<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/EQWMuQc.jpg[/url])</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Lisa Yamata</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- Navaro<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- May 9th, 2006. 9:50 PM<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Jason, Jaimie, Terry, Blaire<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Late, not exactly something Lisa was known for when it comes to work or a race. But here she was, that gorgeous, red, RX-7 Enkei making a slow roll toward that large crowd. She came from the east, taking the road from Navarro to the event. Normally, Lisa is one of the first ones there, mingling, inspecting rides, gawking at something or other, having a grand old time. This time, it was different. This time, she wanted to be gawked at, just a bit. So the RX-7 rolled in nice and slow, the glint of the clear coat reflected in the street lights and the moon, the engine revving at the entrance of the crowd. The line danced just before that line of danger on the gauges, releasing to let the sound of the blow off valve silence bits of the crowd, a more effective way to get them to move than that blasted horn.<br/><br/>Foot by foot, that RX-7, void of all decals or markings that would advertise it as the monster it is, rolled up to the familiar group that crowded at the starting line. They could see right through the windshield, there sat Lisa. She grinned from ear to ear, pulling up on the emergency break as she left the engine on, the idle of her car equated to something like a symphony to her ears. Pushing the door open, Lisa exited that car and stood by the open door.<br/><br/>"Goooooood evening." She called out over the car's idle. Lisa looked....simple. She was almost the opposite of Blaire, in terms of look and fashion. Black slacks, black racing shoes (http://racequip.com/images/221_30300XX-P01-RIT.JPG.JPG), and a black t-shirt. The only real difference was that the shirt was....a bit tight for what she normally wore. Brown hair tied back into a ponytail and a light application of makeup over her cheeks, under her eyes, she looked like she was doing everything to avoid making a statement in her look. Although, it did not detract from the fact that she<em>is</em>good looking.<br/><br/>"So, you all playing nice?" Her voice sounded like a kid in a candy store, all fired up and excited. While she didn't see herself getting into the first event, multiple cars on a tack being a bit risky for the state of her car, she was ready to start pushing what her pride and joy could do on the times. She had coddled that car for months, tuned every inch, and now it was time to actually see the fruits of her labor.