I NEED TO KNOW IF ERIKA STILL LOVES US
When has she ever loved us?
She's called us a friend a couple of times.
Post within an hour.
To be fair half of that is probably "you" and "and"
Fun fact, this thread sticks quite neatly to the seven stages of grief.
After turning down offers from the crowd you make your ways through the trees to the lot of the drive-in.
"You gonna be alright?" Cheryl asks, running up to your side
"Yeah...I think so."
"You sure? If you wanna talk or need a ride I'm down."
"I think I need to let my friend know what happened before I do anything, I might have to take you up on that ride later."
"Oh ok dude, just keep your head up, we'll be hanging around for a couple of hours."
You walk up to the driver's side of the Hurst Olds. The face she gives you tells you everything you need to know about how this is going to go.
"I can't fucking believe you..." she says, sounding somewhere between disbelief and angry
Uhh, you don't even know what to say here.
"Do you think for a fucking second that 'sorry' is going to cover this? I've been looking forward to this since you agreed to it and you had to ruin it like the thoughtless idiot you are! You should've just let me drive."
As if you didn't already feel bad.
"I think I know my car better than someone who's ne-"
Oh man it's not even yours anymore, you didn't even think.
"It's going in a straight line, tell me when to shift and how to launch, so difficult!"
Well, it's a little more work than that...
"Can you even drive stick?" you ask, almost instantly regretting it
"Fucking really? Just because I drive a dual-gate you don't think I can drive stick? My dad taught me that the instant my feet could work the pedals!" she replies in a cocky tone
"That's not the problem here, I'm a lot lighter than you are, you were going up against a stripped car. In racing you take any advantage you can get, you fucked up on something basic."
Not letting someone who's not used to a car race it sounds pretty damn basic to you. Assuming she could drive the '55 as well as you she probably would've won, but you don't see that happening.
"Honestly...why the fuck are you even over here, I told you I wasn't going to give you a ride. I think you being a carless loser serves you right for lying to me."
It took her a lot longer to get to that question than you were expecting.
And did you really lie? You showed up, you just didn't get to do the drive, does this mean she still wants to shoot you in the balls?
A) You assumed a friend would want to know that you just lost your car.
B) You just felt like being put down after what happened.
C) You wanted to around her, you like her after all.
D) You were hoping she wouldn't be a bitch.
F) Fuck this, Cheryl and the VW guys are starting to sound appealing.
But if I spent all my free time typing I would be able to get too much done!
This has been my favorite thread due to these reactions.
I never expected to lose my shit like this.
I think just about everything was soft in those days.
Pic related is a car with amazing handling.
Oh shit yeah, forgot about that. Let's do this.
Is the Packard faster or equal to the '55?
Pic is a car I saw this summer, had a turbo'd ls1
>get to watching vintage road tests
>that goddamn drifting action towards the end
She doesn't know about it at all, hence why she called us a carless loser.
The Packard doesn't come close to the '55, it's heavier and has less power.
Buddy was getting some mean angle right around 4:30.
Looks like a fucking beached whale going around some of those turns but I guess that was pretty good for the day no?
Why do you want some perfect story where nothing bad happens?
If people stop reading then I stop typing, I'm not doing this for me since I can just run the story in my head and save myself a lot of time.
Not a problem for us, but maybe if you're wanting a handler.
Ford Thames Van
Thames Van even with a chassis an cage probably won't weigh anything. Then jam that Hemi in. Zoomie's straight out the side of the hood, cheater slicks sticking 9 inches past the guards.
Need to go dyno-drag test that set up.
Yea, but I cared about it. ;_;
now what do I have to look forward to as my life spirals down the drain and I go quietly into that long goodnight.
We can make the packard into a drag car if we wanna keep embarrassing ourselves but maybe we should get something that can turn? I'm sure with carpenters help we could make our own AC Cobra type monstrosity.
I'll probably be calling it a night soon.
Renee drives an 1,100 lb car, she's going to make fun of most things from a handling standpoint.
Those cheater slicks really hurt our handling ability, other than that the '55 wasn't that bad with what we had put into it.
