<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Burnout-Clint.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Clint Shaw</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8644358#msg8644358)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: Nissan 240sx (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/a8/Clint-240SX.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>: Blue Levis boot cut Jeans, Black cowboyboots, White cowboy button down shirt, Stetson<br/><strong>Location</strong>: Starting line - Heat 2<br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  Heat 2, Housemates<br/><strong>Listening</strong>Country music coming out from his own sound system<br/><hr/><br/>The streets cleared and people watched on as the four cars took off! Clint was only able to catch the start and end of the race but people were calling in who was in the lead and who was falling behind over the radios. It was only a few minutes but the wait felt longer. Finally the first car came out of the 8th point and it was Marcellus. Clint and a few others in the crowd broke out in a cheer as the rest of the cars appeared and finished off the heat. Heat 1 was over, it took a few minutes for the next one in which he would race.<br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><br/>Heat 2</span></strong></div><br/>Clint gave his housemates a nod before he vanished into the driver's side and pulled up to the line. He looked to his left and spotted a ford focus and its driver. Lots of the people looked unfamiliar to him, he was new to the scene but the guy in the focus looked like he was some barista at starbucks down to his hipster glasses. Past the Focus he spotted a cute looking redhead in a Mazda Speed 3, he should paid more attention towards the car but he was trying to make eye contact and send the cutie a wink. The lady looked over and just gave him the mad dawg, even rolling her eyes at the tip of his hat! Rude! Clint turned to his right and saw his reflection. The windows of the Dark Blue WRX were tinted out and its driver did not seem interested in a meet and greet. One of the scantily clad ladies stepped onto the road and prepared to signal the start of the race.<br/><br/>Clint raised his own windows and put his head in the game. All four cars revved and waited for the signal. Tires schreeched as gears were shifted and the four cars took of! Clint's 240sx and the WRX were beat on peel out but Clint had his reasons. On the first pull he moved wide and took the turn so smoothy it was clear his strength was in turning. The WRX pulled ahead leaving him behind but by the 4th point it was the WRX and 240 leagues ahead of the other two cars!<br/><br/>The WRX and 240 raced neck and neck out of the turns, but the Blue Car always pulled ahead as its horsepower and traction remained consistent. The 3rd and 4th car were not even an afterthought but the cars they had to avoid were and at the 8th point he gambled on a spot he thought he could squeeze into but failed, giving the WRX the lead on that turn. Clint could either risk his car or hold off and he did, the car he almost smashed into nearly drove off the road but the damage had been done. Second place, it was not bad but his shot in the final race was gone and most likely his pants if Star won her own heat.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Clint hated to lose but he was not a poor sport. As he parked off to the side he stepped out and wished his housemates good luck before saying.<strong>"Damn I need a beer after that."</strong>He grinned from the adrenaline still pumping through his system.<strong> "Good luck darling, its first place or a pair of heels and not much else for you."</strong>The cowboy gave Star a wink before he looked over towards the rest of the housemates who were not up as he weighed the pros and cons to a turbo kit.<br/>