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[Open - 1] Sparky's words of wisdom

Claire Trevino | Human; Citizen

Posted on Wed Aug 19, 2015 10:21 am

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Gold Bar Speedway | 82F | 1pm


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This happens exactly one week after this thread. Claire's look. This is a drag race track.


I'd forgotten what it was like to be on the other side of the fence. I'd forgotten that shorts weren't compatible with the silver, metal hot bleachers. My sweaty thighs were sticking and it was not a good time. The line to the concession stand out here was a mile long, and as much as I craved my routine chili cheese fries, I wasn't sure that it was worth it. I sat there alone, not really sure why I was even here. Yeah, I'd made some friends other than Chase, but I knew it would be too weird to talk to them. I did miss some of the older guys, and their wives. They weren't what a lot of people would consider the "cool" crowd, but damn did they make me feel at home. What the hell was I going to do, now? Shit - I almost quit school for that loser! I was preparing for a life in this, and was A-okay with it. Honestly, I still wanted the life, obviously not with him. Even if I found myself trying to spy him out, watching the other side of the track more than the cars on the track itself. Ugh, what a loser ex girlfriend thing to do. But surely it was human nature, right? Maybe this was the denial stage, or maybe I was just trying to figure out my place now. Or maybe I just needed to say my goodbye to the family behind the fence at the Gold Bar Speedway, even if it was from a distance.

And when I finally stopped looking for him, I spotted him. The only one stupid enough to voluntarily wear black on a hot day like this. And as much as I'd hoped I had been wrong, I wasn't. Chase was as transparent as saran wrap. I would recognize those long blonde locks anywhere. The girl from the gas station was right beside him. I took a deep breath, and forced it out through pursed lips. Did they serve beer at the concession stands? Maybe someone close by had a flask on them. I needed something, I didn't care. Just then I heard someone sit beside me. Like right beside me. I looked to my left to see none other than Sparky.

So, I should explain. Sparky is the driver of the Dart. That little baby blue and rust covered car that eats the kids for breakfast. Sparky himself was one of the veterans of the track, or at least compared to me. He was in his mid fifties, and had been going for about five years. Really, he wasn't professional or anything. Whenever Sparky had time for a hobby, it was cars. He liked to flip them - not literally. He'd find an old car, get it running, and sell it to some rich guy who wanted to do the body work. But when he came across the dart, he couldn't get rid of her. He juiced her up for the track and began leaving kids like me in the dust.

He sat beside me in his paint stained jeans and his work shirt - one of those shirts that looks like a garage uniform, with a patch sewn on the chest reading the name "Earl". That wasn't his real name. I didn't know his real name, even though they announced it when he raced. I kept forgetting. He was just Sparky.

What are you doing on this side of the fence? I asked.
"I should ask you the same," he said, looking at me through his black horn-rimmed glasses. He'd been pretty excited to get those. Not because he wanted to look like a hipster, but because he'd worn a pair pretty similar when he was in school.
Don't have a car to race.
"Oh, yeah. I heard. What about that ol' rice burner. What is it you call her? Arya?" I laughed. Arya could keep it going on the interstate, but she was no drag car.
Nah, how about you let me borrow the Dart? I raised my eyebrows. He didn't say no, he just winked.
"You know why he dumped you, right?"
Oh, yeah, that pretty blonde thing down there.
"Oh, heck no. You haven't seen her up close, have you?" he smiled, and then raised one eyebrow. He reminded me a bit of Robert DeNiro when he did it. Like he was seriously able to curve his brow in a way no other man could. It was a strange look, but I knew Sparky, and it got the point across.
"You intimidate him, and you can dust his ass on the track. He doesn't like that. Listen, been a nice chat, but I gotta run. Dart needs a tune-up."

And with that he was almost hopping down the bleachers. The man, despite a bad knee, had a lot more pep in his step than us youngsters. He spent most of his time here complaining about his wife, so maybe he was just happy to be away for a bit, and be in his zone.

