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don’t keep driving

DATE: FEBRUARY 4, 2023

summary: when your morning starts off on the wrong foot, a certain celebrity cuts you off and makes it even worse. this causes you and harry to bicker before he gets on stage, leaving things unsaid. being his security, you were forced to work around him. while he’s performing, harry makes sure to leave you flustered enough to come into his dressing room at the end of the night.

request: yesss

words: 6.6k

warnings: SMUT (f- receiving [choking, slight orgasm denial], degrading, daddy kink, praise kink, size kink, protected sex (consent is not directly implied here, always ask for consent!), dirty talk), language, and loads of dialogue (especially at the end)

note: the timeline here is completely different from his actual tour. i did describe the la night 8 outfit and a few real incidents that occurred from other shows lmao, but everything else is obviously fictional. enjoy!! harry masterlist

famous!harry x security!reader

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You weren’t the type of person that gets irritated easily. Patience was your forte throughout your whole life, meaning you were rarely impatient to the point of madness.

However, unlike most of your life, you were a little more ticked off today than usual.

It started when your alarm didn’t wake you up this morning. You were so tired from the previous night, you passed out on the sofa in your living room. Your phone was left in your purse and therefore, making you frantically get ready this morning before heading to work.

Then you stopped to get some coffee because last night’s shift was a drag. You didn’t want to feel like crawling out of your skin again. You sipped your drink in the car, on your way to work. You nearly spit it across your windshield when you tasted the bitterness. Looking at the labeling, they completely botched your order with a black coffee. Was a vanilla latte that hard?

Setting the burnt-tasting liquid in a cup holder, you focus on driving. You try to keep your calm, hands gripping the wheel harshly. Traffic was packing up, making you later and later for work. Your head throbbed in stress as you sharply inhaled with a scowl on your face. You pressed the radio on to fill the road raged air. The very much overplayed “As It Was” plays throughout your speakers, making you roll your eyes. Once you exited the freeway, all you had to do was get through a few lights. Just a few stoplights and you would be at work.

Just breathe.

A flashy, red sports car speeds past you, swaying in its lane carelessly. It swerves in front of you, cutting you off entirely. You huff, slamming down on your breaks and honking your horn. You thank heavens that no one is behind you as you switch lanes aggressively and smash the gas pedal to accelerate to his speed. You catch up to the vehicle and glare at the figure. You almost couldn’t believe it.

Ironically, Harry Styles is driving with one hand on the steering wheel and the other on his phone. He grins at the small screen, eyes flicking up and down from the road. You both arrive at a red stop light, breaking ferociously over the white line. The sight of his casualness angers you as you beep again. His head is alerted left toward your car. With knitted eyebrows and a death stare, you flip him off.

As he sits frozen and shocked, you accelerate through the now green light, leaving him in the dust. For some reason, a hint of a smile curls on your lips as you roll into the private parking lot. You show your ID card and pull into the security area. In your rear view mirror, Harry follows closely behind you, parking in a different section.

You smirk to yourself, knowing you gladly flipped off none one other than the Harry Styles.

—

You slip through the crowded hallways, anxious from the high-pitched screaming coming from the stadium. The closer it gets to showtime, the more anticipation fills up to the room and leaves everyone on high-alert.

It’s just like any other night.

You worked security at the Kia Forum. Ear piercing screams, blinding lights, and chaotic energy surrounded you almost every night. You knew some people would kill for a job that monitors and guards their favorite bands, and you were immensely grateful, but that doesn’t mean you don’t get stressed out and exhausted by the end of the week.

To add, you worked at the Kia Forum, not for the artist. Meaning, you were not directly affiliated with the band or artist performing there. Many people got confused and begged you for an autograph, but it was rare you talked one on one with the musicians for longer than a minute. Working at the forum helped you to not get attached to certain artists because you got to see a variety of artists every day, so you were never obsessing over one. Again, people would kill for your job.

