Well guys, It's about to get a whole lot more insane. Not in a good way, this chapter will explain a lot, at the cost of being lame. I'm starting to run out of Ideas here. I read this chapter myself and couldn't help but face hoof. This is literally one of my lamest pieces of writing. Ever. Of all time.

I had fallen asleep again. Costly mistake.

      *SPLASH*

I sat up immediately. My face was wet from Dash's latest attack. She had a large grin on her face as I sat up, drenched in water. I contained my anger and calmed myself down before talking to Rainbow Dash.

      "What is it now?" I said through clenched teeth.

      "Nothing. I just felt like messing with you."

I groaned and slumped back into the couch, wondering what I was going to do. Eventually I made a mental to-do-list. I got up and stared at Dash.

      "Listen, I'm gonna be gone for a while. Try not to burn the house down will you?"

      "Can I drive a car through it?"

      "No. You don't even know how to drive."

      "Can I wreck it?"

      "No."

      "I'm gonna wreck it!"

      "If this house has even the slightest bit of damage your going to die."

Rainbow rolled her eyes and slumped into a recliner. She turned on the TV and started flipping through channels. I was genuinely surprised that she had learned how to use the TV controller so quickly. I grabbed my back-up car keys and headed to the garage. I pressed the unlock button and the car under the tarp was made accessible.

I headed over to the covered car and pulled the tarp off. Revealing a BMW. I hated it basically because I had all kinds of trouble with it. But I had no choice since my sedan was in the workshop. I remembered going next to the damn thing on the track. The sounds of revving engines and tires screeching came back in my head.

The car was a race car, technically I couldn't drive it on the streets but nobody really cared anymore. It belonged to...  a friend. I remembered seeing it everywhere. Now it was gone. Simply erased from everyone's memory. Maybe a few die hard racing fans would recognize it. I remembered the first time I went to an actual legal racing event, it was fun.

      Snap out of it Ryan. That's back then, your living in the present.

I got in and buckled myself in. The BMW was unique, mainly because of the way it starts up. First I had to use my foot and step on the break and then the button nearby would light up and I would press it causing it to start up. But it would only work if the key was close enough. The second thing that made it unique was the various vinyls. It consisted of arrows, two huge letters, RC, were on the car doors. Sponsor decals and other various tid-bits were scattered throughout the car's paint job.

I started the monstrous engine and heard it rumble to life. I opened the garage door and drove the car out. Under normal circumstances I would never have bought a car like this. Instead, I had, how would you say? Won it. I would've sold it, but the car had a couple of illegal modifications to it. I'm afraid that if I sell it, the cops would arrest me.

I drove down the street, heading out of the residential area. The hair saloon was nearby, just a couple of minutes drive. I drove under the speed limit, not daring to break the rules. I didn't want to run into any trouble right now.

Eventually I reached the strip mall. I made a beeline for the hair saloon and entered it.

Some time later...

I exited the shop. My hair was now back to it's original shade of jet black, I decided that the rainbow hair simply looked to flamboyant for me. I entered my car and started it. Instantly One Direction came on.

       "Great. It's One Erection." I groaned.

I opened my glove box and pulled out a CD. I slid it in the CD player and in a few seconds music came on. It brought back a shit load of memories. The feeling of adrenaline coursing through my veins, the sound of tires screeching, the engines rumbling, the sweet smell of tire smoke, the lights and cars blurring as I barreled down the tracks at breakneck speeds.

I shook off my daze and backed out of the parking space. I proceeded to drive towards the nearest mall. I needed to go get a new shelf for my store room since the toolbox broke it.

Eventually I reached the enormous building. I managed to find a parking space in the sea of cars. I parked my car and got out. I wanted it to be as quick as possible. Just in and out. No delays.

I got in and used the elevator. It was jam packed with people. Some were here to shop, some were business men. Not uncommon.

The elevator reached my floor and I stepped out. I made my was to the local hardware store. It was like a maze in there, but I managed to find what I needed. I approached the counter to make my payments.

The clerk was a skinny guy. He looked Asian-like. His hair was jet black and spunky. I put the shelf on the table and he scanned it.

      "Is there any thing else I could help you with mister..." The clerk asked

      "Call me Cooper. Ryan Cooper." I replied

The clerk went wide eyed and stared at me, stunned that I was right in front of him.

      "No way! You're THE Ryan Cooper?"

I let out a small laugh. I smiled at him, glad to have met a fan.

      "Yea. It's me. Ryan Cooper. Showdown King. Professional racer and all."

