<div class="floatleft">(http://i46.tinypic.com/2m4qhz8.jpg)</div><br/><div style="text-align: left;"><strong>Name:</strong> Cori Adams<br/><strong>Title:</strong> The Skills<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Foulweather Bluff<br/><strong>Tags:</strong> Natalie, (Ryan), Rurik <br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Two Fires</div><div class="spoiler_body">First things first, this car is approved by the GMs. Its not a super car, just super unique. Oh yeah, It has two V8's, one under the hood, and another in the trunk, because, yes, a Coupe De Ville's trunk is big enough.<br/>max speed: 185 MPH<br/>assumed horsepower: 470 (engines combine to almost 600, but, it's really fucking heavy, kind of a tank/car actually)<br/>total weight: 5009 lbs <br/>0-60: about five seconds, (depending on well she sync's the engines)<br/>trunk capacity: 19.6 cubic feet<br/><br/>(http://farm8.staticflickr.com/7101/7038520409_fbf60df035_z.jpg)<br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">The Specs</span><br/>1978 Cadillac Coupe De Ville body <br/>2010 paint job body work, new leather interior<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">1973 Chrysler 360 v8  that powers the front drive shaft</div><div class="spoiler_body"> <br/><div class="floatright">(http://i48.tinypic.com/2iuz6ae.jpg)</div>cubic inches: 360<br/>compression ratio: 9.3:1 (adjusted to be higher than company standard.)<br/>assumed horsepower: 295hp (supercharger, and compression adjustments)<br/>-manual transmission<br/>-fitted with a Lysholm twin screw supercharger<br/>-usually used for Dodge rams and other trucks<br/></div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">1968 Chrysler 340 V8 in the trunk powering the rear drive shaft</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i48.tinypic.com/23w5too.jpg)</div>cubic inches: 340<br/>compression ratio: 10.5:1<br/>assumed horsepower: 275hp<br/>-automatic transmission<br/>-lightweight<br/>-double roller timing chain<br/>-high capacity oil pump</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The supercharger</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>(http://image.absoluteastronomy.com/images/encyclopediaimages/l/ly/lysholm_screw_rotors.jpg)(http://i49.tinypic.com/15gwc48.jpg)(http://static.howstuffworks.com/gif/super-charger-13.jpg)(http://i47.tinypic.com/25u0jfp.jpg)<br/><br/>Engine pumps air into blue line, blue line spins right line, right line spins belt, supercharge speed.</div></div><br/>This car would have one ignition on both sides of the steering wheel, two slim gas pedals right next to each other, one brake pedal in the traditional spot, and a clutch pedal to the far left. Add an automatic transmission switch to the right of the steering wheel with three settings: Drive, neutral, and reverse. It would be durable, getting slammed from one direction to the other. Also, a manual transmission for the engine in the front connected to the clutch pedal, and vuala, a car with two engines. With this, she is reluctant to add Nos, but she's trying to save enough money for a turbo-charger in the rear engine.</div></div><br/>Two Fires slammed into gear and screeched away from the starting line, floating on the rear bumper of an Orange S13 that was lined up in front of her. She curses to herself in silence, the rumble of her rear engine catches her attention as she pulls to the left. She looks hard for a passing line, uninterested in losing pace with the race because of slow amateur in front of her. <strong>"I just need to pull ahead of the slow half of the pack, it shouldn't be too much trouble."</strong><br/><br/>She was in third gear with her manual stick, the automatic transmission shifted into fourth early, and she cussed. <strong>"What the fuck?" </strong>Her confusion left her easing up on the automatic gas pedal. Struggling with the synching of her machine already was a huge red flag. Then as she saw a place to pass the orange car in front of her, Taras split the difference between Rurik and Two Fires, and she nearly slid into him, already cruising at an easy eighty miles per hour. Making room for Taras and spilling back over to the left side of the road, the S13 slides with her, blocking her, taking the first few corners too slow. <strong>"god damn FR's!" </strong>she cussed.<strong> "Why would an FR take a corner so slow."</strong><br/><br/>Her engines cut back and forth, doing her best to keep from bumping the orange sports car in front of her. She looked past him, able to see that the other cars in the race had caused this S13 to slow down. She was still irritated. The front of the pack was pulling away, no doubt about that. Taking a look to her right, Cori could see Rurik's car causing damage, speeding passed one or two of the competitors without a challenge. Cori focuses on the next tight left hand corner. With unnatural velocity, she could speed into it and pass theat FR on the outside. Ever aware of Taras' car, she tries to move fast enough, and signal him to the left side of her Cadillac.<br/><br/>Working the turn signal, the stick shift, the pedals, and keeping an eye on Rurik and the FR, Cori succeeded in her move, ending up inching towards the S13's grill. Cori gave Taras enough room to pass the lightweight orange speedster on her left side. Her black beast pushed the fog line of the road, and she slid against the dirt in order to give her friend a good lane. If the FR was afraid of the Firebird, then Taras would float right by him with her. She slammed her manual into fifth gear and pulls into the next few corners at a scary speed. Her sights were on Rurik, and she can still see his Corvette weaving in-between lanes and opposing vehicles.<br/><br/>She watches her speed, and slows down as the racers in front of her close in on her windshield. Cori down shifted to maintain a slower speed and used the brakes as lightly as she could, the boat of a car would pile over any of the other cars in the race. As wild of a driver as Cori could claim to be, she wasn't dirty. She knew that by the time she hit this corner, most of the driver's would have already pulled through it, and Allison would have lost everyone in the dust if her blue machine was in the lead.<strong> "gotta hit this one perfect too. Fuck, this is a tough race." </strong>the field was thick with talent. Even the orange FR that was now behind her seemed to have wanted it that way. Everyone was running a strategy. Cori came into the corner a little too hot, and she knew it.<br/><br/>A natural brake would slide her into the outside of the track, and probably into the lightly dusted forest to the west. "Shit." Cori applied the brakes to switch the balance of weight in the car, shifting forwards she under-steered and then slung herself around the outside, nearly kissing the mile marker that was beyond the edge of the road. She shifted down, and played with her pedals like an instrument. The clutch, the brake, and the gas pedals clicked and pressed in almost a random order and a pace faster than Cori could actually conceptualize. It was all instinct at this point. Her tires squealed, and the car vibrated as it floated over the rumble-strip outside of the fog line. Her back end got loose for a split second to square the coupe with the end of the corner. Slamming each gas pedal out of the corner, Cori's back end fishtailed twice, once in each direction, and then it corrected itself as she nailed the outside line of the turn.<br/><br/><strong>"Whew."</strong> She exhales, veering to the left and off of the rumble strip. She had gained a couple delicate seconds, and she wasn't willing to check either of the orange cars behind her. <strong>"Calm down Cori, you almost went off of the road on the fourth corner."</strong><br/><br/>she shifted back up to fourth gear and tried to keep up with the Corvette that was already vanishing into the distance.</div>