"Oh," Brian replied before finishing his Southern Chicken Sandwhich. He didn't want to press matters, so he didn't ask. Than he got up and said, "Thanks for getting my car back." Than he left to go to his car.

"no problem, catch ya' latter" Ryan said, drinking down the rest of his coke. He finished off his last hashbrown and walked out, hoping into his car.

Brian just drove around till he came to a street light. The light was red, so he just waited till, all of the sudden, a Corvette C6 police car came and pulled up next to him. Brian hoped that the police didn't notice him. Than, crossing the intersection, the driver of the Porsche he encountered two days ago speed across the intersection illegally. 2 Ford Crown Victoria pursuit cars followed him. Than the Corvette speed off to chase the Porsche guy. Brian thought and remembered when he was a cop.

Ryan walked out of the Mcdonalds and got in his car, pulling out and driving off.

Brian drove off, ignoring the police chase. He than went down the seaport area, where he heard loud music and car engines rumbling. He drove slowly so he could see where was it coming from.

Ryan cruised along, listening to the radio.

Brian couldn't believe it. Custom cars everywhere, along with many drivers, most of them were women. Than he saw a black with flame job Ford Mustang GT pull up next to him. Than the window rolled down and the driver called out, "Get out of here. This is my terf."

Ryan was driving when he saw a group of cars, and Brians car. He pulled up, custom cars lined up and women everywhere. "I think i like it here..." Ryan said, looking around. He pulled up near Brian's car and saw a man in a black Mustang GT. "Nice..." Ryan said.

"Excuse me," Brian replied, "but I'm new here, but I already defeated a guy named Brian that had a Porsche Cayman S." The crowds grew frieghtened because Brian (the one with the Porsche) was one of the best racers. The guy with the Mustang replied, "Really? I suppose you wanna race?"
"You betcha," Brian replied. Brian and the guy parked there cars on a starightaway. This is race is simple; go to the barrel that's 3 miles away and turn around it and come back. First person to come back wins. The flag girl counted down to 3 and when she said, "3," both cars were off.

Ryan was leaning against his car, talking to a girl when the race started. "Yeah, go Brian!" Ryan yelled. "I know him" Ryan said to the girl.

Ryan was leaning against his car, talking to a girl when the race started. "Yeah, go Brian!" Ryan yelled. "I know him" Ryan said to the girl.

[Why did you post the same message twice?]
Brian didn't hear Ryan. He was focused on the race. Of course, his camaro overtook the Mustang GT by several seconds. He drifted around the barrel and drove back to the finish line. He saw the Mustang coming and decided to use a trick he used earlier. he went on the same lane the Mustang was on. They drove closer and closer till the guy with the Mustang swerved his car off the track. Right into the small crates. Brian laughed out loud when he crossed the finish line. He got out to see the mustang, still stuck in the crates full of fish. He tried getting it out for several minutes, till he finally got it out. He than went to the barrel and came back. He than was about to crash his car into Brian's, but Brian got in and moved it. The Mustang missed by an inch and crashed again into a Toyota Celica GT-S.

"I taught him that!!!" Ryan laughed, watching the race.

[and IDK how that got posted twice ]

"You taught me," Brian asked Ryan. He laughed and said, "Sure you did." He looked at the Mustang with the driver standing there.

"Don't live in denial" Ryan joked, shoving Brina playfully.