[Metal Tsubasa]: 95.Driving (A Racing Story).Lost in thought and preperation

Even though he had only been in town for a month or so, Kent had already found himself a semistable lifestyle. Two jobs, one at the car shop and the other at a resturant on the weekends, a fair appartment, and some reliable friends.
He had met Ben when looking for an appartment when he found an ad for a roommate. The two lived together for only a week before Kent found himself his own appartment, but the two kept in touch and Ben was the one who gave him the job at the car shop.
With his car in need of repairs, Kent forced himself to walk to the resturaunt instead of face the humiliation that would be waiting for him if he showed up to work in such a mess of a car.
His boss was a big car fanatic and also helped Kent get into the underground racing circut. He would talk about his prized Mercedies-Benz that he swore he would only drive to work and back home, but Kent could tell that the silver Benz had seen it's fair share of races. Nonetheless, Kent's boss found that he would only watch now, instead of getting involved and getting hurt. Kent would joke with him that he was impossible to touch, which had certainly been the case back home, but here he was like a fish out of water.
Kent couldn't show up to work with his car as it was, his boss would give him far too much shit for it. So for now, he would walk and watch the other cars jealously as they passed by.
His hands now deep in his black work pants pockets, Kent strolled down the street and listed off the cars as they passed him by. Porsche 911 Turbo... Honda Civic... Ford Taurus... Subaru WRX... Dodge Caravan... Toyota Camary... Ford Mustang... Dodge Dynasty... Lexus SC430... BMW Mini Cooper...Volkswagen Rabbit... Pontiac Gran Prix He used to do it simply to pass the time, but now it was a force of habit. However, now it was almost as if he were looking for that dark monster he had seen the night before. It was a BMW, he knew that much, but beyond that he wasn't sure. He should have beaten it, he should have won, not ended up in a ditch with a crestfallen car to contend with.
With a heavy sigh, Kent fiddled with his car keys that sat unhappily in his pants pocket. They clinked quietly together as he walked effortlessly towards the resturant.