Good luck, as if you need it! I yelled, and he waved in acknowledgement as he hopped off the bleachers and headed toward the pit. I wasn't sure if there was any truth to his words, but I at least had a smug smirk, because at least part of it was right - I could always leave Chase in the dust. I put off the beer and chili for a little while longer and watched as an Impala and a Nova pulled up to the start.

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Re: [Open - 1] Sparky's words of wisdom

Claire Trevino | Human; Citizen

Posted on Wed Aug 26, 2015 9:40 pm

I looked up, shading my eyes from the sun as I sought the source of the voice. I wasn’t used to people being so forward, not unless they knew me. And that was the problem, so many people knew me, but I didn’t know them at all. I flinched, thinking I was going to have yet another person to explain it to, that I didn’t remember anyone from “before the accident”. Obviously, the real story wouldn’t ever get out, and I was incredibly lucky that “amnesia” was a very reasonable symptom for being in a coma so long. But either way, I thought I was out of the clear, he hadn’t said my name, right? The whole repeat game of “Does he know me or is he flirting? Or both?

Not at all, he’s up soon. I smiled at him, and used the bought time to glance over him, look at his expression, and search for any sign of familiarity. So far, nothing, and I’d be alright if he didn’t know my name.

I had a brief notion once, though, that just because a person didn’t know my name didn’t mean Claire hadn’t known them before the accident. And yet, I thought that would be the funniest situation. If the guy, being a guy that Claire might have had sex with, was an asshole enough to forget her name, but it clearly wasn’t good enough for Claire to remember him at all. Weirdly, I secretly wanted that to happen.

You’re not kidding. I should have known better than to wear these shorts. I might end up with third degree burns if I’m not careful.

And now I was officially torn. Was I taking food from a stranger? Was he offering me his (glorious looking) chili cheese fries because he knew me? Or were my shorts warming up more than my “buns”? Either way, I wasn’t a fool who turned down free chili cheese fries. And eating food offered from a stranger? Shit - maybe I like to live dangerously. Or, I was observant enough to realize that one - who the hell poisons people randomly? And two - he’s eating the damned things himself as well. I shamelessly grabbed a fry, began showing down, and replied with a completely full mouth. Omuhgaw, yur uh lifesavuh, I said, reveling in the bliss of the Gold Bar Concession stand chili. Okay, sorry, babies, yes, you’re worth the wait in line, but not worth missing Sparky’s race. Thankfully, this guy was all but my guardian angel. I finally swallowed so I could speak without sounding like a lunatic… or a five year old.

Sorry, I was desperate. That stuff is like crack to me.

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Claire Trevino | Human; Citizen

Posted on Sat Aug 29, 2015 11:39 am

Hey! I yelled, turning my whole torso to face him while I glared. Don’t you dare knock Sparky. You must be new here. Finally, my serious glare and tone faded to a grin. Really, though, Sparky eats these cocky kids for breakfast and I love it. I mean he used to do this on the streets in high school, you know. I hadn’t paid attention, but it had appeared the Nova had won the previous race. Now, Chase was up with the SHO. That I would have been driving ordinarily. Up against a mid 1990’s mustang. God, should be easy. But I knew (okay, I hoped) Chase would fuck it up. I’m sure the change in my affect had to be visible.

Huh? Oh, I don’t think there’s any real middle ground between jeans and shorts, I’m sad to say. But my eyes were focused on the cars. Normally I hate mustangs, but…

And then I realized in my trance of post-break up anger that I’d missed something strange he’d said. Not welcome at the hospital? Should I ask? Maybe this was what I needed though, because I clearly wasn’t really wanting to be the jealous ex who even bothered enough to stalk her ex at the track. I thought about it, and most of the time my rationale was skewed, but it was there, and I felt like it was sound, so why not?

Not welcome at the hospital? Now that’s a story I kind of want to hear. I paused, now turned to face him, hoping to shut out any care over who would win the race. Myself I really hope I never have to go back, I continued, pointing to the scar on my neck. What the heck was I doing? Why would I point that ghastly thing out?