Guess we could always take our money and go Euro.
Well, we have more than enough money to buy a chassis, and we have a Hemi we can pull.
Something could probably happen.
>Why do you want some perfect story where nothing bad happens?
No, but I put up with this cringe tier shit for the mechanicals. Now we dont have anything interesting. Oh wow another flawless moonshine/parts run, how exciting.
>If people stop reading then I stop typing, I'm not doing this for me since I can just run the story in my head and save myself a lot of time.
Good, then you can enjoy your autism and fast food job in peace.
A/F, "Where I'm from, friends don't desert each other when they're down. Fuck this, I'm getting my other car." Then F)uck Cheryl which I will personally fapfic. Or at least get a ride to Carpenter's. Get the fuckin car and get on with Jamie's life.
Then later put the Packard's everything in a $400 55-57 Sedan Delivery or old engineless Belvedere/Coronet/Barracuda
You just whine like a bitch the instant something bad happens.
How can you even complain about boring jobs going well then thinking that winning races all the time isn't boring?
Well, if if my shit is some what right. Which I debate.
According to Drag and Dyno 03.
If it was around 2000lbs it might cut a 10.8 on 1/4.. If I drop that weight down to 1300lbs a 10.1 on the 1/4. But I feel we would want the weight to try get traction. That an making a frame to suit the hemi/light weight body.
Engine I used was a 426ci with 418 hp.
lmao at your life right now
Do you fags stop reading books or watching movies/shows when something bad happens?
I got some bad news about how your life will be...
Not going to work, everyone knows we lost.
We need to start from scratch.
A cheater car, talk to Rick he knows about fiberglass bodywork, the Packard is our work car for hot runs and the ford is our actual work vehicle so we need a actual new car to build from the ground up.
Guessing not Anon, but I honestly hope so.
>Railroading us into handing the car over instead of running
>Not taking it to carpenters and parting it out
That would have at least been exciting.
Then we pull the big block out of the Packard, and drop it into one of those fiberglass T-buckets that ford dude has lying around. Blow all the cash, build one, go on more runs, go do some jobs for the bikers, fuck it. Get money, fuck Brian.
I'm voting we go full Rat-Fink level retard until we get the car back.
Well, there might be another post after all since I just got a call that's going to have me up for a while.
Will be a few hours since i have to take care of that though.
I'm pretty sure I've said there's about a week left in the story and that shit was going to start going down at some point.
It's all good man.
How would we run?
Plow through a crowd of people?
I think its time to write Al back into the story. We gotta go talk to some angry, gun-wielding bikers about a repo.
If the bikers (hell, everyone here is going down, damn story is ending.) are going down, lets give them/us a chance to go out with a bang.
Do we still have that shotgun, and does it have ammo?
Good idea but 340 six pack, trans, posi rear, disc brakes and suspension will cost more than $400 we need something that already performs. Packard fits the bill, it's our fucking car.
>plow through a crowd of people?
If need be.
We could have turned around and left post race.
We could have rev'd up our shit and made them move.
Telling me a crowd of teens is going to stand in the way of a supercharged '55 moving without intention to stop?
Well normally, my book or movie doesn't go to sleep, only to return sometime tomorrow, leaving me wallowing in depression and disbelief.
I still vote for drop our hemi in something light and small and save the packard for something else down the road once we're rolling in road race money.
$400 60's dollars should be enough to make that thing nuts.
The sidewalk is wide enough
God fucking dammit Op. I formed a bind with that car. Me and Jamie built our cars at the same time. He had the 55 and I have the nova. Fuck dude.
I say we go full retard and go balls out and do a C1 gasser with a turbo big block
The problem is the Valiant has shit brakes, weak 6cyl trans and a shit rear end. Take the word of a former Dart owner pls they're ok for daily driving but if all you do is put in a V8 you will die.
Hemi Packard irl. Who knew?
We discussed getting ANOTHER car, not a NEW car OP. I liked the 55 and didn't want to get rid of it. You better have something special up your sleeve to compensate for this.
