<b>NAME : TURBO<br/>
LOCATION: COOBER PEDY, AUSTRALIA <br/>
DATE: 18 - 19th JUNE<br/>
MOOD MUSIC : ENTER SANDMAN - METALLICA <br/>
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</div></b><br/><br/>It was 1am and the music was still booming loudly from the garage. Metallica could probably be heard throughout the entire town, yet  nobody would complain. Not because they were used to it by now, Turbo was born and raised in this little town after all. But everyone knew he was going away on a long vacation, something that has never happened before. So the entire town and the two closest ones all brought their cars, trucks, bikes, motor or whatever knowing the only mechanic (or the only one that always got shit fixed) for miles and miles would be gone soon.<br/><br/>Okay, it looked a lot worse than it was, and to be honest Turbo didn't start actually 'fixing' anything until about an hour back. The garage had been overflowing for at least three days now, but he had spent that time drinking, playing games on his ps5, packing and taking naps. He wouldn't have taken on nearly as many jobs even if it took no time at all to 'fix' it. People knew he was good....but 9 cars in one night good, he was giving himself away. Not that he had a choice right now, he had no idea a plane ticket was so expensive! So three days before he was to fly he discovered he didn't have enough money for this trip. So he quickly called a few regulars telling them he was leaving, word spread and soon he was swamped. He took it all of course, who don't want spending money? But now he actually had to fix this crap and he was tired and not done packing and had a flight in 9 hours and....fuck it! He downed his beer then laid his hands flat on the hood of the truck. He could never explain how he did it, but he just felt the dead bit, and then change it, the truck roared to life. Four down, five to go.<br/><br/>He finished around 6am, okay fine. He took a few brakes and finished his game, but he finished and quickly finished his packing and greeted his parents. The nearest airport were 107km away, it would take at least an hour. Well for anyone but Turbo. He could do that in less than half the time.<br/><br/>His good fortune ended once at the airport. Their plain was being delayed do to a mechanical problem. He bet he could fix it, in a few minutes! Hell he bet he could fly it! He just never got his hands on a plane before, he wonders if the Zodiac Forse would let him try it? Fuck he hopes so!<br/><br/>Hours later they were finally in the air and on their way to Rome. Turbo had never been on a plane before, but instead of enjoying the experience he passed out, finally resting after a rough two days. It's okay, he was going to get plenty of time to fly, he was sure if it. He was going to br Zodiac after all!