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Jan Vic would’ve loved this.

Nala closes her eyes.  Takes a moment to breathe.

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Expands her ribs.  Suspends disbelief.

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Inhales Love.  Exhales Peace.

…Missing home sweet home…

With eyes still closed she looks, and finds, and feels, and sees, within her memory links; intimately familiar and comforting scenes:
Rows and rows of mountain-top snow, fluffy clouds, open grass, frosty leaves, and tree-lined walls.
There’s warmth from the sun on the roofs and the rust; and the night sky stars are like freckles.
And throughout the day, and all in between, she could hear a perennial breeze on empty bottles; rustling the butterflies and landscape around her.

Vic’s there, alive and well, leaning on the elbow-worn fence post.
…She remembers that day…

<<<    Say what now Shug?!  Why do people jans even have hobbies?  Hehe, well chucks Nally-girl, that’s another question I can only kinda answer. 
For me, its always been mountain muddin’ the truggy. 
Ain’t nothin’ like, fine tuning your wheels and gears for spinning donuts on dirt puddles I tell you what…     Oh!  And crawling up walls of rocks without flippin’ on your back’ like an angry turtle! 
…it just calls at you from inside as good fun i guess?…  And when you finally do succeed you know what you do? 
You let a cheer out!   You shout Gee Haw Whammy Diddle! 
You know, hehe, as you do, because driving isn’t as easy as it looks…      …and, i guess i’ll never know why I had that hobby…   
…but i do know i’ll take you muddin’ someday and shows ya! 
See if it’s fun for you so you can go ahead and tell me what you think, how ’bout that now?…  >>>

The memory turns hazy as Vic fades out as a shadow figure into a red mist abyss.

The feel good moment is fleeting, love is being replacing by longing.

Something’s not right, where am I again?

A dulling throbbing pain is growing in Nala’s foot; cold-pulses are finding their way up from the clean porcelain floor to her brain.

There’s occasional happy shouts and a loud hum of open convos seeping in.

She opens her eyes back up and squints; to the big screens and bright lights hanging from the ceiling all around them.
Crowds of motor-power enthusiasts and auto-curious folks fill the place with occasional cheers and hoorah’s.
It smells like nacho cheese, air conditioning, and fresh rubber in this expo.

One monitor has fast cars racing in circles, with panicky passengers in helmets and pads clutching their jesus handles.
Another has trucks scaling impossible walls of mud, with guests in padded interiors, clutching on for dear life as some of the trucks tumble off and fall on their backs, laughing and screaming.   

Yet another screen showed oversized monster trucks, and a line of people and furries excited to try the experience.
These are all open-learning classes that are happening in real time, nearby, outside of this facility.

“Are you okay Nala-nala chan?”
Genosha tugs at her friend’s sleeve, impressed by the sights,
“It’s a bit much, huh?  Everyone here’s a wrench nerd, even the furries.”

Nala’s blinks twice and her shadow and mist are completely gone.
She wipes her eyes, and smiles appreciatively while balancing herself on her crutches and one good foot, “No worries no worries”, as she digs into a deer-skin purse Navarro gifted her, “It’s time for me to take two pain medys’ and i’ll be feeling better fast-fast.  Everyone here’s so happy, this place is nice with so many nice jan teachers and learners”.

Xavier eyes are wide and his canines are grinning big time, feeling right at home in this kind of school-meets-playground environment.

The massive Charlotte-topia Nascar Hall of Fame building and convention center was converted into a school house of vehicles and engines; decked out with ultra realistic virtual reality training arcades and hands on physical demonstrations.

The place was a center hub for all things engine culture; from electric to rocket to internal-combustion.
Key mechanical functions and concepts behind most modern machines of air, ground and sea are broken down, built back up, and challenged freely here.

They make their way into a different show room where there’s tables of people presenting relevant racing engine and transmission concepts against the wall areas, while on the inside of the room there’s a large arcade circle.

Making up the outline of the circle are car simulation machines, spaced closely together with their attached: screens, VR Goggles, chair, steering wheel, and pedal-shifter-NOS kits facing inwards.

In the inside of the circle are monitors of the current track and POV’s of the drivers, and social tables full of fresh snacks, fruit, juices, and sodas.

There’s short lines and longer lines behind the different racers, due to the expectation that the top 3 racers don’t have to give up their seat after a race ends.