Hell, it's not even that we lost the fucking 55 that I'm entirely upset, it's all the shit we missed. Did we not see that the 442 had a stripped interior and cheater slicks, or hear the cam? I thought we remembered that we off the line we were lacking in traction? Even more, why the fuck did we have to lose the 55 to such an asshole?
Also, I want the 55 back, and if thats not possible, I pushing for another chevy, because fuck Mopar, we got a Packard with a Hemi in it anyway.
I vote for a big block Chevelle or Corvette, maybe Carpenter can hook us up with a lightly wrecked car and we can work from there.
I never in a million years would have expected you guys to get this attached to the '55.
The nice cold outside woke me up a little so I'll probably get another post in.
Ayy, even the same year. Same rear end ratio too.
Even the guy being into Chevies works out.
Mandatory I'm sleepy so I apologize for mistakes.
>inb4 losing the '55 was a mistake op
"Just thought you'd want to know, being my friend and all."
"I knew when that fuck and his bitch came flying by, you didn't have to say anything."
"Yeah, well, I wanted to tell you myself."
You've almost missed these awkward silences.
It's a longshot, but assuming Carpenter is still messing with his car you might be able to get the Packard, Erika should be up to it if it means she gets her drive. right?
"I actually have another car...I know you said you wouldn't give me a ride, but we can go on that drive if I can get it."
She sits in thought for a few seconds before replying.
"Is that a yes?"
"Yeah, sure, why not? You already ruined the night, least I can do is give you the chance to save it."
She still doesn't sound very happy but she agreed to do it, so far so good.
You walk around and get in, taking off the Ray-Bans once you buckle up.
"It's at Carpenter's." you tell her
After the car hasn't been started after a few seconds you look over, she's doing the same..
"H-have you been crying?" she asks
"What do you think?" it's pretty obvious after all
She looks down, not saying a word as she fires her car up.
This ride hurts so fucking much, every inch of road just feels like asphalt you should be driving down in the '55. You wish you could just stop thinking about it, but how could you? Erika hasn't said a single word since she asked if you were crying by time you're out in the country. You need some noise, anything to help take your mind off of this.
"Can I use the radio?" you as
Did she not hear you?
"Erika? Erika? Hey, Erika!"
"What?!" she replies, snapping out of her trance
"Do you mind if I use the radio?"
"Oh. go ahead..."
Thank goodness, this should help.
So I guess if you're an Erikafag you can have this.
Luckily the gates are open at the scrapyard, a dog is out on a chain and the Chrysler is here but no sign of Carpenter or the roadster. The big guy isn't out here either, a joyride maybe?
"In the hangar." you tell her
Still keeping quiet she takes you over to the inside of the hangar, you both step out. She's going to insult this car too?
Orrr, she's just going to keep silent as you walk over to the Packard.
"Hey!" she calls out
You turn around, she looks extremely uncomfortable going by the blush and expression but she has her arms held wide open.
"T-this is only fucking time I'm offering!"
So that's what all the silence was for, trying to get ready for this?
A) Keep it friendly.
B) Hold her tight.
C) Tell her that you love her.
D) Cop a feel.
E) Go for a kiss.
F) She can fuck off, this isn't going to cover how she treats you.
bouhouhouh... I admit that the story almost got the best of me. CYOAnon, good work, you had all of us.
Now we have to go forward.
i'll go for A) & C). Drop a hint about the packard because we are not carless. But I'll doubt that we can still have her after that. oldswaifu is best waifu!
(btw can you explain to me the relations between Cheryl, Erika and Renee, i didn't get who is friend with who)(or put it in the pastebin)(in fact update the pastbin with the last info, please)
PS: OP We love to hate you, but we need you. Keep up the good work!
Its not even sexual, I just want Jamie to feel comforted.
Losing your first car to bullshit is a feeling I know too well.
>we lost the FIRST CAR
the worst feel
Hey, what about the bumpers and shit we left at the drive-in?
>tfw whenever you see a tri-five the rest of your life, you'll be reminded of this story
>we lost the '55
Are you fucking kidding me? I read 12 threads to catch up after real life bullshit and THIS IS WHAT I GET?