I caught myself looking down the track, as I heard the engines straining, especially the SHO. Shit, he had no idea what he was doing, and it was clear the Mustang was way ahead of him. I couldn’t help but to smile, and this guy beside me gave me even more reason to smile when a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders. If he was introducing himself, then he didn’t know me. Phew!

Yeah, a little odd, but stranger things have happened. And I was desperate for those fries, so I’m not complaining. I’m Claire.

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Claire Trevino | Human; Citizen

Posted on Sat Aug 29, 2015 2:34 pm

I grabbed another fry, making sure it was loaded with chili and cheese, crammed it in and chewed, wanting to enjoy it but I was starving and I just… scarfed it down. This time I waited until I’d swallowed before I spoke again. Just a little bit, but the fries totally help your reputation. Really, compared to some of the guys down on the track, I was a newbie too, but I still had felt like I fit in. It was really one of the first places I’d felt like I fit in. I think more than anything, that’s what frustrated me about the whole situation with Chase. I couldn’t just lose my relationship with him. I felt like he’d cut off my ties to the gang.

A lot of them. I was actually racing that green SHO last week. It’s not really.. the most
attractive car, but with the right driver she can own the track.
I scooted forward and attempted to adjust my shorts so that even less of my legs touched the track. I don’t like this side of the fence at all, I muttered.

I took his cue, though, and didn’t ask any more about the hospital. I guess I did it all the time, too, letting your thoughts slip out when it’s something you were trying to avoid in the first place. Obviously, I’d already done it when I’d pointed out my neck.

Oh, don’t worry, I was counting on it. Myself, I’d give that guy worse than dust on that platter. AAnndd that must be the theme of the day, just wearing all your thoughts on your sleeve. But admittedly, I was enjoying hanging out with this guy. I felt no pressure to impress him, no pressure to pretend I was someone I wasn’t like I did with girls at school. To pretend I was actually sorry I hadn’t watched that TV show they recommended yet, to pretend I didn’t just feel.. different.

Maybe it was forward of me, but I decided to do something, and hope to God it wasn’t taken the wrong way.

You have any plans after this? And my only hope for not seeming like the desperate girl on rebound was to try to sound somewhat disinterested when I asked, my eyes still down on the track. If I wasn’t mistaken, I could swear Chase was looking right at me. Dammit, if Sparky told him I was here...

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Claire Trevino | Human; Citizen

Posted on Thu Sep 03, 2015 7:13 am

Food makes everything better everywhere. That’s why we’re having an obesity crisis, right? I did sorta feel like I had a bit of a head start on everyone. Having a body that had been comatose and fed by like… formulated nutrition for however long had me without much meat on my bones. Don’t get me wrong, I was mostly filling out pretty quick, but it wasn’t like I was eating a whole pizza and a two liter of soda every night like some people, at least. I took in plenty of water, and tried to be as balanced as I could be, except when it came to race day.

Maybe, I mean it’s not like I won every race, but god he doesn’t know what to do at all. I pulled my hair back, and let it fall in front of my right shoulder, wishing I’d at least thrown it in a braid or something. I took a minute to gather my words before explaining why I wasn’t over there, and deciding if I really even wanted to bother with it anyway. Oh, I could get back there, I just.. Oh, you know, typical break up shit, I’m sure you don’t want to hear it. There, we had that out of the way and cards were on the table. I was an idiot, I raced one of his cars, he raced the other. Now I want back on the track, but no real wheels to get on there with, you know?

I wasn’t trying to completely bogart his fries, so I decided just one more, right? I took it, hoping I could stay true to my word on that, or else I’d end up owing him a drink or something. And now his reaction to my question had me worried that he seriously had taken such a simple question in the wrong way. Crap. Should I take it back, tell him it was just small talk? Maybe he was actually just choking a bit, and I was being paranoid.

I don’t know, I always make a thing of going out to eat after going to the races, but I guess I’d look weird going by myself, right? Surely those cheese fries aren’t going to hold you up for that long? At least he’d seemed receptive, that was a good sign, right?

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