rockinrams Posted Sep 27, 2025, 6:46 pm

The Beasts' workshop, once seemingly abandoned, finally began to hum once more, and shortly after some members signed up to some town events, resulting in quite the show for many. (ref event 688209) Richard Lynch, a newer member of the gang, made his way to the garage of the Somerset Dirt Racing Track to pick up his car for the race along with a few of the more veteran folks of the gang. after they inspected it thoroughly and made adjustments as they liked, and cards were drawn, a small pep talk was given Gerald Blankenship first chipped in "These suckers can be deathly quick, but they also have paneling aplenty. Don't be afraid to force your way through the pack bub." Richard, being fairly inexperienced and unsure "i dunno, pulled pretty damned low, you sure i could just push my way through?" Michelle 'Putchuina" Nott, almost cackling "d'aww these suckers is afraid o' that first turn, truss' me, we've plowed right to the front righ'dere... So long's ye ain't no chick'n foot like 'em, hah!" {DRIVERS! TO THE STARTING LINE!} "Git em boss man!" Richard got into his Seminal Wind, nervous, but ready... he may have been lined up 13th out of 14, but that wasnt about to stop him pulling off an absolute wonder. He was quick off the line, and as told, he kept the pedal to the floor all the way through the first corner, plowing right through the field and almost immediately to the front. "yeesh, they wasn't kiddin', huh?" The accompanying members watched as he ripped through the corners, timers in hand "dayum, he's really pushin 'er ain't he?" "sure is, quite the gap he's got already!" and as he crossed the line for his first lap, immediate stirring across the whole stadium "did he jus' break the record..? FROM THE BACK OF THE FIELD!?" By the time it was officially announced that it was just barely off of the TOP record, he'd already gotten halfway around again, and clearly, he was much faster this time around. "He's about to pull it off ain' he?" "course he is!" his 2nd lap rips right through, and even the slowest timer in the hands of the Beasts in the stadium showed him a whole half second ahead of the old record. "HE'S FLYIN'!!" "LET'S GO LYNCH!!!" again, his lap was looking even faster yet, but as he got to the jump corner, he pushed it just barely too far... "gaww..it's fine...made up quite the gap regardless, an'... z'at lap traffic? yeesh." "d'aww he mussed 'er up back 'ere.. bah well, we's boutta get quite the payout anyways." and as he crossed the line for the final lap, his final time rang in slightly slower than his first, but even so, he was the new record holder. quite the return show indeed. As he got back to his stall, celebration was of course had. Michelle, ecstatic as ever "YOU DA MAN, MAN!! THAT WAS SOME REAL WHEELIN YOU DUN DID BUD!" Gerald, a bit more composed "some hidden talent you got there bub, you just SMASHED the old record!" Richard, astonished "wha- I did? naw y'all is jus' messin- no?" Gerald, steady with a slip from the booth "well 'course not, you just made us nearly 50 bands extra! you beat that record by almost a second and a HALF!" They continued bickering about the apparent hidden talent of this relatively new member of the gang as they packed their stuff up. Then heading back to the ole' workshop to figure a more formal prize for Richard than the money he just made.