Colton points through the crowds, “Theeeeeere he is, let’s go check him out, looks like he’s wrapping up a sim-race.”

The group queues up quietly behind the racing rig next to Colton’s friend, who’s deep in virtual tire burning action; drifting into corners and blasting out in straightways.

“He’s cool, we like him”, Colton continues to brag about him, “He’s one of the guys that helped build these sim-arcades and donates his time every Sunday to teach kids how racing works.  He’s pretty good at it, I really like this guy.”

Colton adjusts his wrist watch and continues, “Oh, and by the way, I’ve noticed a lot of you furry guys get caught off-guard with some things we say, no need to get alarmed!  It’s just that, some of us guy friends have like, i guess, a kind of mean girls attitude and relationship when we’re competing and bonding and…     …ehm..    you guys would say, lawa pili?”

Before anyone could reply the race ended.

Colton’s friend made 1st place and the 12 yr old kid in front of them got 2nd…     …and really isn’t happy about it.

“Yo, WHAT?!  No no no – I boosted perfect, i saw it!-  There’s no way, I was in front of you the whole time!  That wasn’t real, you fkn cheated!  I hate this stupid game!  CHEATER!”

“Mah dude, you got drafted.  It’s not game-genie, it’s just a little wind-voodoo, I love talking about it, it’s when the air is displaced by the vehicles, creating a vortex, and you move towa-“

The kid is beat red and throwing a tantrum with his fists in the air, “Fk you, that’s a lot of fancy words for CHEAT-BOTS!!  You ain’t nobody, BIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIITCH!!!!!!!”

Jeremiah “Big Time” Burton.
Bio-engineer.  Mechanical-enthusiast.  improv-comedian. 
Former stonk flipper and fashionable mustache rocker.
Makes his own sodas for kicks, and does other quirky things, in-between innovating in the fields of higher efficiency performance engines.
Highly respected gear head in the area…
…that can also play Jazz on the saxophone.

“KID, ya FKN lost because YOU SUCK!!!   Yo shts WEAK son!!  Like your CHARACTER!  Where’s your crew at?  GO CRY OVER THERE! Not here, we got more stu-“

The kid isn’t hearing it, “Yo Mikey!  Let’s bounce, I’m done talking to this cheating idiot, let’s try-“

A 10 yr old kid in a small group in the center snack area claps back, “Fk you Jerry ya whiny wha-wha CHODE!   I saw that ass-whoopin you just got, sht was LEGIT, have some FKN GRACE!!!”

A sheep furry also yells at him, “Come on Jerry, that wasn’t a good look-look.  I can tell you what he did, I’ve been practicing drafting.”

Little Jerry stares angrily back at a snickering Jeremiah, who’s trying to hold back a laugh,

“You heard them, so let’s have it.  You’re grown enough to talk that smack, but you ain’t grown enough to-“

Jeremiah catches Colton in line behind Jerry and immediately switches his act, “Oh, eh-hem, well well well, look what the ca-“, Jeremiah looks over considerately at Genosha while trying to resume sounding menacing, “I mean, well well, look who flew back in town.”

Jeremiah puts his fingers together in his seat like a villain, “What brings you back to this neck of the woods there bandit?   That 8 second time drop from last time left you feeling unsatisfied or something, you here for some revenge sht or something…?”

Colton, also in a change of character and slightly deeper voice, moves up and supports the little boy, “…Your turns up, and rage quitting like you doing is embarrassing to all us serious gamers out here”, Colton points the kid back to his crew, “you should go with your friends or whatever, looks like they got some sense they wanna share with ya…”

Colton pops his collar and tries to sound suspenseful while looking at Jeremiah, “Now scram kid, get yourself some gluten-free chips or something, I gotta score to settle with this fake-ass Rohan Campbell.”

The kid does an angry squeal-scream into his fists and gets out, muttering to himself and running back half crying to his friends. 

Jeremiah sits up a little higher in his chair, as Colton eases his way into the now empty sim seat with style, and negotiates.

