I drove on the course for a few hours. I only pulled off when I was running low on gas.
It was the first time I had driven on a track, not in a gocart.
So, I was definitely taking it easy, and being careful. Which did lead to me being passed a lot.
It was a Tuesday afternoon, so there were not a lot of people. There were only two other cars, both were expensive sports cars.
One was a Pagini Utopia, it drove incredibly smoothly and elegantly. It passed me like I was sitting still. It never felt out of control, it flowed like water, which showed the skill of the driver.
The second was completely different. It was aggressive and rough. It would struggle to pass me, honking, revving, it looked like it was freaking out. That I couldn't get out of the way fast enough. It was a McLoud P1.
It was starting to get dark, even though the track had lights and allowed night driving, it was only for members and or private parties with verified drivers.
The track didn't want to take on the liability of regular people crashing at night.
While I was waiting for my car to refill the other Mcloud came to a screeching halt behind my car.
The door swung open and a guy got out. He took off his helmet and I saw what he looked like. He was the stereotypical handsome guy, square jaw, swept back blond hair, and green eyes.
He, however, had a distinctly smug expression that seemed to leak from his very soul.
He sauntered up to me and said, "I'm surprised that you could afford something as cheap as the 650S. Your driving really is just as cheap as you are. Wearing rags like that I truly am surprised that you could afford to even get a day pass. You should know how to get out of the way of a man like me."
I was just standing there waiting for the car to refuel and looking at my phone. I had only glanced at him before he started insulting me.
However, his insults were, how should I say? Uninspired? Or cliche? Honestly I was struggling not to laugh at him.
I failed, "Haha…" I laughed for a solid minute before wiping my eye and saying, "Man, that was hilarious. You did not just insult me like that?"
"Huh," he said with disgust and continued, "You heard me. A brokie like you should be polishing my shoes and begging that I spit on you. Because that would be the highlight of your entire life. Then you could brag that I even spared you a glance. You worthless cretin."
"Wow, look at this guy. He thinks his shit doesn't stink. Buddy no one even knows who you are and if you can't pass, then wait for me to let you. Like a good little boy."
"I can pass you whenever I want, I did as much today, many times. You are just as stupid as you are poor."
"You keep talking about how I'm broke, but it just seems like you're projecting to me. Do you actually even have any money? Or is it all daddy's money?"
"It's not my father's, it's mine!"
"Sure, buddy."
"It is! This is why I can't deal with the lower class."
Around that time the Pagini pulled up. I was half expecting another pompous rich second generation heir to get out.
But I was pleasantly surprised when an absolute bombshell got out. She had crazy curves that were fully defined by the tight racing suit she was wearing.
When she took her helmet off her long blonde hair spilled out cascading all over the place.
Her beauty was exposed to the world.
I managed to say, "Damn!" I then extended my hand and said, "Hello, I'm Elijah Ambrose. But you can call me Eli."
She shook my hand and said, "You must be new to driving."
"First day driving on a real track, yeah."
"That makes sense. Are you finished pumping?"
Cold! So, cold. I was just going to ask for tips on how to drive better. I am a one girl kind of guy, so I'm really not interested.
"Oh, yeah I am. Sorry, I was getting accosted by this joker." I said while pointing at the smug guy who was now drooling over the girl.
He pulled himself and said, "I was not accosting you, I was just informing you to pull over when I catch up. That's all."
I said, "Sure, buddy. Whatever you say. Anyway, miss, you wouldn't happen to have any plans to come back in the next few days? I want to bring a friend but both she and I would probably need a few pointers. Though she is more of a car person than I am, so I don't know if she really needs any."
With me mentioning a girl she seemed to visibly relax and said, "Sure, I'll be here every day all week."
"Thats great. I'll let her know we have some plans."
"You're not going to ask her?"
"Oh, there's no way she would turn down driving fast cars on a track."
"What about work?"
"Well, we have a business together. So, we can make whatever hours we want."
"Huh, cool. Then I will give you my number. Text me when you get here."
"Sure thing."
We exchanged numbers and I got in my car to head back to Layla.
I drove out of the track area and made my way back to the warehouse. Driving down the dusk roads with my headlights lighting the way and leaves blowing by.
I got back to the warehouse and saw that the guys were still working, they appeared to be half finished, if not a little more.
They started on what, Saturday? Sunday?
I don't remember.
Either way they were making great progress.
I hope they are done with it by Friday, because that is when one of the metal printers is being delivered and I will need someplace to put it.
I walked over to the door and entered.