<div class="floatleft">(http://static.hudl.com/users/prod/471835_1f2c7efec39b45fda0c8752ff24a9e3b.jpg)<br/></div>Name: Bastian Leclerq<br/>Age: 18<br/>Sex: male straight<br/>Status: Loading the car.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Bastian threw the back door shut, and looked as everyone got into the car. "please remember your seat belts people, I'd hate to be stopped by the Polizei on a fine day like this." As Kat popped his ass, he looked at her quasi indignant. "Watch the merchandise toots, and yeah I'll be careful. Wouldn't be at all polite of me to go crashing us into a ravine after all" He wasn't worried about it though. He'd been driving cars since he was big enough to reach the pedals, even though he of course couldn't get a license until his eighteenth birthday. And then there was the Rover. The custom car was built like a tank, it sure had the size of it, with the extra row of seats in there, but between the enhanced v8 and the work on the transmission, the thing handled like an Italian sports car. The thing could go over tightropes.<br/><br/>As everybody was in the car, he got in and looked around. Okay guys lets get this baby going. Oh, by the way, there's some beers in here and some wine coolers and breezers. Water and sodas as well." He patted the little fridge that was installed between his seat and Tom's. He noticed this morning it was surprisingly big as it held thirty bottles. "Tom, I hope you don't mind passing them out?"<br/><br/>He strapped himself in and started the car. Immediately the sound system came to life and Lords of the boards (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ETPo6hOo9E0) came blaring out of the speakers. He looked around and shrugged at Kat. "It fits doesn't it. As the chorus hit he started to shout along as he slowly drove the car off of the driveway, and onto the main road. "With the lord of the boards you'll come and get around, With the lord of the boards, go mad like a clown." As he turned into the city he smiled. "Alright I'll make a straight line for Frankfurt we can have a pit stop there." A straight two hundred miles, but once3 they were on the autobahn he could do a hundred easily.<br/><br/>He looked over at the group and smiled. This was going to be an awesome week. He wondered about Kat's challenge though. She was incredibly competitive. If he made it too easy, she'd be upset, but if she did beat him she'd be happy. And well that was worth a hundred euros for one of his oldest friends was it not? Though whether he'd be able to live down her gloating was another question entirely. Plus, making her give him a back rub would be fun as well.