 “I got some important friends that need to be on their way, now-ish not later-ish, capisce? 
They got sht to do somewhere else cross-country on the topia belt and their metal gear needs a tune-up…”

Colton lays down the bet right away, “Race you on it if you got the cojones.  I win, you help us fix up a sweet ass Toyota truggy.  I lose…”, Colton snaps his seat-belt into place, activating the screen monitor in front of his steering wheel, “…i’ll finally drink that crappy red bull knock-off you make…”

Jeremiah energetically contemplates the gamble narrative, “awwwwwwww sht, what’s this bandido!!!?  What you think, you can just come up on my spot, to my house, and get this crown?  I feel bad for your friends trusting you to help like this”, 

Rolling his eyes, Colton replies, “You talk a big time game for a guy who’s 2 for every 3 I win, i don’t see how-“

“I want the sky king shirt,”  Jeremiah is stern, “you know which one.  Also, you drink the pink-bull regardless, as an acceptance fee and, because, how dare you.  You game or not?”

Colton involves Xavier, “Yo fammy, people like this are all about the hustle, let’s go ahead and give him that look and throw up them gang signs I taught you.

Xavier and Colton give Jeremiah a mean mug look with two thumbs-up each.

Jeremiah struggles to stay in character and not laugh, and gives out an eye twitch and sneer instead.

Colton sets in stone the agreement, “Your terms are accepted.  I win, we work on the truck.  You win, you get to rock the coolest shirt in town…    …and either way, i try that nasty over carbonated sugar concoction you call a drink…    …just letting you know though bro, I ain’t losing today.”

Colton goes for the grey 1967 Ford Mustang “Eleanor” edition avatar on the selection screen.
It’s a beefy, sexy looking car with a wide rear.

Jeremiah squints at Colt, “You don’t scare me…”, he points to an almost full cup of water on the cup-holder from the sim contraption, “I’ve only been perfecting the initial D strat since last time, just gonna call my shot’s up-front and let you know I expect to drop you at 16 segundos this time amigo”

Jeremiah keeps his turquois VW Golf MK3 car sleeper skin.

Colton scoffs at Jeremiah, then turns serious at the random track that popped up, the threat just got real.

The map is a German castle theme racetrack, his opponent’s favorite.

Jeremiah scoffs back with a fake german accent, “oooh, looky the wittle wee man scared now, ja?”

Colton responds in kind, “Yo guys”, Colton looks behind his shoulder, “Looks like this fool want’s to play some pre-game psych war-fare on us, trying to punk us out of a win before hand, you see what he did there?….”

Colton’s pit crew of Nala and the kiddos nod their heads, they noticed.

“But he ain’t intimidating at all.  Yo X, just like we planned bro, play the message…”, Colt then looks over to his opponent, “tough guy eh?  Here’s a little something I picked up from Sammy”

Xavier plays the song loudly on his phone; a piano note immediately kicks in before the chorus.

”” …   ♪   It’s been a looooooooong day, without you my friend,

oh I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again   ♪   …””

“ah gee wiz man…”, Jeremiah’s reaction is instant and he starts tearing up, “i can’t believe you punched that low, that’s-”   

Colton smiles and cuts in, a little watery himself, “You’re WRONG son!  This is what you call a fkn TRIBUTE!”

Nala and the kiddos try to listen in to the lyrics, hoping to understand what’s got the two guys so emotional all of the sudden, but are quickly interrupted.

An all hands on deck alert goes off letting everyone know the race is readied up.

They both struggle to wipe off their faces with their sleeves as fast as they can, as all the circle racers are lined up and the machines count down.

” ¡ Der Start ! “

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…   “Von null auf hundert in zwei Sekunden”   …

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“Fünf”

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“Fear”

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“Drei”

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”   ¡¡¡    LOS GEHT’S   !!!   “

Tire screeching noises, smoke clouds, and exhaust fire-popping 

Both competitors kick it into high gear, Colton rides a 100% mario-kart timer boost while Jeremiah has to capitalize best he can with an 88% launch off, and compensated by gently releasing some of his own nitro boost on the initiating straight away.

As the curves start bending and the road becomes invisible in the horizon, they both pump clutches and smash their shifter sticks like precision freaks, maintaining steady control of their vehicle avatars while their tires screech and glide through twisty roads.

Both competitors are tuned in in their seats, in their own unique flow state, as Colton holds his steering wheel like a pilot; while Jeremiah handles it with his elbows out, like he’s on a dirt bike.

It’s early in the second lap and Colton maintains a solid lead.

“You know why you gonna lose this one Bandito?!”, Jeremiah boasts out loud.

