“Good lord Sunset, this machine is amazing, just look how beautiful it looks inside, I’m still amazed you got this gorgeous car so easily… was there any part of the story that you omitted my dear?” it was a testament to how long Sunset had known Rarity and the experience as a manipulator that she had on CHS that she heard the unspoken question; she almost sighed knowing that while other may think of Rarity as a big gossiper, she only played the social bee part to extinguish rumors that could hurt others. This time, Rarity was using her abilities as a Queen Bee to know if Sunset had put herself at risk or did anything that could come back to bite her.
“Well, I suppose I could tell you what Mister Discord said to me when he sold me the car.”
“Wait, the same Philanthropist Mister Discord? The man that donated enough money to remake the statue in CHS? That crazy old coot?” Rarity’s face showed the kind of surprise that she felt, after all, it was hard to forget a man that dressed that… nightmarish. Poor Rarity had almost fainted at the way in which the man had arrived at Canterlot High, dressed in half tweet and half tuxedo tails; the fashionista had spent a good amount of time mumbling to her as she rocked back and forth that night.
“Yeah, apparently the car was too perfect to be of use and to tell you the truth; I don’t even want to know what he was planning to do,” Sunset almost rolled her eyes remembering the crazy old coot, but he had good taste in cars and was bizarre enough that wanted to get rid of the RX-7, or maybe he had another plan; with the way her life had been for the past couple of years, it was a must to be a little paranoiac.
I said she almost rolled her eyes because she never took her eyes from the road, no matter how many times she had been through them; this time it was important because the route that she usually took from the main offices of Carrousel Boutique and Rarity’s house went through several roads that weren’t very much at this time of the night. Long time ago, when the city was starting to grow into the suburbs that dominated the south side of Canterlot, the only road was through several hills that made the road resemble a snake, with turns that made most drives stop and decelerate before they crashed against the barriers at the side, or worst, plunged down into an early death. Of course, Sunset wasn’t most drivers.
As Rarity searched through her purse, Sunset saw the first of the many curves approaching; this was a road that many found a complete nightmare, with many people knowing that there was no way someone could use the circuit full of curves and danger at every turn as a racing circuit; people didn’t know someone named Sunset Shimmer. As the first curve to the left approached, Sunset shifter her feet, hitting the brakes and accelerator in the correct order and swiftly switched gears to make the several decades old RX-7 twist and drift across the road, taking the curve, gliding across the concrete as if it were a child’s play; meanwhile, Rarity had taken out her pocket mirror and lipstick and was reapplying a coat to her lips.
For someone who was known to have bouts of drama queen and could scream better than most divas in Hollywood, not even a peep was heard; it was clear how used she was to this scenario that she trusted Sunset implicitly and her mastery of the roads.
“Well, at least this car drifts smoother than your old sedan,” while Sunset had simply changed one Japanese car for another, it was clear the difference in dragging and movement, making Sunset smile a little at what her co-pilot had said; she was right after all, since the motor and the whole package was amazing. Sure, the twin turbo engine may not be as advanced as most modern racing cars, what with four and even six turbo engines, but the acceleration that the car got was amazing, it was clear that Discord took good care of the car.
So it was like this that the two girls advanced through the roads, with Rarity quietly enjoying the view of the city and the lights while Sunset enjoyed the way in which the car shifted around the street in ways that would send most men and women into early cardiac arrest due to the jaw dropping drifts that she was capable making.
Unbeknown to the two girls, was that the road was not as lonely as they thought and that while most riders simply shied away from the crazy circuit of Mustang Hills -yes, that was the name- there were some that found their home in those hills and curves, sadly, they were the laughing stock of those that were part of that clandestine world known as Street Racing.
While it was true that challenges on their territory were serious tuff, the truth was that the Robin Call Driving Club was pretty much pathetic, with racers with very or no experience whatsoever and only drove because they had the passion or the dreams, but none of them with real talent to answer the challenge that had been issued that night by a yellow Porsche that drove free across the hills.
“These guys are a joke, they don’t even have the guts to appear tonight, well, seems that my brother won’t have to think too hard in a way to beat this circuit,” the young man named Turbo Carrera smiled in satisfaction, that was until a pair of headlights appeared in the distance, quickly gaining on the Porsche “well, it was time the others of the team caught up with me,” of course, he was referring to the rest of Turbo’s team, sadly that was not the case “wait, that’s not one of ours, is it a GT? A stingray?” whatever the case may be, the car quickly was right behind him, shadowing his every move with ease, but as the car was about to move to the side with clear intentions of leaving him behind he quickly blocked the mysterious car.
Inside of the Mazda, Sunset Shimmer and Rarity LaBelle watched as the driver of the car in front of him blocked their way and were sickened by how rude the driver was.
“Really, was that necessary? I know some uncouth savages don’t like it when others are driving, but this is too much.”
“Tell me about it, what’s the problem with this guy?”
“Oh well, I hope you can leave this brute behind us, I do want to get some beauty sleep this night,” Rarity all but pouted making Sunset smile at the reactions of her friend; still, the driver in front of her was a danger considering the road.
Meanwhile, back on the Porsche 718, Turbo was almost freaking out when on one of the curves, as the other car once again caught up with him doing another perfect drift, he recognized what kind of car was tailing him.
“Are you kidding me? An old FD? What kind of driver is this? Doesn’t matter, after this next curve there is a sharp left that could bring you to your death,” so it was like this that Turbo slowed down, letting the RX-7 pass him as he stood gawking in surprise “wait, is the driver crazy? Doesn’t he know the road? The sharp left is coming!” but just as the curve was close to them, the RX-7 veered right, seemed to lose control and then, did the most amazing thing Turbo had ever seen “it can’t be… INERTIA DRIFT!” just as it seemed Sunset had lost control of her car, she regained it and with the inertia gained from her action, the car made a drift so sharp that it took the sharp curve as if it were nothing, leaving Turbo behind, who by this point had stopped his own car.
He stood there, watching the quiet streets in sheer disbelief at what he had seen; to be able to do a drift like that, it meant that the driver not only knew to perfection every single curve and bump in the road, but the sheer talent that it must have was staggering.
“Was that a ghost that I just saw? That guy did feint and used the inertia to make the perfect drift, what kind of driver can do something like that? I suppose… tonight was my lose,” and as Turbo remained there, pensive about the way in which he had been defeated, both Sunset and Rarity were none the wiser of what their actions meant, igniting a path that started right there, in the Mustang Hills and would be felt all around the country.