how i became a racer
well, it's a long story, and i'll tell it here.
my friend razell and i were having a fight about something (i don't even remember what the hell it was...). we wanted some way to solve our problem. so razell said, "let's street race!" and i looked at him like 'are you insane?' basically i said yes, and he taught me how to street race. he got me my first car which was a red nissan 350z. that car got totaled in about 3 weeks. went down a steep hill. car flipped about 4 times. i walked away with a broken wrist and a bloody nose. next car i got was another 350z, this one was black (the one i currently race with). that one i won a few races with. i kept winning races with that car. (--SKIPPING A MONTH RIGHT HERE--) razell asked me to join the crew he was with. i joined, and got our rival crew scared. i was more then just a racer to them... i was the lead's ex-g/f. he was kind of laughing about me being a street racer. first of all because i didn't even have a driver's license or even a permit... and cause i was 15 and 5 feet tall. i was the shortest... but the toughest. i showed him wrong. i took on 2 guy in his crew in one race (dodge viper and a lamborghini gallardo... pinkslips, must i add...) and squashed them dead. i got one of the guys cars (the gold lamborghini gallardo). and there you go. really, i had really good luck with that race. too many good things happened on that day... but that was the best.
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