“Why big time why!?”, Colton shouts as he negotiates his vehicle through another apex, Jeremiah hot on his wheels.

“‘cuz you ain’t got no strats!”

Jeremiah flipped a suspension related switch that lowered his vehicle slightly and pressed a button that adjusted the rear fender on his VW Golf model, simultaneously predicting and allowing the two cars behind him to get in position ahead of him.

“ADVANCED AERODYNAMICS SON! YEAAAAAAAH!!  GO BABY GO!!!”

Jeremiah re-opens his boost valve while he leverages an invisible draft tunnel from the three cars ahead, taking advantage of a small gap they allowed on the inside of a curve, effectively blasting past them and Colton while he’s yelling, “KAH-LEE-AH!!!!”

Colton bites his tongue and keeps his composure to try to maintain his 2nd place lead, as he calculates Jeremiah being at least 3 seconds ahead in the game now.

Colton’s second place didn’t last long at all, that sudden turbulence had cost him and he couldn’t avoid being passed by the other skilled racers, and got bumped down to 5th in a brutal scene; his Eleanor is fender-to-fender along with the majority of the other racers packed close, fighting viciously for their rankings, dangerously and unpredictably nipping into each other at insane speeds.

Everyone recognized this bad situation, an immobilizing crash will boot you back into the lobby, so driving so close to each other is supremely risky. 
Some other racers are already getting out of their seats and giving up their place to the next person in line as they didn’t survive the ranking wars.

Jeremiah confidently shouts at the kiddos and Nala, who are quietly holding each other and biting their nails in suspense, “So the most important part to know about racing is that the most efficient way from point A to point B is a straight line, see those checkpoints?”

Jeremiah maintains a strong lead early into the 3rd and final lap, his footwork is flawless and graceful, compared to the other drivers, especially Colton, who’s chairs rocked and swayed aggressively.

“The goal is to stay as close as possible to those imaginary lines between checkpoints, while keeping the speed as high as possible and your head cool”

Jeremiah’s car continued to elegantly display the strategy as it leaned slightly outside of these imaginary road lines and drifted before curve entries to maintain speed around the corners; the water-telo in his cup swirls gently back and forth, never spilling a drop.

Colton shouts out back at him, it’s now mid 3rd and final lap, “True dat true dat, but you know why you gonna lose this one!?”

“Bro, it’s over!  You won’t get it”, Jeremiah gently opens and closes more on the valves of his Nitro tank, slightly increasing his lead even more.

Nala and the kiddos don’t think Colton’s going to make it neither, Jeremiah is alone in first place and does not have to fight with cars and seems to be little by little getting even further ahead, while Colton struggles to survive against the other cars. 
It was smart of Jeremiah to get his lead early on and keep it.

Colton’s stubborn about it, “LOSE!?  ME!!!???  Say that again, but this time put your mustache on the line!

“Make that two shirts, you’re on!”, Jeremiah’s VW Golf’s lead place at this point is clearly impossible to reach, “SEND IT, WHY!?”

Colton smirks, “I got something better than yo’ pixy-glide strats!”, Eleanor just barely manages to avoid another crash and still maintains a 5th place, “I got years of ADAPTIVE EXPERIENCE with JET-POWAHHHHH…”, Colton laughs maniacally, “…AND….     

¡¡¡¡¡FAMILY!!!!!”

He pumps the brakes slightly while in a curve, moving his vehicle to the outside angle, going against the line rules and adjusting his car’s nose away from sane driving expectations…     …and the road.
Other cars passed him as he winded backwards into 7th place, mid curve almost edging out until he found the perfect alignment, to which he then opened up his NOZ tank full throttle.  His screen flashes a red/yellow; “Warning!!!  Danger to Manifold”

Colt’s Mustang blasts forward head on onto a discreet off road wood ramp tucked behind a checkpoint; launching Eleanor like a rocket above the other vehicles on the final straightaway , his screen shows time and space around him stretch into a blurry line as he slams back into second place right before the last 2 curves in the game to the checkered finish line.

“PUUUUUUUCKER UP Y’ALL!  IT’S GONNA GET CRAY-CRAY!!!

Everyone is in disbelief, Xavier and Genosha loudly cheer him on, only appreciating that he’s now in 2nd and cleared the Tasmanian car fight.