I actually think the 55 was the main character, even above Jamie.
>You done hurt us opie
We need another GM to fill the bow tie shaped hole in our hearts anon, but I guess I can endorse a 49-51 Ferd
Ah what the hell, it's not like you get many invitation for a hug, especially not from this girl. Wanting this hug goes beyond having a crush on her anyway.
You can tell she's tensing up before you even make it to her, why offer if you didn't want it? When you make it to her you throw your arms around her and hold her tight.
"T-that's a little tight..."
Despite what she says she doesn't argue, in fact she wraps her arms around you as hard as she can you imagine.
"I don't know how, but y-you'll get it back Georgie, I know you will." she says, sounding like she's fighting back tears
Come on Erika, don't do that right now, you don't know if you can fight back yours as well as she can at the moment.
"You can cry if you want, I won't make fun of you..." she adds on "You're taking this better than I would."
You don't know why you're laughing, maybe you still want to hide the tears even after she said that, maybe it's the thought of what she would do in this situation.
Either way this hug goes on longer than you imagined, both of you squeezing each other while fighting off the occasional sob. Heh, who would've thought such a skinny, flat chested girl would make for a great hug?
"Thanks for this, I really needed it." you tell her before loosening your grip
She gives you a big smile, taking her arms off of you and wiping her face
"Don't m-mention it..."
You both take a few seconds to get back to normal, after losing the '55 you wasn't expecting for something else to happen that hardly felt like real life so soon.
"Can this old thing even keep me in view? I've done more than wheels, tires, and exhaust y'know?"
Now that she mentions it her car did sound different, you didn't even notice those new wheels either, they're color matched gold 5 spokes with a chrome lip. They have a chrome center cap with the "Hurst" logo in the middle, didn't even know they made wheels.
"I don't know, but it's the only option I have unless you want me to drive a 6 cylinder Valiant."
"Wouldn't matter, you can't keep up either way!" she replies, her usual smug grin showing up "Remember you're trying to save the night here, don't go stopping for the cops like a fucking idiot!"
Given that this car is on stolen plates you don't have much of a choice.
A) Grab those Ray-Bans, it's time to tear shit up!
B) Grab those Ray-Bans, couldn't you just cruise?
C) Do you need sunglasses at night? Probably not, especially not when you're flying through town.
D) Do you need sunglasses at night? Probably not, people won't be paying attention to some guy cruising in an old Packard.
The VW Trio are supposed to watching them.
I'd love that car, it's my favourite hot wheels of my kid collection...
But it's 1969 so I suppose that it would be impossible in this story to get one. And it would be outvoted by MURICAH MUSCLE...
A) very much A)
A)ll the way in.
Thanks Anon, I already feel better.
(btw, could you still update the pastebin, and can someone please explain to me the relation between Renee, Erika and Cheryl, I didn't get who's friend with who? Thx!)
You're not a good writer. Forced loss because lol need drama is not compelling, especially when it conflicts with the worldbuilding already done. We go from having a car capable of taking out maybe even #1 on the list to losing to #9 because we suddenly forgot how traction works and he got some new heads? Nah. Not surprised you think this is good storytelling though, considering you like anime. Please stop posting.
Literally 1 bad thing happens, everyone starts acting like it's the end of the world with no hope left.
You guys chose pink slips despite knowing that you were going up against a completely stripped out car on cheater slicks being driven by a guy who said he was going to number 1 on the list when he came back.
Live with your damn mistake you spineless faggots. You fucked up, everyone who voted for pinks was asking for this.
The '55 isn't even our moonshine car, we don't even use it for work anymore.
As far as we know none of those 3 really know each other.
Cheryl was just sitting near Erika because there was open seats.
Only relationship we know of is Erika and Sharon, who we introduced to each other.
Erika doesn't like Sharon.
>As far as we know none of those 3 really know each other.
>Cheryl was just sitting near Erika because there was open seats.
>Only relationship we know of is Erika and Sharon, who we introduced to each other.
