Nova
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~ Aria
The sound of revving engines fills my ears as soon as I pull into the Stop & Shop parking lot. Most car meet-ups are somewhere inconspicuous like a back lot of a grocery store after hours - somewhere where no one cares if you’re being loud or not. In a shopping center this big, no one is going to hear you anyways.
Car meets are usually pregame for races. Everyone shows up, shows off the newest modifications and customizations to their prized possessions (their cars) and argues over whose is the best. Bets are taken, there’s smoking and drinking, and everyone has a good time. It’s a good group of people. Hardly ever any drama. Unless, of course, someone makes a bet that they can’t back up. Then they get roughed up a little until they cough up the money. That doesn’t happen often, but when it does it’s enough to remind people not to talk out of their asses.
Tonight, the crowd is small. There’s someone in the corner of the lot showing off his obnoxious sound system and a cloud of heavy, green smoke hanging in the air. There aren’t too many racing cars around. Mostly just muscle cars and pretty cars with nice new rims and custom paint jobs. None of these cars are actually for performance, they’re all just for show. It’s not really my thing, but hey, everyone's different.
I park my Ford Focus FRS next to a souped up Honda Civic with a bright purple paint job and hit the button to lock the doors before adventuring out to see some other cars. Half the fun of these things is seeing other people’s engines and then showing them how much better yours is. By now, most people aren’t really surprised when I lift my hood and show them all the work that I did, or when I tell them that I did it all on my own. But back when I first started hanging around, it was nearly impossible to convince anyone that I even knew what “horsepower” means.
I made my way over to the group of people surrounding the car with the loud music. There were a couple of girls sitting on the hood of the car while two guys, presumably the owner and his friend, tried to explain to them what they had in their car and how they set everything up to make it so loud. The girls were obviously clueless but kept nodding and spinning their hair around their index fingers, staring at the guys with a far away look in their eyes. I couldn't help but laugh to myself because there was always a few few girls around just to flirt with the guys. Not that any of them really minded.
A few people greet me as I join the group. I lean against my friend Jake’s car, crossing my arms over my chest, and we begin to discuss the details of tonight’s race.
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