
Your story
You've never thought it would end up just like this. It supposed to be
a little scam, just one car behind Patron's back. But somebody must
have grassed on you... Damn snitch! You had to escape, and what was
worst about it – it was not the police who was after you, but your
buddies, almost your family.
One by one, the cities on the map of your runaway were just short
stopovers. Patron's people were hot on your heels, like hounds. But in
the end, even the best dog can loose its trail...
That city was different. It was really huge, taxi drivers didn't know
the location of all streets. In the labyrinth of narrow lanes, among
shabby stocks and old factories you've finally found your asylum.
The money you earned from being a newbie joyrider were melting faster
then ice in hell. You were aware of the fact, that one day it will run
out and you would have to choose between finding a regular job or
joining the gang and doing what you were born to: stealing the cars
and racing. The second option was risky: you were known as a
wheel-virtuoso; the information about your appearance would spread out
immediately and Patron would set his dogs on you again. But the
perspective of regular job was also quite nightmarish for somebody who
never earns this way :)
However, there was an solution of this problem, sprouting up in your
mind: one of the biggest junk yards in town was just few turnings from
your 'apartment'. Most of the cars were rather useless wrecks there,
but when you're lucky, you could find a real pearl. You counted your
cash once again: 'For $5000 I can buy some car and even the second for
parts' – you thought, and, putting up your collar against the whipping
rain, started for the junk yard.
It probably wasn't the beginning of a new perfect life, but still
exciting - under one condition: the car you were going to buy would
have many, many horses under its hood!
