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Posted by Grav Bomb on Apr 11, 2017 16:40:33 GMT -6
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Apr 4, 2021 15:39:29 GMT -6
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Music pounded in Maxwell's ears as he pulled in. His convertible revved loudly as he found a free spot to pull into. The door opened and he stepped out onto the roof of the parking garage and the frenzy of people. The structure was mostly abandoned anymore, but the local racing community had found quite the use for it.
Drift racing had become quite popular in the city over the last few years. The younger crowd enjoyed it for the thrills, the older for the mechanics, Maxwell was somewhere inbetween. He had recently started racing, finding it a pleasant distraction from the dullness of his days.
People were all around, looking at the cars, dancing to the music being played at the makeshift DJ booth, and overall enjoying the night. It was a combination club and sporting event and the atmosphere was electric.
Maxwell walked over to a table that had been erected nearby and wrote his name down to race. There were plenty of match ups ahead of him but he was excited. As he turned he heard tires screeching as two cars rounded the exit ramp and appeared on the roof. The lead car spun and crossed the finish line followed by its opponent. The crowd cheered as the racers got out and money exchanged hands.
Oh yeah Maxwell was looking forward to this.
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