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[[ Holodeck 4 ]]
Mason smiles as Trisha enters the holosuite.
"Hey!" She leans against a
Christmas Red '69 Charger and pats it affectionately. She
looks like a throw back to an old, 1980's television
show in her white shorts, cut-off Kansas City
Chiefs T-shirt and Tennis shoes. "I'm ready to go...let's do it!" She
casually tosses her long French-braid over her shoulder. She
grins as she gestures towards the dirt road, sliding her classic Ray-Ban's on
as she lays out the track. "Down to Turner's field, over the
Trisha chuckles at Mason's words, "Looks like you'll be
eating Crow." She
turns, dressed much like Mason with her hair pulled back
into pigtails
instead of the normal bun type. "Computer, add a
metallic black 1969 Dodge
Charger with a 440 Magnum engine and the doors welded shut,
and a black
helmet with two way radio. Make a red one also. And,
Computer- Lock the
doors, no entry allowed." She smiles as the car appears
and tosses Mason her
helmet. She climbs through the window of the car and puts
her helmet on.
"Computer, add the character Luke from the ancient
television series "The
Dukes Of Hazzard and have him be
the starter." She smiles as he appears and
holds up a blue flag and tells them to get ready. She starts
the engine and
adjusts her helmet then looks over to Mason and smiles,
"Good luck Mase!"
She yells into her headset. ((Crego))
Mason laughs and returns the sentiment. "Good Luck Trisha!"
She starts
her engine, winks at the cute Luke Duke and slips into
low...loving the feel
of the powerful engine in her hands. Though not as big as
the black
monster's, she didn't have to be more powerful when you had
a quality driver
behind the wheel. As Luke brought the flag down, Mason stood
on the
execrator and easily slipped from second to third as she
leapt off of the
starting line. She new she could get in front of the beast Trisha
drove but
keeping her there with that much power behind her was going
to be tricky. She
laughed with pure delight as she sped down the lane.
"Eat my dust, Crego!"
((Farrel))
Trisha revved up her engine, keeping it in neutral with her
hand on the
gearshift waiting for Luke to drop the flag. Her and Mason
had been using
this program for years and they both loved it. Each time
they'd change the
layout of the race, but it was always in the same location. Outside a little
old southern town. She watched Luke as he dropped the flag. She slapped
the
car into gear and hit the gas. Mason pulled away to start
and Trisha slips in
behind her, waiting for her chance to pass her friend
without causing either
of them to crash. "You know when we reach Turner's
field you're mine." She
spoke into her headset. ((Crego))
Mason nodded as if Trisha could see her and then spoke into
the radio
headset of her helmet. "I know, I know...but I have the
advantage at the
bridge. As long as I can stay on your tail, I'll take you at
the bridge."
Mason changed gears once more and almost cursed as she hit a
soft spot and
lost control, giving Trisha the advantage to pass, and pass
she did!
"Dagnabit!"
Mason tried coming around the black car only to be stopped as
Trisha cut her off. "Nice move." Mason downshifted
and slid back behind the
black Charger, waiting for her chance at the bridge. She
couldn't help but
smile...she loved this program! It was almost as good as
using their own
cars back home, only if they crashed here, no one got hurt.
"Don't forget
the cows at the end of the field or you'll wind up with one
in your
passenger seat." Once more she attempted to pass Trisha...((Farrel))
Trisha laughs at Mason's words and looks at her in her rear
view mirror.
"Not to dusty for you back there is it?" She keeps
her foot to the floor and
swerves to block another attempt of Mason's
to pass her. She grins as they
near the end of Turner's field and turn to head toward the
bridge. She spins
the rear end of the car around and back straight against the
turn, kicking
up a huge cloud of dust. She looks in her rear view mirror
again at Mason
somewhere in the dust cloud. "You're gonna have to
catch me first if you
think you'll get me at the bridge." ((Crego))
Mason had been expecting, what she had dubbed years ago as
"The-in-your-face-eat-my-dust-you-suck" move...She
knew she had only a
second to get by her and went low, risking being slammed
into the water as
they neared the bridge. She downshifted and felt the car
growl beneath
her... "Easy...easy...get by her and I'll put you back
in stress-free gear."