Nala, recognizing that there’s no way Colton’s going to be able to do anything but go straight and crash into a guard rail as the upcoming U curves were going to be too tight to receive his inertial speed, shouts out “be careful jan!”

Jeremiah sees Colton rocketing in through his rear-view mirror and knows what Nala suspected,

As he smoothly enters the first curve apex with surgical precision he shouts out, “HA-HA!  It ain’t gonna be that though!” 

Colton clutches his responsive steering hard, “OH YES IT IS!!!

The mustang never shut it’s NOZ tank, and Colton treated the high performance vehicle like a cheap skateboard as it dug the vehicle’s right side suspension into the inside of the curve, grind-gripping onto it the full half-moon, then violently switched and repeated the hat-trick onto the other side, destroying the suspension as it gripped the other inside curve ark and blasted through that to, right behind Jeremiah who’s micro seconds away from the finish line.

A unseen before fully boosted double slingshot play.

The whole room erupted in a frenzy of cheers.

Colton didn’t make it into first place…

…he crashed through it.

The kiddos are cheering and hugging Colton. 
Nala is still processing what just happened, the raw mix of elegance and chaos and line rules, leaves her forever intrigued.
¡¡¡Geeeeeeeeee Haw Whammy Diddle!!!

Jeremiah laughs in admiration, his lap is wet from his water cup spilling on him.

The kid Jerry is by the exit door, clapping and shouting loudly,

“HEY ASSHOLE, HOW’D THAT NUMBER TWO TASTE!  HAHA!!!   EAT SHT AND SUCK IT LOSER!!!”

The kid flips Jeremiah double middle fingers and laughs obnoxiously before his fed up friends remove him from the facility.

The group laugh at the memorable experience as the racers leave their machines, giving up space for other racers.

They make their way to the middle snack tables, have a seat, chill out, talk about the race, and get to know each other better.
They even find out that Jeremiah used to have a pet possum named pepper when he was younger. 

Jeremiah assures them, “Win or lose I would’ve done it anyways you know?  Colt’s fam-bams are fam-bams of my own, always.  Oh!  Here,”,  Jeremiah fetches a pitcher of ice from a machine nearby and adds to the juice drinks Nala and the kiddos served themselves, “some ice for those drinks, we ain’t savages here”

Looking down on Colton, Jeremiah pulls a pink-bull can from his pocket and gives it to him.

“You serious!?  You keep one in your pocket!?  The hell man, what kind of a-“

“Less talky talky and more drinky drinky, and no ice for you!”

Jeremiah taps the top of the can hard with his finger multiple times before opening it with a satisfying pshhhhhhh sound and a little bit of fizz before handing it over to Colt.

The can says Pink-bull gives you wheels.  theres a logo of a bull with wheels instead of legs. “Pink-bull gives you pop!”

Colt takes a sip and squeems his face up, “uuuuuuurgh, well, it tastes just as bad as the original i’ll give you that and being piss-warm isn’t doing it any favors…    …I’m proud of you son, but i fkn hate this drink.”

“yeah yeah, that’s good to hear, finish up now, nobody likes a welcher.”  Jeremiah smiles in satisfaction seeing his friend trying out his stuff, “Let me know next time you wanna race, i’ve been working on a new drink, it’s called, do it dude, mountain-shrooms.  ah?  ah?  catchy or what?”

Colton laughs, commits, then takes this opportunity to bring Jeremiah up to speed, “So we got ourselves a 1987 Toyo-truggy”

“I’mma need more than that, what model?”

“Aaaa…     “, Colton brings up his phone and checks his notes,  “Toyota Surf E-YN61G.” 

Jeremiah whistles impressed, “that’s a rare one, if i’m not wrong, it’s pretty much a Hilux frame with a closed forerunner body…  pics?”

Colton shows him pictures, a two door white truck with a lifted suspension, stock rims on mud-track tires, a black fiber-glass canopy over the bed, and three blue race lines of different shades decorates the side doors towards the rear lights.

“niiiiiiiiiiiice,  I like what I see.  She’s almost mint, that’s art, that’s quality.  Who’s the-”   

Colton quickly cuts in seriously, “Drop that part and let’s forget about it cuz”, and continues with the dilemma, “She’s got one of them ugly kinds of check-engine lights, my crew gave it a quick look, we narrowed it down to a weak cylinder…   for starters.  The indication is that her engine needs an over-haul; the previous owner was doing a lot of makeshift work to keep her together”

Colton put’s his finger up as he pauses from speaking and chugs the rest of the pink-bull drink.

