Author Topic: Street racing (Read 39637 times)

Thaddeus Q. Wolfe · « **Reply #300 on:** October 16, 2008, 04:07:16 AM »

Paul had the black and silver narrow body s-13 up on a hydrolic lift. When he had gone to put on the fresh exhaust he had found a lot of the silicon tubing and bends on the stock turbo piping rotted through and robbing power, so he was replacing thos too. "Man, that sucks about Wolfgangs Pop," he muttered to no one in particular. He was pretty much putting in new everything on that car, a lot of the parts on it looked real second hand as well as used hard, such as the cracked half axle that was just waiting to take out the gas tank just ahead of it with violent results.

Soryu/Miayuki Isumi · « **Reply #301 on:** October 16, 2008, 01:15:23 PM »

He blinked "You hafta to be kidding me your willing to just give this away to your younger brother?" he said still in shock as he took the keys from his brother and hugged him tightly "I have something for you too" he removed the coat he had worn to every race he had and handed it over to him "Take it... It makes me feel a bit better for taking this car from you"

Wolfgang · « **Reply #302 on:** October 16, 2008, 07:16:46 PM »

Wolfgang hugged his younger brother and took the coat from his brother. Wolfgang ruffled his brothers hair and smiled.

PhantomStone · « **Reply #303 on:** October 16, 2008, 07:25:17 PM »

ghost left a note for wolfgang and gett if he ever comes over "i'm off for some races in the desert, i need some money for cars and mods wish me luck guys" ghost left the note, hopped into the eclipse, and drove off into the sun

Thaddeus Q. Wolfe · « **Reply #304 on:** October 16, 2008, 07:47:51 PM »

Paul finished up refabing the s-13. he looked at his work proudly, then loked over to the half done charger. "Might as well get started on that now." he says walking over to it and taking a wrench to the grimy old hemi that sat between its frame rails.

Wolfgang · « **Reply #305 on:** October 16, 2008, 08:03:52 PM »

Wolfgang walked over to a work area his dad used. He looked over at a picture of his dad,his brother, and himself. He ran his thumb over his dad, he set it down and leaned against the work table.

Thaddeus Q. Wolfe · « **Reply #306 on:** October 16, 2008, 08:06:54 PM »

Paul loved wrenching, always so fun seeing how each car had it's own personality, unfortunately the charger had been a troubled youth and many of the old school performance parts on it were badly worn, frozen, and more or less scrap.

Wolfgang · « **Reply #307 on:** October 16, 2008, 08:20:44 PM »

Wolfgang looked at his brother, his hair hiding his face. He tried to speak but couldn't. He looked back at the photo and turned it over.

Thaddeus Q. Wolfe · « **Reply #308 on:** October 16, 2008, 08:22:41 PM »

Paul grunts and pulls the wrench just a bit too hard and snapps of a head bolt. "F****!!!!" he shouts, tossing the wrench.

Wolfgang · « **Reply #309 on:** October 16, 2008, 08:39:41 PM »

Wolfgang rubbed his brother's coat with his thumb. Now that dad was gone he had to watch out for each other.

Thaddeus Q. Wolfe · « **Reply #310 on:** October 16, 2008, 08:41:35 PM »

Furious, Paul drags a crane over and pulls out the hemi and puts it on a stand. "This is gonna take a lot of work." He pulls out a drill press and redis it, he also removes as many parts as can be removed, a lot of them however were frozen and broke off.