But out of all the people you’ve worked security for, Harry Styles had to be the… most contradicting and unexpected. At least to you.

You’ve seen hundreds of videos of him online and he seemed like the perfect man with the perfect face. He was kind, charming, and had an old-man sense of humor. His figure was exceptional, making teenage girls fawn over him until they faint (you’ve witnessed it). He’s performed at the forum too many times to count (14 times if you were counting though) and each time he acts the same. Funny. Charming. Delightful. Engaging. Sexy. Emotional. Blah blah blah.

Fans don’t see the side of him that you see. Sometimes, you don’t even think his crew or friends see it. He was one of the only artists that you’ve talked to for more than a minute. And every minute you spent practically spitting at each other, you felt your time being wasted. Truly, Harry was cocky, vain, and couldn’t care less about your feelings. The only appropriate way to act was to deflect his own attitude back at him. You weren’t going to put him on a pedestal just because he was a celebrity; he was a person just like anyone else. You’ve only known him for a total of a few weeks; tonight would be his 15th time at the forum since you’ve worked here. However, the car incident today was your last nerve. Thankfully, this was his last night here before Love on Tour finally traveled out of the country.

Shaking your head, you wash away all of the pounding thoughts in your head. You rush around the back rooms in anticipation and anxiousness. Scurrying through the endless hallways, your foot snags in a random extension cord too quickly to balance yourself. Bracing for the fall, your arms extend out, only to be caught by the man whose name is plastered around the arena tonight. Tattooed arms lift you up to your feet as you try to balance yourself, chest pushing off of his chest. A smirk rises on his lips at your proximity as you roll your eyes until they touch the back of your skull.

“A thank you would be much appreciated,” Harry doesn’t remove his arms from beneath yours, keeping you closer than you’d like to be.

You swallow, green eyes piercing yours addictingly. You quickly glance at his outfit; a pastel pink T-shirt with a sequin teddy bear and blue leather pants. Harry Styles, the image, was adorable, sweet, and sexy— something you could’ve admitted at one point in your life. But since you’ve had your eyes opened by Harry, the real one, your blood boils every time he speaks, arrogance laced in his tongue. He was immature, and his childlike mannerisms crumpled any belief that ever found him endearing or sensible.

The only thing that may be sensitive was his ego, which made Mount Everest look small in comparison. Even though he did somehow manage to make a teddy bear shirt sexy, you would never in a million years tell him that.

“You were in my way,” You grumble, pushing yourself off of him. Your fingers felt the valley of his abs through his shirt as you brushed over them swiftly. Swallowing thickly, you stand in front of him with a locked jaw, acting like you didn’t just feel down his torso.

“If anythin’, y’were in my way—”

“Oh, sorry, did I ruin your makeup? Boo hoo. I didn’t ask for you to catch me!” You taunt and shout, eyes furrowed in irritation.

“Think I’d just let you fall?” His tone was surprisingly soft, and in some way, convincingly genuine, but you ignored it.

“Yes, I think that’s exactly what you’d do,” You click your tongue as your eyes bulge from their sockets. Harry’s nose flares while his lips are pursed tightly together.

“That doesn’t make me look good though, does it, darling?” Now, he tries to act soft, sweeping some of your hair to the side. You swat his ringed fingers away in disgust, infamously rolling your eyes. The trace of his fingers left a burning trail on your skin.

“And texting while driving does? Let’s all hail Harry for being such a great role model!” Your arms cross as your eyes roll dramatically for the hundredth time this minute. “For all I know, you were probably sexting some French model.”

Harry instantly remembers a few hours ago, when he was driving unsafely near the forum. He continuously stared at the adorable video on the screen instead of the road, accidentally cutting you off when he swerved into your lane. He cringes at the memory and your comment. As you spin away from him with annoyance sizzling off of you, he grips your elbow and swings you around to face him again. Your body twirls irritatingly too close to him as he holds you tightly by your elbows.

