<div class="floatleft">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQsZZNUqc5dBD2DxWHAnYlJZIzW7rt8C8oz5D1BAyzo3dT9oepB)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Adrian Farone.</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- The starting line.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 9th May '06 - 9:50pm.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Pietro, Miyo, Open.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>That silver Bugatti was actually driving down the road at a surprisingly slow pace, well slow for Adrian at least. Adrian was humming to himself as he listened to the music blasting in his car, and he couldn't very well listen to his music if he had his engine pumping, could he? He had had this song stuck in his head for days, and it was bugging the hell out of him. Oh well, at least he'd have a race to distract him, he thought.<br/><br/>He finally pulled up near the starting line, where there was quite a bit of commotion as everyone was getting ready for the race. He wasn't at all concerned that he was late. Late to the starting line and early to the finish line was his kind of style. He actually drove in pretty quietly. Normally, he liked to drive in with his engine revved up and his tires screeching, but he thought that there seemed to be enough commotion around here today without a dramatic entry by him.<br/><br/>He didn't usually like the pregame chatter that happened. Not that he would be bothered by anyone's talk. When he raced, he was completely locked into racing, and forgot about everything else that could impair his racing. He simply didn't care about all the smack talk that went on before hand. He figured he was probably going to win anyway, so why waste his time on it? Besides, that song finally seemed to have gotten out of his head after he had listened to it for the hundredth time.<br/><br/>As he stepped out of his car, he saw Pietro and Miyo over on one side. He walked over to them calmly. "So, is the race starting soon or what? I didn't get here this late so that I could wait for it to start, after all." he said, with a chuckle, as he surveyed the other cars that were around. Looked like this was going to be a hell of a race, from what he saw, including that North Star group. He was looking forward to a fun race.