<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>-9:56 pm - May 9th,2006<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Pietro , Adrian, OPEN<br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Miyo didn't feel like she belonged. She was well aware of the fact that she did, but everything was working against her right now. She had never been this confused about a race before. Her guts were defected. She couldn't trust them.<br/><br/>Natalie had appeared out of the darkness near the back of the pit area. She had been circling game for hours, and this was where she lied in wait. She didn't announce herself, but she knew what she had done. Her dress appeared to be more white than it had been before. Her cell phone was against her ear, she was speaking softly.<br/><br/>Miyo took a short glance her direction and imagined her own bank account growing for a few seconds. Then she stood in awe, looking up at Adrian as if he was standing atop a stage, working on a grand machine, or stationed in the seat of a king. She loved him. She loved him deeply. It was the kind of passion that songs were written about. She hated him, and it made her groan in anticipation. The affection that she had for him was difficult to process, and impossible for her to ignore. However, she did well at it most of the time, sparing him cold shoulders and icy stares to cover the heat. For now- Her eyes were treasonous as well. She looked at him with longing, inspired by his drive, and his persistence & his disregard for pressure and stress. She wanted to be just like him. She wanted him at her side.<em>'He would do better if I was with him, even in the passenger seat of a race.'</em><br/><br/>She had a job to do. So, her focus snapped quickly, and Miyo reminded herself of her duties. They were near her car. She had changed inside when she had arrived. Her coat was resting on the roof. She wandered over, and tossed it onto her shoulders. Her arms glided through, a western duster. The coat was a hard leather, made for riding motorcycles in circuit races. It was fitted for a child. It was still too large on Jennifer. "So who's racing!?" She sounded angry. "Our Ace is Adrian. We hired him for races like this, Pietro. We have to beat these bitches first or they'll have too much confidence in the time trial. Then, it doesn't matter who we send at the rx-7."<br/><br/>The dust settled. She wanted to say that his Bugatti could be replaced. If Blaire raced, if Blaire crashed the Bugatti on purpose. It could be replaced. '<em> Any car can be replaced.'</em>No. Miyo was worried about the driver.<br/>