Start Small, End Big.

First Lesson

Liam's heart raced as he stood next to his Veloster N, feeling the weight of Barrett's expectations on his shoulders. Barrett was a seasoned street racer with a reputation that preceded him, Liam was obviously going to be nervous. Barrett leaned against the hood of his WRX, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

Barrett: You ready for this, kid?

Liam nodded, trying to mask his excitement with a confident grin.

Liam: Absolutely. I've been waiting for this my whole life.

Barrett chuckled.

Barrett: I can see that. But remember, racing isn't just about speed. It's about control, precision, and strategy. You'll need more than just raw talent to make it out there.

Liam listened intently, absorbing every word.

Liam: I'm here to learn, teach me everything you know.

Barrett pushed himself off of his car and gestured for Liam to take the driver's seat of his Veloster N as he walked towards Liam's passenger side and got in.

Barrett: Alright, let's start with the basics. We'll work on your cornering technique first. Smooth and steady wins the race, remember that.

As Liam revved the engine, Barrett's voice infiltrated Liam's ears as they approached a sharp turn.

Barret: Ease into the turn, feel the weight shift, then accelerate out of it. Let the car become an extension of yourself, a driver is nothing without the respect of his car.

Liam focused on Barrett's instructions, feeling the rush of adrenaline as he navigated the twists and turns of the empty road with precision and quickness. Liam smiled with every successful turn realizing that he may have a massive amount of potential that the street scene or maybe even the world would ever see. After a few laps, he pulled back into the starting point, a grin spreading across his face. Barrett approached the car, nodding approvingly.

Barrett: Not bad for a beginner. You've got potential, kid. But there's still a long road ahead. Are you willing to put in the work?

Liam met Barrett's gaze with determination. He wanted to be a racer and nothing would stop him from his dream.

Liam: I'll do whatever it takes. I want this more than anything.

Barrett put a hand on Liam's shoulder and looked at him smiling.

Barrett: "Good. Because this is just the beginning. Next time, we'll work on your timing and reaction speed. You'll need lightning-fast reflexes out on the streets. For now, let's call it a night too much practice can be bad believe it or not. The best practice is when it's the real thing really, but regular practice is still important"

As they packed up for the day, Liam felt a newfound sense of purpose. With Barrett as his mentor, he knew he had a chance to achieve his dreams. The path ahead might be challenging, but he was ready to embrace the journey, one lesson at a time.

* * * * *

Liam spent the following weeks under Barrett's tutelage, soaking in every piece of advice and technique. Their lessons took them from empty parking lots to the winding country roads of Montreal , each session pushing Liam to improve his skills and understanding of the art of racing. One evening, as they stood overlooking the city skyline from a quiet hill on a winding road , Barrett turned to Liam with a serious expression.

Barrett: "Listen, kid, I've seen a lot of racers come and go. But there's something about you. Your hunger, your dedication... it's rare. You've got what it takes to make a real impact in this scene."

Liam's eyes lit up with excitement and gratitude.

Liam: "Thank you I couldn't have come this far without you."

Barrett nodded. "But remember, the street scene is unforgiving. It's not just about winning races; it's about earning respect and staying one step ahead of the competition. You'll face challenges and temptations, but you've got to stay focused on your goal."

As they descended the hill one night, Liam's mind raced with thoughts of the future. He knew that the road to becoming a professional racer would be fraught with obstacles, but with Barrett's guidance and his own unwavering determination, he felt ready to take on whatever lay's ahead. The street scene was about to witness the rise of a new contender, and Liam was determined to make his mark.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, back at Liam's house his parents are seen talking to each other.

Ava: Hey, honey, have you been noticing how late Liam's been getting home nowadays? I'm starting to worry.

William leans on the kitchen island sipping a drink.

William: I dunno really. I couldn't tell you hon. I mean he comes home with such a big smile and I really don't wanna ruin that for him. I just hope he isn't doing anything too crazy or bad.

Ava: I know I raised him better than that, but, I mean, he's a different kid, he's unpredictable.

William: I know, but, that smile, I know my son, he wouldn't come home like that if he was doing something he really enjoyed. I know he's big on that whole racing thing but my dad would've loved his drive and I can't do that to him. He may be gone but I know he's up there looking down and begging me to not ruin Liam's dream. I mean, the best thing I could tell you hon, is to wait and see what all these late arrivals lead to. Who knows? Maybe he's on the path to becoming an amazing racer.

Ava looks worried but smiles.

Ava: Well, I know my Liam, he probably isn't doing anything crazy crazy but it's still probably crazy. Hehe.

William chuckles

William: That does sound like Liam. Hehe.

Ava: Well, we'll see. I'm off to bed hon. bonne nuit (good night).

Ava kisses William as she walks off and heads to the master bedroom preparing to fall asleep.

William stares intently deep in his thoughts.

William: What are you doing Liam? What are you doing? Probably practicing hehe. He does have that spark.

William puts his drink away and heads to bed trying to not worry about Liam too much.