<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>- Driving from the East Bay area towards his place of residence.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 11th March '06 1pm.<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Adrian Farone was in his element. He was driving on a long road that was mostly empty, out in the empty expanse that was the East Bay. He savored the speed, as he knew the traffic in San Francisco would rid him of all of this freedom. Traffic lights were a surmountable obstacle, but he had no way around the other cars that clogged the streets, especially since he wouldn't dare let one of them scratch his car and ruin its aerodynamics. He weaved around the other cars effortlessly as he accelerated and decelerated smoothly, breezing by most of the others car at a speed well above the speed limit. In a word, he was a racer.<br/><br/>At this particular time, he was heading back home after racing around some deserted road to the east of the Bay Area. It was good practice for him, and the empty roads allowed him to accelerate at top speed. Ever since he had been in contact with Jenna, she had showed him to some races, so he had kept in driving form. And now there was this other group that he had met with, featuring a few other people. The prospect of being in a group was interesting to him, and he had joined along with them. Turns out being in a group had some perks that beat racing alone, and he knew instantly that he wanted to have his own racing group someday, with him at the top. For now, though, he stuck with his group.<br/><br/>At the moment, he was going to grab some food to eat. Racing made him hungry.