<div class="floatleft">(http://i50.tinypic.com/2433ybd.png)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">GM Post</span> -Feat. Miyo Kobayashi</span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- The Starting line<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>-9:46 pm - May 9th,2006<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Pietro , OPEN & ALL<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The Starting Line was a giant green and white sign that read 'Highway 1 - 13 miles.' It was anchored to the ground on both sides of the road, hanging over twenty feet into the air. It looked like a miniature next the ancient trees beside it. The clouds were covering the crescent moon, and travelling slowly. But no rain would fall. The temperature was climbing even as the sun collapsed beside the finish line. The party had started, but not every driver had shown up yet. There must have been close to a hundred people standing around the highway sign. Kobayashi had had her eyes on half of the people in her crew. Representing San Francisco was much more satisfying than she thought it would be. Cars had been flying up and down the highway for the last two hours. Most of them belonged to locals, here just practicing their technique before the race. It was a good feeling that most drivers didn't have all of the time.<br/><br/>There were almost two dozen radios plotted around the area, over eighteen of them were lined up along the track. The rest were dispersed in alert areas, looking for unaccounted risks like cops or civilian cars. Miyo knew that some of the cops in Mendocino had been paid off and bribed to ignore the race. But that only made her more aware of the danger. It was illegal to race in this country. Some places in Europe and Asia didn't have road laws. Those who arrived knew the risks that came along with participating, besides the actual danger, most of their cars were not street legal. It was Miyo's job to make sure these drivers escaped with out getting fined and sent to jail.<br/><br/>She wasn't dressed for it though. It felt like she was wearing tissue paper. Her 'denim' vest stretched like elastic, and it held her breasts like a bra would.  Her white and red shorts were nothing more than firm underwear. They were made of elastic and something artificial, as light bounced off of her rear end and her hips, it reflected like a chrome paint job. She had red New-balance shoes on, her socks were high up to her knees, blazing white, it looked like they had never been worn before.<br/><br/>She had hitched a ride with Natalie to get here. However, since, they had separated, and communicated via cell-phone. Miyo preferred a radio, so she carried one of those as well, tuned into channel 12, every spotter on the track, and every lookout was there with her, she had an earpiece plugged in, but no microphone to relay messages back. Her phone had been shoved into her cleavage, but she had to carry her radio in her hand, it looked like a walk-man to the naked eye. Doing her best to mix with everyone there, Miyo had gathered which teams had arrived, who had driven on the track, who was driving what car,  and how fast they were taking every section.<br/><br/>The fastest car by that time had been a 240sx driven by Joseph Coder of the North Stars. He was known for performing early in the night, and choking at the end, so it was no surprise that he had the fastest lap during the exhibition runs. His time was 7:43, covering each section in just under two minutes. The course record was rumored to be 6:23, so Coder did not seemed satisfied. He immediately started to pace as he walked out of his car. The north starts were still waiting for Terry to show up, their leader had a late shift at work that night, but he was supposed to have been there by this time.<br/><br/>Miyo had called Adrian, Aurora and Pietro to give them the news. Coder's last run had been at 9:23, her phone had been quiet since then. Miyo walked to the starting line as a Mustang from 2001, and an Acura fired off of the line at the same time. The smoke from their tires covered her, and she squinted to watch the headlights disappear up the straight away. She wished she could follow them. That was the problem with watching a long street race like this, spectators only get a millisecond of the race, it's impossible to watch the whole thing without cameras.<br/><br/>It was just another reason to carry a radio, corner by corner, it was the radio man's responsibility to inform the rest of the crowd.<br/><br/>By Miyo's calculation, that crowd was almost 2,000 people. Half of those people had cars that could compete. A good portion of the them were bunched together on every corner, the other half were split between the finish line and the final mile and a half of road. Miyo had taken two or three trips down the track that afternoon, the road felt like it was ready to create something special. There was a group from up north as well, they had been seen on this road the whole month of April. No one knew if they were going to show up, but rumor said that if they did, they wouldn't lose a single event.<br/><br/>This was a big night.