“S‘important,” It wasn’t really. It was just a heartwarmingly sweet video of his Goddaughter getting her nails officially done for the first time. He doesn’t know why he pulled you back toward him. He knows you didn’t like him and would rather breathe poisonous chemicals than the air surrounding him. But for some reason he needed you to know that he wasn’t texting some French model.

How did he mess up that bad?

“Sexting is more important than your life?” Your eyebrows lift as your eyes hang wearily at his dumb statement.

“Since when do y’care about my life?”

“I don’t. I care about other people’s lives. Which you endangered with your reckless driving!” Your shouts echo throughout the halls as the screams from the stands get more noisy and impatient for Harry’s arrival. “You have such a God-complex. Thinking you’re always right,” You grumble with a head shake.

“But if m’not right then that makes y’right, huh? So who really has the ‘God-complex’?” A smirk crawls up his face, arrogance inflating his ego. You huff under your breath, eyes squinting tiny daggers into his soul. Your skin boils with angered heat, fists bawling to contain it.

“Two minutes, Harry! Need you under the stage now!” A crew member jogs and calls for him across the way. Harry sincerely smiles in affirmation as the member slips back underneath the stage.

“Why do you act like you’re so high and mighty all the time? Just because you’re famous doesn’t mean you get to break the law!” You practically spit in his face.

“I break more things than you’d like to know,” He licks his lips with his unexpected innuendo, causing your heart to randomly speed up. His cocky attitude triggered you more than you would like to admit.

“That’s it! Your ego. Somebody needs to humble you.”

“I would say I’m quite humble. You are not.”

“Maybe that big ego is to make up for something,” You fire at him before he could continue to say a snarky comment back. You fold your arms as his face freezes and his words stop. He clicks his tongue as a psychotic laugh suddenly tumbles from his throat. You furrow your eyebrows at him concerningly.

“You are so fuckin’ in for it,” His voice is deep near your ear as he slips past you, jogging away. You didn’t know you were holding your breath until you walked out into the arena, bursting with lively energy and high-levels of anticipation. As best as you could, you shake off the sound of Harry’s voice; demanding, alluring, and almost… lustful.

You approach one of your co-workers, who is also one of your best friends, and greet her with a fist bump. The barrier was surrounded by guards to begin with, so your presence probably wasn’t needed, but the cash was good for a night shift. And plus, the shows were extremely fun, even if they were for Harry Styles.

—

You might not care for Harry, but his fans were something else. Laughter bubbles up in your throat from reading their ridiculous and out-of-pocket posters.

The jumbo-tron pans to a large white poster that says ‘DADDY?’, causing Harry to shift his attention that way. He stares at the sign, holding back a devilish smirk that you knew all too well.

“Yes?” He says, smile breaking as his laughter echoes in the microphone. Everyone screams so ridiculously loud, you swear there wasn’t a single person silent. “All I can say is, yes?”

The fans continue to scream at his taunting and devilish behavior. Your mouth falls open and you gasp, wondering if it’s true or if he’s just doing it for the fans. You imagine using the name in bed, and heat rushes up to your face when you imagine Harry with you. If he was anything like he was on stage, he was probably into edging and choking as well. He constantly “edged” the audience and pretended to choke himself during one of his songs. Your eyes blur as your body begins to sweat from the lewd idea; Harry’s hand around your neck while he fucks you so deep your eyes are rolling back for a new reason other than his cockiness. You curse at yourself and rapidly shake your head because Harry was the last person you should be having dirty thoughts of.

As the night goes on, Harry eventually transitions into “Keep Driving”, which he has been waiting for all night. Ever since you and Harry’s conversation in the hallway, he hasn’t stopped thinking about you. He hasn’t forgotten the way your hand traced his abdomen and how warm your face felt under his fingertips. He especially didn’t forget your little comment. He peers at the back of your head as the intro starts, his hands resting tightly around the microphone. He starts singing, excitedly waiting for the bridge.

