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if you would like to be featured in my poetry and story section sign the guest book or email me UNDER GROUND RACING It was 12:00 in Portland, Oregon. Race cars, mostly Civics and hotrods and one lowrider broke into the subway. Driving down the stairs, they entered the subway. The flogger's got ready. They got together. The first race was Chris and that 1999 Integra Type R. They started the hum of high performance shattering the silence. Chris was beating the Type R. I heard my name and I turned to see Joe hopping his 65' down the stairs. Ralph pulled away sending smoke through the air. The Type R Civic sped past only to lose control and smash the wall. The emergency squad pulled up picking up both bodies. Ralph drove past and won. Next up was Mike. He was running last for the night. Mike sped off sending his Nismo powered GTR at 200mph, but the Civic powered with enough Mugen parts to supply Japan, pulled aside. They went screeching through the subway. Everyone else left, but I stayed watching the action. The Mugen powered Civic started to ram the Skyline into the 3rd rail. The Skyline rammed back knocking the mirror off and denting the Z3 fender. The tires screamed and sent the Skyline flying through the barriersl They got out of the subway and screeched onto the pavement. The Mugen Civic rolled over and slid into oncoming traffic. The other cars were driving by and stopped to help the driver. The Skyline raced into the night and disappeared. Everyone stood in awe. I jumped into my Integra and took off after the Skyline. I made my way onto the highway and caught sight of the Skyline. I put the boost at 100 shot and sped up to the Skyline. The driver motioned me to pullover. I squeezed onto the shoulder and we sat and talked. I asked him why he always ran from the races. Then he took off his helmet. I was shocked he wasn't humanl He was an alieni He told me how he was stranded here and just picked up the sport of drag racing. Then 3 hyabusas pulled up to the car. They were also aliens. He had found his family. He told me to keep the legend alive and handed me his keys. I looked at the keys and looked up everything was gone. I was back home and the GTR was next to me. I woke up and drove into the night headed to the train tracks never to be seen again except for at night. BY: ChRiS ChIdIaC

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