It had to happen while Trisha was coming out of the
fishtail...and did. "Oh
yea!" She rubbed her right front fender against Trisha's black
beast as she
passed and then slammed the pedal to the floor to get across
the bridge
before the black car did. "Watch that ugly black paint
on my pretty red
car..." She came off the bridge and gave the wheel a
hard left...kicking up
dust of her own. "Close your mouth or you'll wind up
with more then dust in
it." ((Mason))
Trisha laughed and slid in right behind Mason, inches from
her bumper.
"Don't get any of that red paint on my nice shiny car
or you'll get to
repaint it by hand." She kept right on her tail,
waiting for the right
moment to pass her. A moment Mason would least expect.
"That cow looked a
might close as you passed him back there, got any spots on
the side of that
cherry bomb?" ((Crego))
Mason laughed easily and shook her head. "Not yet,
thank you. I drive
better than that." She turned the wheel to the left to
make the turn onto
McDowell’s road and lost it. She spun completely around just
as Trisha passed.
Mason easily downshifted and brought the big red machine
back under control,
but the wrong direction. "You suck Crego!" She
laughed as she spun the
wheels and turned it back around. She was frustrated that
she had lost that
much ground but knew her lighter car would make up for the
bigger engine's
power. She floored it and gave a shout as the back tires
spewed gravel from
the force of the spin. She jumped back onto the road and had
reached top
gear in a few seconds, power shifting her way through the
lower gears. In
moments she was back in the dust cloud that was trailing the
black Charger.
"I've got you at the turn to Tulley's. I'm not out
yet!" ((Mason))
Trisha watches in her rear view mirror and laughs as she
speeds ahead of
Mason, "Forget which way we were going?" She kicks
up a little dust to make
it harder for Mason to judge just how much distance was
actually between
them. She passes a small old barn she remembers having to
jump one time
because Mason had forced her off the road. "You may get
me at Tulley's turn,
but there's no way you'll beat me on the last stretch and
you know it."
((Crego))
Mason laughed right back at her as she turned the wheel left
towards the
gravel road that makes up the access road called Tulley's.
It was once the
way to get to the old airport but since the highway, it was
seldom used.
What made it dangerous was the drop to one side into a
shallow ravine and
the soft dirt on the other. "I still have a shot! This
road always tears up
your rubber." She down shifted and shot forward just as
they make the turn.
They rode side by side for a few feet until she finally
edged the nose of
her car past the black bumper of the 17 car. "Move you
beautiful red
monster, move!" ((Mason))
Trisha laughed and looked out the passenger side window at
Mason beside
her. She down shifted and picked up speed, inching ahead of
her friend as
they headed down the final stretch. "Keep dreaming
Mase, this road may tear
up my rubber but I'll still have enough to beat you.
Besides, it tears up
your tires too." ((Crego))
Mason felt the road beneath her and smiled. "True, true. but she's still
got fire in her. Watch out, Crego." With that, Mason
downshifted and inched
her way back even with the bigger, black car. They were twenty
feet from the
finish line where Luke Duke was waiving the checkered flag.
"I'm gonna take
you!" Just as her own bumper
crept ahead, Mason blew a tire. To avoid
slamming into Trisha, and forgetting for the moment that
this was a
simulation, she turned the red car away from her friends and
headed for the
ravine. With a horrendous thud she came to a jerking halt.
Dust spewed
around her and she sat in a daze while everything settled.
Holodeck or no,
it was still a jolt to the system. The momentum of the race
carried Trisha
and her beautiful black charger across the finish line. winning once more.
((Mason))
Trisha watched Mason go into the ravine and slammed on her
brakes as she
skidded across the finish line. She scrambled to get out of
the car. She
climbed out the window and ran over to Mason. "Are you
alright?" She
helped her friend get out of the car and looked her over to
make sure she
was okay without waiting for an answer. "Computer,
end program." She
watched as the countryside scene disappeared around them and
turned back
into the gold and black of the holosuite. "Let's get
back to the ship shall
we? You owe me lunch." She laughed and put her arm
around Mason's
shoulder. ((Crego))
Mason laughed and nodded in agreement. "You always win
but at least I give you
a run for your money." She adjusted her tunic after her
racing outfit was
replaced and then the two walked from the holosuite. They
stopped at a
favorite restaurant and sat down, enjoying the time. Mason
filled her in on
the going's on while she was gone and then laughed. "You told Dean
not to
barrel roll the thing, you didn't say anything about
breaking it." She
grinned. After paying for the great meal the two walked side
by side back to
the ship...to return to duty. "Thanks Trisha... I
needed that."
Both women went their separate ways then...The captain to
the bridge and the
doctor to sickbay.