You actually really liked his music, and it frustrated you sometimes that he was so annoying because it made it hard to appreciate. However, as a new song begins you face your attention to the popstar smoothly singing the words.

“Passports and footwells, kiss her and don’t tells,” Harry sings, eyes gliding toward yours as he winks. A group of girls screams happily behind you, but you had a strange feeling it wasn’t for them. Your heart jumps as you watch his eyes drift away to other parts of the audience. You continue to watch him with squinted eyes and a chewed lip, trying to decipher why he just did that.

The entire crowd sings along to the absurd and random bridge, everyone putting their full heart into it. It was endearing to see so many people coming together to appreciate a common interest. A reason you loved this job was because you loved music, and every day it reminded you of how many people loved it just as much.

“Cocaine, side boob, choke her with a sea view,” Harry motions his hand towards his throat, pretending to choke himself. You notice how he pinches the sides without gripping all the way, wondering if he did that on purpose or not. When it comes to choking (as a sexual act), it is important to not fully wrap a hand around their neck, so they don’t… well, pass out or die. If he knew that, that must mean he’s into it…

His green eyes locked on yours for every word of that line, his mouth wide as he husked out the lyrics. You swallow, heart racing as familiar heat creeps up your neck. Before you could look away, he removes his hand from his own neck and points directly at you. Your eyes widen as you forget to breathe, coughing on your flusteredness.

What. The. Fuck?

With uneven and strangled breaths, you tell one of your co-workers that you feel unwell and need to use the restroom. He nods understandably and you jog to the nearest bathroom.

As Harry continues to perform, he notices you vanished. He wasn’t sure when, but your figure was no longer stuck standstill to the left of the stage after he finished Matilda and Little Freak. Something in him pangs with pain, but he assumes it’s from the depressing songs he just sang. He doesn’t have enough time to ponder and find the real answer because the delicate Satellite intro begins to play throughout the arena. He begins to sing just like he has all night, but he can’t keep his eyes from wandering to that empty gap between all the workers.

—

The iconic and chaotic screams of tonight become only a memory as the show ends. Thousands of stylish people begin to leave the arena safely with the help of security like yourself. However, you left the room right when the show ended because you were too unwell to say the least.

When you came back from the bathroom after Harry’s little choking charade, you came back to him dancing and singing as if nothing happened. As the night continued on, his enchanting eyes would hook onto yours for a second too long. Every time he strategically moved, hand sliding seductively down his torso or hips swaying sexily, his eyes would burn holes in your skin.

Saying you were flushed and flustered during the concert was an understatement; you felt like you were bathing in a sauna on a summer day. The anger that bubbled under your heated skin didn’t help in cooling you down; it only made you more furious that his little antics affected you so easily. You tried to deny the fact that he was looking directly at you by rolling your eyes, but when he did it more than occasionally with that infamous smirk on his face, it confirmed the theory.

You pushed through the authorized doors, sweating under your uniform. You were determined to find him and talk to him. In some twisted way, you felt like he had some power over you now. Like he had won this stupid little war you had. You knew he knew what he was doing, and you were sure he had an idea of how it made you feel. You didn’t like that.

When your blazing eyes discover his dressing room door, you pound your clenching fist against it. You don’t wait for him to answer before opening the door impatiently yourself.

“Harry—” Your words get caught in your throat as you eye the half naked man in front of you. Harry stands shirtless across the small room, sweat glistening on his tattooed skin as a towel rests upon his shoulder. He casually turns around, an unamused expression on his face. You gulp, pushing all your feelings down. “What the fuck was that?”

“What was what?” Harry asks innocently as he dabs the towel over his sheer skin. You try not to avert your eyes from his face, but he’s making it incredibly difficult to not look at his toned abs and arms.

“The hand! On the neck!” You whisper-shout at him as he nonchalantly strides closer to you and lays the towel on the couch. You remain angry as he stands in front of you with a guiltless look on his face.

