Chapter Forty-Three: The Drag Racing Party
Sneakers, jeans, gray leather jacket, 20 US dollars, driver's license, these are all Russell's belongings, he knows nothing, and he can only rely on his driver's license to confirm his identity.
The M-1 car license comes with a motorcycle license, and the photo on the driver's license book is Russell himself, and the gender, height, weight, hair color, and eye color are not the same, but the date of birth seems to be a bit problematic.
September 5, 1984!
Looking at this age, Russell thought that he was already running four in this world, but no, the small shop in the gas station had the newspaper of the day, and the time was shown to be 2002.
This is good news, which means that Russell instantly went from returning to puberty at the age of 25 to a young man at the age of 18...... Although he always felt that he was 18 years old!
Age is not the point, the point is that the driver's license book has a home address, and you don't have to be like the 'Assassins' world, obviously not a black household, but you don't know where your home is.
Thundered!!
Another mountain bike came again, and the rider took off his helmet, and it was a young man with blond hair, thin skin and tender flesh.
"Dude, you're late!"
"Brett, why are you here?"
Several complaints rang out, and the blonde young man named Brett said unhappily: "My father is going out to run errands and let me guard the family's ostrich farm, and I finally found an opportunity to sneak out." β
"Wow, you're miserable, your dad is the mayor of the town, and it's no joke when he gets angry!"
"That's right, you're going to get kicked in the ass!"
Brett looked disdainful: "Come on, he's just a stepfather, if you dare to beat me, I'll call the police and arrest him." β
"Man, that's how it should be, we're looking forward to seeing that."
"Hahahahaββββ"
A group of people laughed heartlessly, and Brett was one of them, and when he was done, he buttoned his motorcycle hat back on: "Guys, we're going to do a big job today and let them know how good we are!" β
"Of course, we are the strongest!"
"Let them cry and get down on their knees and lick our OO!"
"You've got a lot of taste...... But I like it! β
Buzz β Buzzββββ
The young men jerked up the throttle, and the motorcycles roared, like a herd of wild horses off the reins, rushing out in groups.
Russell put on his motorcycle hat and followed, and since he appeared next to this group of hussars, there was a great chance that the world mission would be triggered. Even if he didn't, it would be good to walk around and gather some information to help him understand this strange world.
The system is too rubbish, and he can only rely on himself to gather intelligence and confirm what the world is.
A crowd of people shouted and ran wildly on the highway, which was lined with desert bushes and columnar cacti everywhere.
Far from the metropolis in the American imperialist countryside, this was Russell's first reaction, and he soon confirmed it, and he saw the words 'Arizona' on the street signs.
In the overall arid desert shrub area, Russell did not see a few wild animals, lizards, large scorpions, and rattlesnakes with rustling sounds are not uncommon.
The 10-minute journey ended quickly, and I was glad that the gang didn't encounter the police, otherwise they would have formed a gang of about a dozen people to race on the highway, and all of them were caught with their driver's licenses revoked.
The destination was a canyon between two mountains, crowded with hundreds of people, but all of them were young people in their twenties.
Several carts were selling snacks, beer, sodas, hot dogs, and in the middle, a black dead fat man with a big gold chain was opening, and many people were gathered in the middle.
"Brett, why are you here? I thought you Prosperity Town had abstained! The dead fat man shook the big gold chain around his neck and reprimanded him arrogantly.
Facing the black dead fat man with a big waist and a round waist, Brett was a little strong and middle-handed, and said with insufficient confidence: "How is it possible, even if it is not for the prize of 2,000 US dollars, I have to earn the registration fee back." Actually, there was a little accident, I ......"
The dead fat man waved his hand and said impatiently: "Okay, I'm not interested in the reason why you are late, get ready, the game will start in 20 minutes." β
By this point, the situation has become clear, the black dead fat man has opened an illegal racing car, the young people led by Brett have come to participate in the race for prize money, and Russell's identity in this world is a member of the 'Boom Town', a drag racing party.
Russell didn't like this identity, because he was a former article, he had a bad impression of the motorcycle drag racing party, he didn't study hard, and he took the money given by his parents to play with his life.
This is a group that can easily arouse resentment, mainly because of the loss of life, but also because of the threat to the lives and property of others. Worst of all, this group is mostly made up of young people who are not well versed in the world, they are energetic, curious, and love to die.
The reason why I am obsessed with drag racing is because of the rebellion of adolescence and the desire to perform. They love excitement and push the limits of speed, and they want to gain group recognition and attention from the opposite sex in this dangerous way.
There's no denying that both men and women have a primitive thirst for speed, and motorcycles are cheaper and more accessible than cars, making it easy to meet the needs of this group.
The thrill of speed brings heartbeat, money and the favor of the opposite sex, all make young people want to stop, and it is no wonder that they are repeatedly banned.
In the United States, illegal drag racing has always existed, and the strips have cracked down on the drag racing party very hard, but once everything is linked to money, even the strips are helpless. Moreover, after the release of the 'Fast and Furious' series of movies, speed was directly equated with male charm, which gave the police a headache.
Russell didn't like who he was now, but ...... For the sake of the 18-year-old, he reluctantly accepted it.
It's nice to be 18 years old!
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Rumble β Rumble ββββ
The roar of a locomotive echoed through the valley, and as the race approached, cheers and screams grew. Helmets of various colors stand out in the sun, and there are about 70 riders gathered here, all of whom are about the same age, representing six nearby towns.
One of the towns came more than 20 people, the biggest competitors of Prosperity Town, all dressed in racing suits. It's a pity that it's useless, a group of young people are not professional, and dressing formally does not mean that they are technical, and they look amazing.
The black dead fat man raised his starting pistol and held a loudspeaker in the other hand: "Listen, boys, the track goes around in a circle, and the fastest person to return is the winner." Rules...... There are just no rules! β
"Follow the bunting to the track, and there are people with cameras in every bunting, so don't think about cheating!"
"The first place prize is 2,000 US dollars, the second place is 500 US dollars, and the third place is 100 US dollars.
"Let me finally reiterate the rules, which are the rules of this freestyle off-road racing...... There are no rules! β
"Wow oh oh ββββββ"
As soon as the dead fat man's words fell, the audience roared, and a group of people turned red and waved their tickets in support of their favorite drivers.
Buzz β Buzz Buzzββββ
The riders followed and twisted the handlebars, they were all amateurs, and some were even novices who had just gotten their licenses, but it didn't matter, the roar of the motorcycle burned everyone's blood, and the strong racing atmosphere made them full of fighting spirit and wanted to circle the circle as fast as possible.
Victory represents the right of the sword and the girl, and the right to laugh at the loser!
Seeing that the atmosphere of the scene is so good, the dead fat man can't help but be proud, he is in a good mood today, he earned back the bonus just for the tickets, plus the opening income, today I have to buy tens of thousands of dollars.
"Listen to the order to start again, don't try to rush, otherwise you will be canceled if you get the ranking." The dead fat man looked around and raised his hand to signal the audience to cheer.
In the valley, a large group of people followed the shouts and counted down.
β3οΌβ
β2οΌβ
β1οΌβ
"Let's go!"
Bang βββ
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γStreet Diaryγ
Today, there was a street fighter in the street group, everyone summed it up, and finally kicked him out.