>Erika doesn't like Sharon.
thanks Cyoanon, when some anon said "i knew it" when they sat next to each other (and with Renee secret friend) I thought I missed something.
Erika was reading a car magazine about McLaren, I jumped the gun and said it's her best friend.
That's still a possibility seeing as how we don't know Renee's girl's name.
Just becauae her girl drives a Datsun, doesn't mean Erika can't DD one.
>People still calling you out on your bullshit
>Imply any of the people bitching choose pinks
>Ignoring our criticism of not giving us a choice to run
Your the bitch here Opie. So keep posting or more anons will loose interest in this sad attempt to mitigate this fuckup.
You didn't WRITE us losing to his car you dunce, you wrote us losing because we drove like shit. It would be one thing if we drove perfectly and lost because his ride was too fast and light, but that's not what happened. He barely beat us after we forgot how to drive.
Yeap, you're gonna run with a car sitting in front of you, a crowd surrounding you, a random guy holding your title, and a crazy switchblade wielding bitch standing right next to you trying to get you out of the car.
Sorry I'm not giving you some wonderful fantasy story where everything goes right.
>OP this is some exciting shit
I know, I should've done something like this earlier.
And not to run post race, which was the above comments me and two other anons made.
Further more, make me nigga. Im simply advocating for OP to actually post, and not try to defend his fuckup(s) / pin them on us.
>You didn't WRITE us losing to his car you dunce
Shit, didn't know he could outrun a blown 350 on foot, impressive.
1) We launched the same as we always do, 500hp on the street in 1969 is never going to hook. This is literally the fastest guy we've ever raced.
2) It was literally our fastest run ever too
3) His car had less power and weight, he was able to get off the line.
4) Keep crying because you made a bad decision in a story
You're mad to the point of going ad hominem, over a story on 4chan, that's all kinds of hilarious lel.
I'm ok with this.
But I'd prefer this.
Still not writing story.
We are not hear to read "Adventures of a socially awkward fast food worker", we are here to see if this shit is worth following or not.
Jesus OP, I want to root for you but you are being a bitch. If the next part somehow works out I will (and possibly other anons too) will shutup about it.
Also, please offer us the oppurtunity of buying a Fiat Topolino to put the Hemi in. Please. They were popular in the early drag racing scene, damn light, and it'd be fun to see some Fiat/Chrysler love.
Exactly, the kid is an absolute loser outside of his cars. I'm not interested in him hanging out with the dregs of society pretending to be fast when he can't even drive.
I don't really care what you're here to see. I could stop the story right here and be content.
Personally I'd rather see people sperg out like this than anything, losing the '55 has been the best thing to ever happen in the story as far as I'm concerned.
>Can clearly see two others posting outside me
>Inb4 the OP defense force is really just himself venting his pent up rage
Personally I think that would be more jokes then anything else.
Heavy car + loads of power = spinning the tires. We already lost a car because of this phenomenon.
Besides, we can't afford one.
It IS the best thing to happen so far. You can't enjoy a story if every race is won, every car beaten, and nothing is lost along the way. Just look at the amount of responses right now - you got everyone hooked on the '55, and now it's been taken because of our own stupidity. Everyone ITT should be thinking about how to get it back, not whining about it.
Now hurry up with the story. Get us to Carpenter ASAP - I've got an idea for him.
We borrow his roadster(or whatever he's building), and slam the Hemi in. We borrow it to win the '55 back, he uses it to dominate that friend of his, and then we go dragracing together, beating EVERYONE.
They say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.
They've never met a pissed off engineer/hotrodder. Espefially one without a budget.
I like the story, and fact that OP is not afraid to screw us for bad choices is great.
I'm upset over loosing '55 but that is thanks to our poor choices as a whole. We vote, so we have to accept that majority can be idiots.
Don't leave OP, this CYOA is great
>Everyone ITT should be thinking about how to get it back, not whining about it.
We listed several ideas.
>Shoot them all
>Erika race him
>Steal it back with bikers
Also remember we still need to pickup our tools.