“I beg your pardon?” He politely states with huge eyes, causing you to growl and nearly punch him in the mouth. Maybe if you did it hard enough, he would never talk again. You heavily considered it.

“Th-the choking thing!” You stumble over your words out of frustration. His body radiated heat that you were close enough to feel, heart pounding unwillingly in your chest from the sudden proximity.

“Ohh, you mean this?” Harry delicately rests his ringed hand over your neck, any word you even thought about saying got caught in your throat.

His fingertips press lightly against the pulses on your neck, metal digging into your skin delightfully. You attempt to swallow your saliva as your heart beats crazily. After a few seconds, your vision gets slightly dizzy and your heart stammers faster and faster. He releases the pressure, hand remaining lightly around your throat. You take heavy breaths, looking up at him as flames light up in your irises.

“Har—”

“Ah ah, no talking yet. I think you’ve done enough of that,” He demands deeply with a threatening press to your pulse. You obey with a heavy puff as he releases, not having much of a choice. Being right next to the door, his opposite hand twists the tiny lock, trapping you inside.

“Do you remember what you said before I went on?” As your mind flashes through the memories of tonight, you’re reminded of a handful of things you said to him. But you didn’t know which one he was referring to, so you shake your head. “My ego. You said it was so big it must make up for something. What did you mean by that?”

Your eyes widen as heat crawls up your skin quickly. Harry can feel you gulp against his hand as you remember the underlying reason behind the insult.

Harry knew what you meant, he just wanted to hear you say it. Your little bursts of anger gave him enjoyment and relief, especially after 15 shows working together. The acid that spat from your mouth always ignited a fire inside of him that he’s never felt from anyone else. He never understood it, but when he was on stage and saw how flustered you were, it finally clicked. Your little comment earlier gave him an opportunity.

“Your dick is small,” You grumble, looking down at the carpeted floor.

“What was that?”

“Your dick. Is. Small.” You emphasize every repeated word with an irritating puff. Like earlier, a psychotic chuckle elicits from his mouth, scaring you from his unknown thoughts.

“I don’t like your big, bratty attitude.”

“It’s nowhere near as big as your ego.”

With your words and his rippled laughter, the last thing you expected him to do was kiss you. It was sloppy and hungry as he ripped apart your jacket until the zipper broke. You gasp as it falls to the floor around you, allowing him to slip his tongue dangerously into your agape mouth. His lips move in rhythm against yours, teeth clanging with desperation. Your hands intertwine with his damp curls and you tug them viciously. A groan elicits from his throat as his hand tightens around your neck. He pulls away, both of you heaving from the intensity and heat.

“What the–”

“No talking. Got it, brat?” His grasp is strong against you, rings pinching your skin tastefully. Your cunt aches underneath the tight fabric of your uniform, frustratingly horny from his appeal. His muscles bulk as he chaotically unbuttons your pants, yanking them down thighs.

You hastingly flip off your shoes, cursing at yourself for giving into him. His rough palms on your skin set you on fire; shots of electricity soaring straight to your clit. The blinding pinches of his fingers around your throat create a pool of arousal in your panties, and it disgusts you how turned on you are from him.

“How wet are you right now?”

“Drier than a desert,” You lie through gritted teeth as he pushes you harsher against the wall.

“I’ll see about that.”

Following his own word, his free hand slips past your underwear and cups your pussy. A strangled noise leaves you at the feeling of his bare hand touching you so vulnerably. He has you at his mercy, for once not being able to fight back. Instinctively, you grind once over his rugged palm needily and he growls at your heavy arousal.

“Fuckin’ brat,” He spits, rubbing against your heat ferociously. For the first time tonight, you moan unwilling at his movements, hands grasping securely on his shoulder blades.