He wipes his mouth with his sleeve, burps, and resumes, “I was hoping we could talk about recycling the old engine, and swapping in one of those fancy-schmancy new vanity engines you’ve been working on.”

“Eh-hem, it’s Vane engines, and how much time we got?”

Colton, the kiddos, and Nala all look at each other.

Genosha speaks up, “we’ve all been thinking we should be ready to leave in around 3 weeks?”

Jeremiah assures them, “That’s good then, drop-by anytime you like.  We can get it done in about, 2 days, I’ll call in some favors and should be able to get a 3 man crew on this.  we don’t mind helping, but we avoid doing engine work for people who won’t at least get familiar with the basics.  Like, we’re all about fishing for you, but also teaching how to fish at the same time.” 

Colton agrees with that point, “there’s more cars than people in the world, everyone should know how an engine works, ain’t that right?”

Jeremiah perks up, “Did someone ask, how does an engine work?”

“Ahhhh snap, that’s right, I totally asked ya!”, Colton starts techno beatboxing, Jeremiah warms up into the groove and times himself, “well, it’s really easy when you got the principles of it down; it goes, like, this”:

Jeremiah does a goofball singing and dance routine with his face and shoulders while Colton points out a nearby Engine outline showing the intake, cylinders, and exghaust manifolds separately.

♪Suck, squeeze, bang, blow!♪
♪Suck, squeeze, bang, blow!♪
♪Suck, squeeze, bang, blow!♪

♪Gas it up and watch it go!♪

♪Suck, squeeze, bang, blow!♪
♪Suck, squeeze, bang, blow!♪
♪Suck, squeeze, bang, blow!♪

♪That’s the way an engine flows!♪“

Everyone is amused, snacking happily while being enlightened.

Jeremiah brings it back home, “Seriously though, what happens inside of an engine is crazy, we’re talking about explosive vapors, high pressures…   …at engine levels, you have to start thinking about oxygen as am O1 liquid that’s more explosive than the more complex gasoline hydrocarbon links.”

The kiddos and Nala nod their heads at him, stupified and curious.

Colton adds to the lesson, “And hey guys, you know what keeps it all together?”

Xavier yells out, “Gravity!”.  Genosha yells out, “Magic!”.  Nala joins in, “metal shapes welded and bolted together!”

Colton and Jeremiah nod in surprise.

“I was gong to say harmony…”, Colton admits.

Jeremiah continues the thought, “…and I was going put up a cinnamon to that and say, synchrony…”

They both share agreeingly at the same time, “but what y’all said is also true.”

Jeremiah entertains Colton’s fam-bam furries further, “So Xavier jan, I gathered you like rockets?  And Genosha jan, you like recycling?

The kiddos nod their heads in agreement.

“Then follow me right this way please, and bring all these soda canisters with you.”

Everyone holds on to their metal trash and follow Jeremiah through the different areas of the expo.

They pass a haircut place where the grooming is done like a pit stop.  The visitors would pick one of the haircut styles from a picture they liked and carried it with them.  In an industrial fashion, normies and furries would line up to an available chair, where a barber would pump up their seat and cut a rough outline of the hair style on the picture.  Once done, the wheeled chair is moved to the next station, where they may get cleaned up and faded if needed.  The guest would be wheeled to an appropriate stations after that, either to shampoo their hair, dye it, curl it, etc.  On the final station, the barbers and stylists will throw a towel over the guests shoulders and do some fun quick karate shop massages.  Many of the kids liked to make believe they were race car drivers when done and make vroom-vroom noises back to their crews with their fresh cuts.

They tour on to another room, a large glass hallway that shows on both sides a sealed-off and heavily sterilized environment, where people inside are wearing head-to-toe cleanroom suits and working with highly sophisticated microchip processor and semiconductor making machines.

In another wide open room with venting fans, bio-diesel is being made from used canola oils.
Everyone is experimenting with measuring the fuel density to confirm 
Jeremiah chimes in, “I admit, I love this room.  So the quick skinny; biodiesel is made through transesterification; we add alcohol, like methanol, add a catalyst, like sodium or potassium hydroxide, and viola.  You get biodies methyl esters, and a glycerol byproduct.  Separate the two, filter out any impurities, let sit a bit, and then it’s off to be a part of the suck, squeeze, bang, blow cycle.”

