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"Darn it, Clutch; we can't keep up." Chris grumbled under his breath. "At least we'll smoke him in a race. Alright, CD, just stay straight on this road. In about three miles we'll take a left and then it's another eight miles until we reach the race track. By that time, we'll be out of the immediate downtown city and that's where the race track is located."

He sat back against the seat, keeping an eye on the traffic around them.

CD backed out from the hit, her hood dented up in the front, and drives as Chris had said. ''My hood..'' She whined, but continued forwards.

Chris sighed. "We'll fix it when we get to the race track. At least they have additional spare parts hanging around."

Clutch pulled into the racetrack beeping his horn proudly. "Ha! I beat-" he paused and realized that CD and Chris weren't behind him. "-you! Man you guys are slow."

CD finally pulls in aswell, looking dreadfully annoyed. ''My hood. You drove off so fast I hit a truck and dented it.'' She scowled to Clutch. ''I'm not the type to drive as recklessly as you do on an open highway.''

"I'm not reckless!" Clutch replied. "I'm just getting to my destination at a reasonable pace. Besides, shouldn't you have stopped before running into a truck?"

Chris sighed and patted CD's dashboard. "Just ignore him; he's still sour that I'm riding with you." He rolled down the window. "Clutch, if you don't start behaving, I won't let you race; got that? And CD, there's a shop just over to your right; they'll have something I can use to undent your hood."

Clutch grumbled under his breath.

CD drives over to the shop, still gravely annoyed. The dent was only minor, but a bit of paint had chipped off.

They were hailed by others in the shop; small as it was. Some knew Chris by name. "Whatcha got here, Chris? A new toy?" An old time racer who lingered in the shop more than on the track inquired. "You need to be nicer to them," he joked, seeing the paint chip and dent.

Chris scowled as he got out. "Yes, well, tell that to Clutch who was supposed to lead us over here. This is CD, by the way."

The older racer grinned. "Clutch is here? I should like to see him lose again."

A beep and a flashing of lights signaled that Clutch had followed CD and Chris over. "I heard that," he muttered.

''CD is short for Cranky Doortrap.'' She replied, her brown eyes scanning the crowd nervously. ''I'm kind of a racer. I've never raced anyone before..'' As she looked at Chris, still nervous and shaky.

Chris gently patted CD's hood. "It's fine, CD. We'll just get this taken care of and then we'll let you loose on the track." He grinned, imagining the stunned expressions on the racers he'd be racing against.

The old racer stumbled back a step, looking down at Cranky Doortrap. "Ah, well then, if you're new, welcome to the Sanders Racetrack. We've been here for a while and we love fresh blood--er, oil. Make yourself at home. Move over Chris, I'll take care o' this." The racer went to the dented hood, pulled out a rubber mallet, and with three solid hits, undented it. "Good as new."

Chris winced and sighed. "Be nice to her, she's new."

"I was nice to her; I could have used the other hammer. She's good to go. One word of advice--avoid the inside lane on the last curve--there's a bit of a, gap there." He snickered and then walked out, giving Clutch a whack with the rubber mallet for good measure.

''I may be new, but theres more than just me being a seemingly average standard generic brand sports car....'' She grumbled, but was happy to see her hood undented now. ''Gap? Like a gaping hole full of eels?''

"More like a giant pothole." Chris replied. "It'll do some damage to your tire depending on how fast you're going if you hit it, but most smart racers stay away from it."

Clutch honked. "Can we start racing now? I can hear them lining up."

Chris shook his head. "CD and I will watch the first one; but be my guest Clutch." With an excited rev of his engine, Clutch gunned over to the starting line.

CD pouted silently in her core at the watching bit, but figured it was probably for the best anyway. So she stayed close to Chris, still nervous about the crowds.

Chris patted CD's hood. "I know you're anxious to race," he said, "but I also wanted to give you a chance to school Clutch in racing. If you watch him, you can see how...unpredictable he is."

The airhorn went off and the flag dropped and the cars were on their way. Sure enough, Clutch gunned it for all he was worth, rocketing to third place. He weaved between cars, honking his horn and narrowly avoiding a clip.

Chris sighed. "And that's why I don't race with him unless I'm in control." The race ended with most of the racers avoiding the pothole at the last turn; only one attempted it and passed just barely over it. Clutch had come in fifth, having had to slow when he was nearly clipped.

"So, wanna show everyone whatcha got?" Chris asked.

CD revved her engine lightly. ''Sure!''

"Alrighty then." Chris adjusted his seatbelt. "Let's go smoke the competition."

The shop was set just off to the side of the track, so that they could pull into the starting line. "You ready, CD? Just remember to watch out for that pothole on the last corner."

CD pulls up to the starting line carefully, engine humming lightly. ''Ready as I'll ever be.'' She replied, brown eyes looking ahead with an uneasy feeling, the '45' on her two sides clearly visible to any watchers.

Chris settled back in the seat, waiting for the flag to drop and the air-horn to sound. For an agonizingly slow 30 seconds, they waited. And then finally the flag waved and the horn sounded.

"Go-go-go!" Chris yelled excitedly as the cars around gunned their engines.

Clutch had begun to pull back to the garage when he realized that Chris and CD were no longer there. He turned around and honked when he heard the airhorn go off. He had wanted to race CD first.

CD floored it into drive, engine roaring loudly as she shot off at about 90mph at first. Her speed started to increase as she sped up, keeping sight of any cars that might try to knock her off course.

Chris laughed as he kept a firm grip on his seat. This was more like it.

Three of the racers pulled ahead of them, flooring it into the first turn; two of them went wide though, leaving a nice opening for CD on the inside lane.

CD was now at about 145mph, and drove into the opening, engine sounding more like that of a race car than a generic sports car. Her eyes stayed true to the surroundings, keeping sight of any spots that would give her trouble as she got up to 195mph. So close to her max speed.