With a smug smirk, Harry continues to itch your clit, giving you a blissful friction that has your eyes rolling. Your stomach tenses as you bite your lip forcefully, containing all of your noises. You almost forget about his hand on your neck until he presses along your pulses. Stars begin to gloss over your vision as heated lust fogs up your mind. You feel your body float into the sky until you're seeing the clouds of pure ecstasy surround you.

As the burning blood runs through your veins again, you take a deep breath that causes you to moan out loudly. You slap a hand over your own mouth at your foolishness, knowing that anyone could hear you and know exactly what was going on.

You see, Harry is famous. He can get away with a lot of things like sleeping with a fan or maybe even texting and driving. But you, an average security worker, could not. If someone knew what you were doing right now, you’d be fired on the spot.

However, you couldn’t find it in yourself to care as Harry slots a slender finger inside of you. You whimper at how easily he slipped it in. You were so fucking turned on, you could fix the drought. He simply curls his digit as you clutch around him, causing him to hiss.

Harry removes his hand from your panties, causing your eyes to shoot open and glare at him angrily. He brings your wetness up to his mouth and widens, sucking away all of your juices from his fingertips. Your chest heaves at the sight, exasperated and outraged that he’s having so much fun with this.

“For someone so hostile, you taste very sweet,” His taunts, making you growl. You try to push him off of you because you were sick of him. Sick of his games and sick of his ego. Way too sick of his ego. You didn’t have time for this. But he holds you secure by locking you to the wall with his hand. “Nuh uh, we’re not done just yet. We haven’t even gotten to the fun part. You know, where I show you you’re wrong.”

With a skillful hand, he unzips his trousers and tears your panties off your body. You gasp, shocked at how impulsive he’s being. He pushes his briefs down until they’re around his ankles. His cock springs free, large and leaking. His tip is pink followed by several veins running along the sides. You can see its neglect, aching and desperate– you can feel the pain. But your heart stammers wildly in your chest when you really comprehend his size. He was thick and bulky, but also long and lengthy. It almost looked fake because it was so surreal. People would pay big money for that, and having an idea of his income, maybe he had.

“Did you pay for that? Because there is no way,” You whisper breathily in the heated silence. He magically slips on a miraculous condom that he must have gotten while you were daydreaming in a haze. Of course, he just has condoms with him. He chuckles hoarsely and shortly as he leans closer toward your ear.

“All natural, baby,” He rasps from the aftermath of singing all night. His breath is soft and electrifying on your skin, causing your cunt to throb with undeniable desire.

His thumb rests on your pulsating clit, petting it delicately, unlike the roughness of his hand on your throat. Your thighs clench, sensitive because he’s being such a tease. He runs his fingertips over your wetness as more begins to leak out of you, his cold, metal rings grazing the skin of your inner thighs.

“What is taking you so long? Scared your fake dick is going to fall off?” You strangle out your snarky words from behind his choking grasp. He clenches his teeth in annoyance as he grips your supple thigh and hooks it around his hip.

“I was going to ask if you were ready, but since you want to be so impatient, I don’t really give a fuck anymore,” And with that, he thrusts inside of you completely.

Harry tucks himself deep in you, giving you no mercy with his vicious movements. Your nosy moan echoes throughout the tiny dressing room, but you didn’t have enough self-awareness to stop it. His thick cock stretches out your walls so deliciously, your pussy constricts snuggly around him. He groans at your tightness, wet and warm all around him. He plunges brisker into you, addicted to the feeling of your velvety cunt wrapping him.

Your legs tremble with his powerful propels. If he wasn’t pinning you with his cock wrathfully into the wall, you’re sure your legs would give out from underneath you. You squeeze your leg hooked on his hip, bringing him closer and deeper inside of you. You both share a collective groan at the new feeling, touching a place that sends you both into overwhelming bliss.

“Still small?” He husks smugly as his hand caresses the nape of your neck, controlling your pulses. Harry moans when you grind your hips into his, rubbing against his shaft mesmerizingly.

“I’m,” You try to contain your moan in order to drain his satisfaction, “unimpressed.”

