<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRpxgz6aRPpHJ-kqMBHg3i-TDQIhclCfucOhQLIYevqFrboXlw1)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Chris Anderson </span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>-Near the Starting Line<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>-9:47<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>-Open and All<br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/>Chris had arrived early enough to get his Supra near the starting line, he hadn't yet gotten out of his car or like so many others popped his hood, picking up the postcard he turned it over and there it was just like every other time, the time date and place along with a lipstick kiss and a line from an Eurythmics song, the rest of the package that had appeared suddenly in his car one morning two months ago had been disposed of, in truth Chris had almost decided against showing up , he didn't do other peoples agendas , equally he respected talent and who ever had left the package had not only by passed his cars' security but that of the garage his car was stored in tens of thousands of dollars worth of the latest and greatest in home and car security and not even a beep was surely talented, the woman who owned the garage was pissed.<br/><br/>Putting the postcard on his passenger seat Chris looked at the crowd, everyone seemed to be trying to stand out , by being different just like everyone else, except perhaps for the Cowboy who seemed completely out of place, a small smile touched his face, at least there would be food. Then he saw a familiar face Natalia, his sometime employer, he'd meet her shortly after arriving in California, a friend of someone he'd done similar work for in Texas, she paid well , he delivered,  moving valuable items from their 'unwilling to pay debts' owners to Natalia , of course these owners had their own resources and Natalia preferred to avoid unnecessary entanglement , he'd often been chased normally by high powered cars driven by shit drivers, but every now and then he encountered someone who understood that driving fast involved more than a heavy foot...those chases could be fun.<br/><br/>Taking a deep breath, Chris got out of car and into the fresh air, some nearby heads turned but Chris was an everyman and a look at the Supra was what many of then no doubt craved, he disappointed quickly as he walked into the crowd, this wasn't quite the world he'd planned on when leaving New Zealand but it was the world he'd made for himself, racing was what he knew, all he'd really ever wanted to do, Chris smiled suddenly, whether it was WRC, F1 Nascar or street races they all attracted women who liked speed and being fast got you laid.<br/><br/>