Chapter 43: Drag racing party

Ragged shoes, jeans, gray wallet, $ 20, driver's license, this is all Russell's possessions. He knows nothing but his driver's license to confirm his identity.
M-1 car driver ’s license is accompanied by a motorcycle driver ’s license. The photo on the driver ’s license is Russell ’s. The gender, height, weight, hair color, and eye color are not the same, but the birth date seems a bit problematic.
September 5, 1984!
Looking at this age, Russell thought he had run around in the world, but it wasn't that the small shop in the gas station had the newspaper of the day, and the time was 2002.
This is good news, which means that Russell instantly returned to puberty from 25 years old, and turned into a young man of 18 years old ... Although he always felt that he was 18 years old!
Age is not the point, the point is that the driver ’s license has a home address, so you do n’t have to be like a black family, but you do n’t know where your home is.
Rumble! !!
Another mountainous cross-country motorcycle is coming. The rider takes off his helmet. He is a young blond man with fine skin and tender meat.
"Playboy, you are late!"
"Britt, why did you come here?"
A few complaints sounded, and the young blond named Brett said unpleasantly, "My dad is going out to work and let me guard the ostrich farm at home. I finally found a chance to sneak out."
"Wow, then you are miserable. Your dad is the mayor. He is not kidding when he gets angry!"
"Yes, your will be kicked!"
Britt dismissed: "Come on, he's just a stepdad. If you dare hit me, I'll call him."
"Dude, that's it, we look forward to that scene."
"Hahahaha -----"
A group of people laughed heartlessly and Brett was one of them. After laughing, he snapped his motorcycle cap back on: "Guys, let's do a great job today and let them know how great we are! "
"Of course, we are the best!"
让 "Let them cry, kneel down and lick our OO!"
"You have such a heavy taste ... but I like it!"
Buzz--buzz ----
The young boys drove up the throttle, and the motorcycle roared, like a group of wild horses with their reins off, rushing out in groups.
Russell put on a motorcycle hat and followed up. Since appearing beside this group of 骠 Riding Mansion, there is a great possibility of triggering world missions. Even if he doesn't, it is good to collect more information and help him understand this strange world.
The system is too rubbish. He can only collect information by himself to confirm where the world is.
A group of people ran on the highway, drinking desert shrubs on both sides of the road, column cacti everywhere.
It was Russell's first reaction when he was far away from the metropolitan countryside of the United States. Soon he confirmed this. He saw the word 'Arizona' on the street sign.
It's true that the poisonous water in the poor mountain is poisonous. Russell didn't see a few wild animals in the arid desert shrub area. Lizards, large scorpions, and rattle rattlesnake are not uncommon.
The 10-minute journey ended very quickly. Fortunately, this group did not meet the police. Otherwise, their group of dozens of people will drag the car on the highway, and all the arrests will result in the cancellation of their driver's license.
The destination is a gorge between two mountains. There are crowds in the valley. There are hundreds of people in the small valley, but they are all young people in their twenties.
A few carts were selling snacks, beer, soft drinks, hot dogs. In the middle, black dead fat men with big gold chains were opening. Many people were around.
"Brit, how did you come here? I thought you prospered and abstained!" The dead fat man shook the big gold chain around his neck, reprimanding him with arrogance.
Facing the black dead fat man with a big round waist, Brett was a little strong and hard-working, and said that he was not strong enough. "How could it be, even if it was not for the $ 2,000 bonus, I had to earn the registration fee. In fact, there was a small accident, I ... ... "
With a big wave of choking fat man, he said impatiently, "Well, I'm not interested in your reason for being late. Be prepared. The game will start in 20 minutes."
At this point, the situation is very clear. The black fat man opened an illegal racing car. The young people led by Brett participated in the race for the prize money. Russell's identity in this world is exactly one of the representatives of the 'prosperous town'. Officer, a drag racing party.
Russell does not like this status because it is the former note. He has a bad impression of the motorcycle racing party, so he does not study hard and uses his parents' money to die.
This is a group that is easy to cause resentment. The main reason is forgiveness, and it also threatens the lives and property of others. Worst of all, this group is mostly made up of young people who are not deeply involved in the world. They are energetic, curious, and love to die.
I was obsessed with drag racing because of adolescent rebellion and desire to behave. They like to stimulate, to pursue the speed of the limit, and want to gain the group's identity and the attention of the opposite in this dangerous way.
It is undeniable that both men and women have a primitive desire for speed. Compared to cars, motorcycles are cheaper and easier to obtain, and can easily meet the needs of these people.
Speed ​​brings the thrill of an accelerated heartbeat, and the favor of the opposite for making money makes young people unable to stop, and it is no wonder that they are constantly banned.
In the United States, illegal drag racing has always existed, and the slivers have cracked down on the drag racing party, but once everything is linked to money, the slivers are helpless. Moreover, after the series of "Speed ​​and Passion" movies were released, the speed was directly equal to the male charm, which caused headaches for the police.
Russell did not like his current identity, but ... For the sake of 18 years old, he was uncomfortable.
18 years old!
Uh ...
Rumble-- Rumble ------
The roar of a large number of locomotives echoed in the valley. As the race began, cheers and screams grew more and more. Helmets of various colors stand out in the sun. About 70 riders are gathered here, and they are all of the same age, representing six nearby towns.
One of the towns has more than twenty people and is the biggest competitor of Prosperity Town, all wearing racing suits. It is a pity that they are useless, a group of young and young, and not professional. Dressing properly does not mean technical beeping, so they look terrific.
The black dead fat man raised his starting gun and held the big horn in his other hand: "Listen, guys, the circuit goes around ~ EbookFREE.me ~ The fastest returning person is the winner. The rules ... there is no rule ! "
"Walking along the bunting is the track. Everywhere there is a camera holding a camera, so don't try to cheat!"
"The first prize is $ 2,000, the second prize is $ 500, the third prize is $ 100, and if you exceed the third prize, you will not even earn the registration fee!"
"I finally reiterate the rules. The rule of this free cross country race is ... no rules!"
"Wow oh oh "
As soon as the words of choking fat man fell, the audience was roaring, a group of people reddened their necks, waved their tickets, and supported their own favored drivers.
Buzz--buzz ----
The drivers twisted the handlebars. They were all amateurs, and even some of them were newbies who just got their driver's licenses, but that's okay. The enthusiastic roar of the locomotive burned everyone's blood and the strong competition atmosphere filled them Fighting spirit, want to circle the fastest.
Victory represents the right of the beautiful sword and sister, and mocking the loser!
I saw that the atmosphere at the scene was so good. The dead fat man couldn't help but be complacent. He was in a good mood today. He just earned the bonus from the ticket, plus the income from the opening.
"Listen to the order before you start, don't try to rush, otherwise the ranking will be canceled." The fat man looked around and raised his hand to signal the audience to cheer.
In the valley, a large group of people followed the shouting countdown.
"3!"
"2!"
"1!"
"Start!"
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