“Really? How about I go deeper?” Like before, he lifts up your other leg, latching your body completely to his. You gasp as you leave the ground, hands digging into his shoulders brutally. He shoves you against the wall, fingers restricting your airflow as he slams into harsher than before.

Harry rams inside of you at a new angle, intensifying the pleasure to an even higher level than before. His thrusts are brutally quick, as if he was trying to win a race. Losing your grip, one of your hands falls down his crafted torso, tracing his toned and tattooed skin. Your eyes roll back in pure ecstasy as you lose reality. You feel your spirit leave your body; you swear you were dangling above yourself. With your lack of oxygen, the world slowly slips away from you in a lustful haze. If you died now, you would be beyond pissed because you were with Harry, but at least you had the best sex of your whole life.

But you would never, in a million years, tell Harry that.

His coarse hand drags down your abdomen, leaving a blaze in its trail. His rugged thumb circles hastingly over your bud, causing flashes of your orgasm to appear in view at the sensation. As your head begins to drop forward, Harry releases the blinding pressure from your neck and slams his hand on the wall to balance on. You desperately inhale, craving the oxygen to bring you back to the present.

When your stomach tightens and you squeeze around his length, it alerts you both that you were on the brink of your orgasm. The overwhelming pleasure from his cock doesn’t miss to prevail over you as he jabs your cunt with no sympathy. Your nails scratch along his butterfly tattoo that sits beautifully in between you both, almost too innocent to be involved in such a sinful act. The head of his shaft repeatedly hits your g-spot, eliciting loud cries from your mouth. He doesn’t try to quiet you.

“Tell me, Y/N. Tell me who’s making you feel this good,” Harry demands as he rocks and flicks his hips skillfully. You were too desperate and way too close to reply with a sassy remark. However, your mind flashes over the memory of tonight when Harry read that sign. That sign. You knew if you didn’t listen to him he would take it away from you.

You hated how he had so much control over you. But your body thought otherwise.

“You! You’re making me feel so good, Daddy,” Breathless moans and mewls tumble from your mouth as your climax shakes your whole body. “So deep.”

He growls heavily against your ear, your body vibrating from the effect. A devilish smirk haunts your lips at how affected he is by the simple name, and in some way, you felt like you had a centimeter of his control.

“Daddy, huh? God, you’re such a slut,” He grunts, squeezing the back of your neck as he twitches inside of you. “Am I still small? Hm?”

“N-no, you’re big, Daddy. So deep inside of me. Fuck, I’m gonna come,” You whine embarrassingly as your head shakes against the wall.

“Come, Y/N. Come all over my big cock,” He husks in your ear as you continue to thrash on the wall. To silence you, Harry catches your lips with his. Your pussy tightens around his length as your orgasm waves over you. Your body and mind submerges into a blissful fog as your climax surrounds him. His thrusts become languid and messy as he feels your cum soak his cock. Your tongue slips graciously along his pink lips, helping him finish. If you weren’t in an orgasmic haze, you would have walked out and left him edged.

With a string of profanities against your lips, his length spasms against your walls. His cum shoots into the condom, and within a few moments, his movements still.

Heavy breathing, hearts racing, muscles trembling, and sweat glistening, you two stand with your bodies pressed together. You swallow at the awkward aftermath because you didn’t think this far. You never even thought this was a possibility in any universe.

You just had sex with Harry. Oh shit.

He watches as you come to the realization. You quickly push him off of you and pull up your pants. You wince when you notice that you have no underwear because Harry tore them to shreds. Slipping on your shoes, Harry saunters over to his vanity and wraps a towel around his waist.

“Don’t act so terrified, Y/N,” His familiar cocky and nonchalant character was back like normal, and in all honesty, it gave you some type of comfort. His attitude gave you an excuse to be irritated and allowed you to shift away from the awkwardness that remained wrapped around your throat. Even if he was across the room from you now, you could still feel the tight grasp of his ringed fingers pinching your neck. You had a feeling that everything he did would now somehow remind you of sex with him.

