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THE PLACE: On the late night streets of Anywhere, U.S.A.

THE SETTING: The scene starts out at a meeting place where the racers come to talk shop and deal their wares. Challenge each other in friendly competition to a match between raw power and steel, mental preparedness and lightning fast reflexes, the pure endurance on cutting edge street speed. Then, when all the challenges have been agreed upon for the night, the true test begins as the scene migrates to the stretch of favored road, usually a short, straight, unpopulated shot of pavement with two or more lanes present. As the two speed demons of the night line up on an agreed mark (starting line), a third person comes out between the two towers of muscle and prepares to give the signal. Tension mounts as the inevitable start is prepared. Engines rev loudly into the night sky, fighting off the chill that lingers in the air. The smell of high performance racing fuel fights for control from all other aromas. The use of Nitrous Oxide believed to be a determining factor to the outcome of the race. The signal is given. The tires squeal at the sudden thrust that comes through the transmission. Those iron pride testaments to yesteryear roar off the starting line in a cloud of burnt rubber and spent carbon monoxide. The race is a-foot. The tension gets thicker as the RPM's accumulate. Each driver competent in their abilities to reach that finishing point first. Competent in all their hard work on their souped up engines to put out that extra little bit that can make them king for a night. Hoping to be praised by their peers as a true feat of engineering marvel. And to the loser goes another minute of experience, realizing that little flaw that forced them to take second. Their hearts race as fast as their pistons pump. That finishing line coming up, determining the victor. That moment in time, due upon them in only a mere couple of seconds. The taste of victory so close, one could reach out and grab it. The pure hunger of victory, or the heartbreak of failure. After all, the line is drawn, the challenge made, the effort made, the answer "Go For It!" called. Time for that fateful click of the second hand to be made. CLICK!!! The winner in the left lane is...