Colton adds as they continue on to the next show-room, “And for those who are curious about the energy powering this building, we got a mix of solar power on the roofs, and underground they added some big iron/salt battery containers.”

“Aaaaaand here we are”, Jeremiah walks them into another niche show-room in the facility that is more dedicated to non-traditional engine designs.
There’s a table with another volunteer teacher that has a small collection of concept engines made from common recyclable parts.

Jeremiah points out, “check it out”.  Xavier and genosha both exclaim, “no way!”

Nala and the kiddos get to touching and holding and exploring the little soda can engines on the table.

Hero’s engine is a little steam ball.  There’s a sterling engine.  a triple AAA battery with a circular magnet underneath it, spinning a copper wire between the poles,  and even a jet engine.

“Y’all ready to build one?”

They all get to building their own engines using their trash, with active assistance and question answering from Colton, Jeremiah, and the table teacher.

Nala build a small sterling engine, Genosha created a steam-spinning Hero engine, and Xavier made a jet-engine complete with fans.
Colton quickly took a AA battery on a round magnet, bent some copper into a spiral, and made a spinning engine connecting the copper wire to the opposite polarities.

Walking out, satisfied from their facility visit..

FIN FIN FIN

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glasses.  

trebuchet.  benny the jet urquidez

Nala, what do you like?

Nala says, she wants to be able to make the most of Vic’s car, she wants to do spinning mud donuts and crawl over obstacles, even walls….
…and wants to learn more about racing, maybe even flying.

let me know when you are ready.  escorts them out.  they see the cars racing on the outside, the mudwall.

She says she wants to be able to help with the car and do that.  pointing at the mud.

Jeremiah laughs, haha!!!   nice choice, your wish is my command.

heads out, they are on their way to the paintball field.

before, they used to race for best driver, we still got that, but more importantly we do it for engineering and software advancement.  We built our own chip facility.  we got in cohoots with gamer nerds and us gear heads needed chips that can keep up with our tuuuuuuurbo!   some of these chips we created were used for the deus machina rockets. 

well, a few months before it started raining cats and dogs and…  flying pigs and horses and… fkn buffalos..  anyways, they  needed a solution for all the aircraft that they keep hitting us with.  so we created the rocket net.  the world literally controls it, see.  their missiles that can open up and tangle up and control land satelites into the ocean.  we used them to knock major military and spy satelites down, and since it’s always active, it serves as a threat to all jets from the eagle eyes to the fwhatevers.  i mean, it was a big deal.  this is what’s been holding back the enemy so..  he stretches, hate to braaaaaaaaag but, just doing my part.    now..   if i can only get a date.  …tried to get along with bees in the forest plastic containers…   got stung twice already.    i create my own competition.  williams engineering.  new engine “envy?”.  hows your plane designs going bandido??

as a bio-engineer he brags to genosha about the purity of his bio diesel.  my philosophy, what we advance here can help out there.  desmo sauce.

jeremiah has a stash.  rohan campbell.    that’s a honda civic   with a ducati engine swap….   i’ve seen crazier things.  improv on stuesday.  stims on sunday. 

there goes someone’s tofu…     …and an afternoon of carpet cleaning.
say it.   …you’re kung fu is the best…    …say the full one.   you’re kungfu is the best roadblaster.
it’s alright, turbotastic.  yeah yeah, your turbo, the greatest racer ever.

the ai beats us in the sims…   …so now it’s a contest, man vs ai to sharpen our skills fast.  it’s still a tool for us.

toyota wars. 

 in the distance there are trucks pulling vertical weights.  The cars are mobile homes and mini factories. 

they play video games all day?  yeah, nobody cares.  thats their world, not hurting nobody, .  

urned the suburbs, over half of pop, into suburb jails.  80 percent of americans dependant on cars.  cars were used to break.  use money, transportation, communication, and food independence.  illlegal to build any other way.  repaired track.  work and recreation in one place, living in another.  cultural wastelands.

so the concept of a third place is where we socialize.  hang out, have fun.  spaces are your awake time.  1st is supposed to be work.  2nd is your home.  third was outside of that.   so here, we put all places in it, security and food.

Hair is collected to clean up oil.

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