So there it is. What happened that day? The day I lost pretty much almost everything?
It all started with a point to point race. You begin from the city centre, make your way through the highway, then drive through the countryside and then a short twisty mountain pass. After that, you race your way back to the start and you're done! It isn't a short race, given that there's also traffic you gotta avoid.
My old car was an Altezza Gita. Lovely, lovely car... Where is it now? I don't know either... Anyway, it was time for me to face one of the highest ranked teams, in terms of speed and power. The team's name isn't coming to mind, as I can't recall everything yet. I was challenged by all four members for a race, but I did accept.
We were on the part where we were driving down the highway to get back to the city centre. It was the highway entrance from the countryside city, which meant there was room to switch over to the opposite lane. Me and Brandon were gunning it down the highway, because this was a race afterall. The rest of the team was left behind.
Of course, only then did I finally understand what everyone meant when they said that Brandon was one hell of a knobhead. His plan wasn't to win, but to simply kill me. He hit me from behind, causing me to lose control and spin. I was caught off guard
I couldn't stop, the car kept sliding. I hit the splitting grass part and I ended up on the opposite lane and then... Well...
A truck was coming my way, and after that, everything's black for me. Nothing at all. All that I do remember is someone saving me. But I just can't seem to figure out who was it...
