Initial D Fan Fiction ❯ Initial D Poem ❯ The Race ( Chapter 1 )

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I pull up to the line in my '86 Corolla

Next to me sits a white '91 RX-7

Driven by a legendary racer

They call his car “The White Comet”

The flag goes down

Our cars take off, tires spinning

His car is faster but he gets behind me

I've won all my other races with ease, but this one seems different

The first corner is coming up, I slow down and drift around the corner

He remains behind me copying my technique perfectly

I can't shake him, he's always there

He's closer to me than my own skin

He's making me very nervous

We've gotten through the first twelve corners

He's still on me like a bumpersticker

The thirteenth corner is approaching

I drift into the turn

TOO FAST!

My rear tires lose too much traction and I slide to the outside

He passes me and I'm about 100 yards behind him

I now how to use every technique I know to just catch him

I drop my right tires into the gutter making my car turn awkwardly but faster

I'm still about 76 yards away

The five consecutive hairpins are approaching fast

I'm catching up to him, but barely

I'm now only 20 feet behind him and his tires are extremely worn

My car has long lasting Jetzon Revengers

His has Pos-A-Traction tires, which wear out fast

He can't control his car as well because of the tires

It's the last corner and were neck and neck

I took the inside and am now ahead about 30 feet

We're going faster than the spectators eyes can see

The finish line is up ahead but he is catching up fast

I cross the line about 0.001 seconds before him and shatter the record by twelve seconds

WOOOO! My team yells

No one can believe that I, a delivery person, actually beat an undefeated racer

I can go home now and get a free tank of Hi-Octane from my dad for winning

This was better than getting to drive for the first time