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 * Untouchable**

The year is 2009. The best driver in the touring car series had been decided. Ryan Trellben. His car was a 2007 BMW with a Turbo boost. BMW’s ran in his family line. They’re great at cornering and have precise handling. By winning the championship race, he won enough earnings to buy a house for both himself and his brother in law. A few months passed and Ryan’s brother, John, saw a flaw in his driving. “Your car,” he said, “you’re not using it’s full potential. The automatic transmission lacks speed. I can teach you manual. Also, your cornering is sloppy. I’ll have to show you drifting.” “Isn’t that aggressive driving?” Ryan replied. “Yes, but it will strengthen your image.” On the weekend, the two went to the garage. Inside was a BMW Supercharger. They took it out to an abandoned stadium parking lot. Ryan practiced using manual and drifted around worn out cones from an old toy store. Day by day, Ryan’s skill built up and soon he was ready to test his practice on a freeway. The competition was a Mazda R-8, a Chevy Camaro, and a Ferrari F1. One night, Ryan slithered out the front door and drove John’s Supercharger to the start of the race. At the starting line, all the other racers looked down the line of windows with a dirty smirk. A Hispanic man in his thirties wearing a musky jacket walked to the middle of the cars. He gave everyone the ready sign. The air was crisp with the smell of diesel and the wind was dead. “Go!” The engines exploded and the street vehicles took off. Ryan was currently in third. The Ferrari had gotten the hole shot lead followed by the Camaro. Trellben looked at the speedometer. Twenty, thirty-one, forty-five, ninety-three, it kept climbing. “Woo!” Ryan excitedly let out. Soon he realized the F1 was gone and it basically was him, the Chevy, and the Mazda. Like an elegant cheetah, the BMW glided past the Camaro. One-twenty, One-thirty, the super charger was burning the road. “Ha ha, go baby, come...” Ryan shouted and then choked. “Oh not good.” The mph started to lower and the warning light beeped. Clank! His bottom right tire had popped from its connection. Violently, the heap of metal rolled and stopped right side up. Ryan knew he was in trouble as he saw the other cars pass. At home, John was disappointed. For hours, he thought of how his little brother would repay the debt. “We’re going to Tokyo.” John said quietly. “Why?” “You owe me a new ride and it’s going to be that new Zonda.” 2010, Tokyo, Japan. The expensive exotic had been bought. Before driving off to a rented pent house, an overconfident drifter pulls up named Shotesu Haorun. The stranger offered the two brothers a race to see whose car is the best. John looked at Ryan with an unsure glare. He thought for a second and looked up. Shotesu shook hands with John and gave him the race location. At the pent house garage, Ryan started working on the car all afternoon. John pitched in by hooking up two premium nitrous tanks to the Zonda. To ensure safety, John even ran a digital test that came out as the Zonda having a nineteen percent of crashing, fifty-eight percent of finishing, and the rest was breaking down. The race took place at Dragon Back Canyon. You make the smallest mistake and you don’t race again. At the top people gathered. The cocky Porsche driver rolled down the window. Ryan drove up to his opponent. He looked over slowly. “I’m untouchable.” Shotesu said as his Porsche blazed off. John yelled at his brother to go. The Zonda quickly caught up to speed and was in pursuit. The adrenaline was pumping into Ryan as he changed into third gear. He remembered his brother’s drifting lessons. Always keep it in third and focus. The first corner approached and Trellben glided around the bend. Shotesu was leading by about three seconds. Ryan knew he had to make up time. Disobeying his teachings, the boy went into forth gear and nudged the Porsche. “No one beats me!” Haorun exclaimed. The angry drifter used his nitrous and once again left Trellben behind by three seconds. The turns became more elaborate and narrow. The home stretch was coming and both racers were furiously stepping on the pedal. Ryan all of a sudden thought about the past. “Your car can’t keep up!” Ryan barked. Shotetsu let out a banshee-like scream and drove off. Trellben laughed at what was about to happen. Shotetsu was almost at the finish when all of a sudden his wheels started to give out. The Porsche spun out in a tornado of smoke. Ryan had won the race and impressed John. As the brothers left the canyon, they stopped near the angry, wrecked Japanese man. “Who’s untouchable now?” Ryan smirked. “Watch yourself,” Shotetsu yelled, “because there is always someone better, and they’re going catch up to you one day.” Ryan and John returned home victorious.