Thread: Driven to the Edge [Blu and Driven]

The following morning, Lara had risen considerably earlier than she wanted to, sweating as she switched the Fox's tires to a set of drag radials. With that done, she loaded the vast majority of her tools into the large white enclosed trailer that was already hooked up to an older model F350 and then pulled the Fox on as well. It was something she rarely did the sight of the bulbously wide tires on the old Mustang tugged at buried memories that squeezed at heart and tear ducts. That Mustang hadn't seen a regular drag strip since her father had handed it over to her after he had gotten sick... She brushed the memories away, made sure the car was appropriately secured and covered and then closed and padlocked the door and then headed back into the house once the shed was closed to shower and change. Once she was changed into a pair of denim shorts and tank top, she grabbed a banana from the counter on her way out the door and jumped into the driver's seat of the diesel truck. She drove with the window rolled down, letting the still-cool morning air dance with the wispy strands of her light brown hair that wouldn't be contained by the braid. Her mind was only half-occupied by maneuvering the rig around the mildly busy streets. The other half chose to dwell further on the night prior. She had no idea what would happen to those from her group that had been caught. Well, she had some idea, but whether or not they would be questioned and what they would say was completely unknown. All she knew was that she had to be careful, and despite the fact that what she was doing was a bit of a poor excuse for hiding, it was the best she could think to do for the time being. She shielded a yawn with the back of her hand before shaking her head quickly and turning up whatever miscellaneous song was on the radio. She wasn't really listening, just needed the extra noise. By the time she pulled through the open back gate of Pony Pete's Garage, the weathered face of Peter Rogers appeared from one of the bays, eyebrows high and an amused smile on his face as he watched the young woman carefully back the trailer into line with two others. By the time she was satisfied with the placement and had hopped out of the truck, he was only a few steps from her. Well, well, well...if it isn't little Miss Donovan. Up awful early for ya day off, aren't ya? Have a little trouble last night? He had known the stubborn girl her entire life. Not knowing what she was up to on the night before her days off was an impossibility. She rolled her eyes and threw an arm around his waist in a half-hearted hug before moving to the back of the truck to unhitch the trailer. I put the radials on...and you still have the extra plate registered to you, right? He chuckled and shook his head. Just for you. I'll go grab it. Lara hated leaving that car anywhere, but there was only one other place she could leave it in good faith. Ryan had been her father's best friend and had taken it upon himself to keep an eye on her and even keep her employed...not to mention supplying her with a few things here and there as necessary. She was beginning to feel like she was taking advantage of him, but whenever she brought this up, he waved her off. He'd never had any children of his own and needed a daughter to spoil. With the license plates switched and the trailer secured she leaned against the truck door. I have a few errands I need to run today. You need anything? He shook his head and swatted the tail of her braid off of her shoulder. Nope. Enjoy your day off. I'll keep an eye on 'er for ya. She smiled lightly. I'll probably be back later to talk about maybe increasing steering angle... Her eyes twinkled mischievously, her mood lifting considerably as he groaned and rolled his eyes. Get the hell out of here with that drift shit! Go do your errands! he snorted as she laughed, climbed back into the truck and headed on her way. She would figure out a plan of action later.