<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 SF Crew pits<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>-9:59 pm - May 9th,2006<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Pietro , Adrian, OPEN<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Miyo had taken herself away from the situation. She had given Adrian one more tender look, and then her back was turned. She walked toward the starting line, but it wasn't straight. She made way to the side of the ride first, in order to let some time pass, and to gain her composure. She would have to look Blaire dead in the face again, and she wanted to be ready for that moment.<br/><br/>Morgan and Brett were done with Pietro's car, and the hood was closed with the engine idling. The lights were left on, and the hazards were blinking. It was a ready signal. Ironic, the two low members on the pole looked like they was knew that he was going to be racing in the first event the whole time. Aurora went over to her car, and she pulled it into the lighted section of the garage, after all, she was up in less than twenty minutes. Natalie had been on the phone for a long time. She seemed to be staring down The Eternals right through the back of Pietro's skull. The woman was too excited for the race to continue her conversation, even though the topic of the phone call revolved around the event. With an intentional limp in her step, an idyllic image of perfection approached her counterpart. She seemed as distant as she always had, just interested in Pietro enough to reach out and stroke his upper arm.<br/><br/>"Your wagers are handled, and they're moving. The odds are stacking in your favor. I think the garage is tipping people off. Was that Miyo's call. It's working against us." She was cool, quiet, private, sensual and as far-off as as comet.<br/><br/>Miyo's Honda S2000 sudenly fired up and spit itself to the starting line. But, Miyo floated passed the Highway 101 sign, and she slid the car sideways with her e-brake. The sound of grinning chalkboards and rattling joints gave that away. She flicked on the brights and the hazards. In the next moment, she had her door swinging open, and she climbed up to the roof of the car, as if it were a stage.<br/><br/>"Welcome to Navarro!"<br/><br/>Her girlish voice raised above the sound of the diminishing engines and most of the crowd turned toward the small Japanese girl on top of her car like a goddess. She had charged to the starting line only moments after Chris Anderson decided to pull his car up first. Joseph Coder had vanished from the starting line, and the lights of his 240sx were glowing. Smoke poured out of his exhaust. Terry didn't even notice, he was still locked onto young Ms. Simmons, waiting for her tender lips to move again. A lot seemed to be moving at once.<br/><br/>"I am Kobayashi Miyo! Or Jennifer"<br/><br/>She had a thick accent with each name, one Japanese, one American. Her jacket hid her modesty. But, her short shorts were showing off her pussy. She stood with a regal flare. She was proud, and this stunt had encouraged her enough to forget about Blaire and Adrian for a moment. She loved to be in the center of attention like this. And now, even stereo's were being turned off to make room in the audio space for her frail chested shouts.<br/><br/>"I represent the circuit-mountain team from San Francisco. And although we find ourselves away from home, we've prepared this event, and in turn. I will begin the race. This is a traditional mountain pass Dead Start! the participants will line up side by side, and they are only allowed to accelerate after the countdown. First one to the finish line wins, flat out. One racer from each racing team shall be allowed to take part in this first event. Also, if there are any challengers from the sideline."<br/><br/>Miyo stopped and looked directly and Chris Anderson, realizing now that it didn't belong to any of the racing teams she knew to be present.<br/><br/>"This road has enough space for six cars to enter at the same time. So there are two more open slots."<br/><br/>Jenna stayed on top of her car, watching the patterns unwind with a mischievous grin.