The clerk tried to talk but no words left his mouth.

      "So, can I go now?" I asked

      "Why aren't you at the tracks? You've been gone for the past four years!"

      "I guess I just needed a break is all."

I grabbed my stuff and left. I didn't want to answer any more questions. My days as a racer were over. And I knew it. I headed back for the parking lot to leave. But unfortunately, that wasn't about to happen.

I headed to my car and saw a bunch of people surrounding my car.

      You've got to be kidding me.

I approached the car and heard the crowd talk amongst themselves.

      "Isn't this Ray Krieger's car?"

      "No way! Ryan Cooper won it off him at G-Effect remember?"

      "Hell yea he did!"

      "I still think that race was rigged."

      "Dude Ryan won fair and square."

I pushed through the crowd and approached the car. I was stopped midway by a huge buff guy. He had a tan and a 5 O'clock shadow. He wore sunglasses and a black muscle shirt.

      "Who do you think you are? Touching the King's car?" The guys asked

Now, since I spent most of my career in a helmet, not many people know how I look like save for a couple of close friends and family members, so it was no surprise when this douche came out of nowhere and threatened me.

I pulled out my keys and pressed the unlock button. The BMW went *Chirp chirp* and the crowd gasped. The guy gulped and stared at me, disbelief in his eyes, I gave him a smug smile and turned my attention to the car.

I pulled the door open and got in the car. I started the engine, it was so loud the crowd had backed up as soon as it rumbled to life. I backed the car out and turned to the exit. I had already paid for parking, from here it was just a straight road out.

      "Mind as well give these guys a little show."

I don't know what made me do it, maybe it was from penting up my need for speed to long. Maybe it was because I wanted to please the fans. I stepped the handbrake and floored the gas pedal, the car remained motion less, but I could here the tires screeching, the fans cheering and the engine revving. I eventually released the brake and the car lurched forwards leaving a cloud of smoke behind, it flew down the road straight out the exit.

I slowed the car down and decided not to pull of anything flashy again. I drove back home normally like any random civilian would, all the while my leg just twitching to floor the accelerator and send the car flying down the road.

I eventually arrived at my home. I opened the garage door and quickly drove the car in and parked it. I wanted to get out of it as fast as possible. I didn't need any more attention. I hope nobody saw me.

I flipped the garage's light switch and shut the door behind me. I was in the living room, it was dark and the clock read 9:00 P.M.. I wondered where on earth Rainbow Dash had went.

I made my way to my room and opened the door. Inside, Rainbow Dash was fast asleep. She had managed to kick the blanket off her. She was squirming around, I touched her forearm, it was almost freezing cold.

I took the blanket and pulled it over her again. I didn't need her to die from hypothermia, Though I knew it wasn't possible under such a mild cold, I decided that I was gonna be a bit nicer to her since she didn't blow the house to smithereens. Heck, I might even make her more pancakes tomorrow morning.

I made sure that she was fine and then proceeded to the store room. I opened the door and at my foot was a mess of broken wall pieces, a toolbox, tools, and the remains of the shelf. It truly was frustrating to see all the wreckage.

I sighed and shut the door. I honestly didn't feel like fixing it today. I instead made my way down to the basement. I stared at the wall of steel in front of me. It was the vault. I entered the PIN code and the door unlocked. I pulled it and it swung open. Inside was stacks of cash, all piled up high and in mint condition.

I stepped inside and looked around. All the cash had come from dominating race days like Battle Machines, Noise Bomb, and Super Promotion. Doing various racing events and whatnot.

I glanced around and found a black helmet. It had a couple of scratches but other than that it was completely fine. I picked it up and stared at my own reflection in the visor. I had won so many races with this thing, so much cash. This very helmet had been by my side the whole time. I didn't remember ever taking my helmet off in public during my career.

I wondered if I wanted to go back to racing again. Going all around the world, Tokyo, Nevada, all sorts of crazy places, racing various opponents and basically smoking the competition. I remembered everything, from the adrenaline rush I usually got from barreling down Nevada, to drifting through the tracks at Tokyo, then there was the Drag races where I would just floor it and feel my body literally slam into the back of my car as I made 6-second runs down the quarter mile, the G-force nearly tearing me apart as the car rocketed down the drag strip.

I put the helmet back down. I walked away from it and made my way back to the door of the enormous vault. I looked back at the mountains of cash. But the helmet kept grabbing my attention, just begging to be put on and used for just one more last time. I shook it off and closed the vault behind me. Thus ending my walk down memory lane.

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