“How are you so okay right now? Do you just do this with everyone?”

“What do you mean?”

“So you just bring people back here after every show and have sex with them?”

“Bloody hell, Y/N. No, I don’t do that,” He practically winces from your accusation, and you subconsciously relax your muscles at his denial. “Never done that actually.”

“So then what was this?”

“Technically, you came in here,” He pins you with a knowing look and you roll your eyes with a huff.

“Just so you know, no one can know about this, okay? And I know you probably couldn’t give less of a shit, but I could be fired,” Your jaw ticks as your eyes wander around the room, refusing to look at him directly.

“I won’t tell anyone. Promise,” Although he is a cocky and sarcastic jerk, you can’t help but realize that his tone is one hundred percent genuine. With a simple nod, you take his word for it and start to exit the room.

“By the way, you owe me new underwear.”

“Anything you like in particular?” With your hand on the knob, you think for a moment.

“I want one of everything. I know it won’t even put a dent in your pocket, but I like to think that I did,” As his chuckle fills your ears, it becomes more and more distant as you exit the small room. Security and crew buzz around the hallways, shocking you frozen immediately. You’re praying that nobody saw you walk out of Harry’s room, let alone heard you five minutes ago.

“Y/N! There you are. Did you know that the crew had a prank war under the stage? It was so funny, God, you just had to be there. And I was laughing my ass off when Harry’s bus left without Harry,” Your co-worker pats your shoulder as she laughs. In any normal circumstance, you would join in on her hysterics, but a small gasp leaves your mouth as your hand covers your lips.

“They left?”

“Yeah. They always leave in a rush I guess,” She replies to your question and then rambles on about the pranks from the crew. Your head turns back to peer at Harry’s dressing room door. You notice that the little paper with his name has been removed from the slot.

Everything was too chaotic for anyone to know where he was.

Now, that’s hilarious.

You subtly giggle as you and your friend trail down the hallway. In the back of your mind, you imagine Harry sitting all alone in the room. He probably had a valet take his car, so now he had nothing. You assumed most of his belongings were on the bus, and maybe that even meant his phone. Impulsively, you tell your friend you have to go to the bathroom and turn around. You head back to his dressing room and enter without knocking this time. Unlike before, he’s fully dressed with an annoyed look on his face. You tuck your lips inside of your mouth, trying to contain your giggles at his irritation of the situation.

“You know they left? Without me? How do they even do that?!” You can’t hold it back anymore as your laughter ripples from you. You cover the noise with your hands, but it’s no use.

“They probably realized they don’t really like you anymore.”

“Oh, ha ha. So funny, Y/N,” Harry says facetiously and rolls his eyes as he stuffs everything in his small carry-on bag. “I feel like this is the moment where you offer me a ride.”

“Mm only if I get something out of it.”

“Anything you want I can probably get it, let’s just go,” He ushers you both out of the door and when you walk into the hallway this time, it’s empty. You don’t hear a peep as you trudge through the carpeted walkways all the way outside to the secure parking lot. You get to your car and you both slip inside when you unlock it.

“You know, I expected better from you.”

“I will leave you here,” You glare at him from across the console.

“I can get you a car. Do you want the one I was driving earlier? The red reminds me of how ferocious you are all the time.”

“You mean the one that you nearly killed me with? No thanks,” You shove the key into the ignition and reverse out of the deserted area. “You know, you never told me what you were actually doing on your phone anyway.”

“Oh, I was looking at a video of my Goddaughter. She was getting her nails painted,” He smiles softly, recalling the short clip of her pure happiness.

“Sounds adorable, but that was still wrong,” He groans and slams his head against the heat rest. You smile smugly in satisfaction as you speed through the empty roads of LA, completely contradicting your opinion.

His bus leaving was like perfect karma that was made to humble him. Maybe Harry wasn’t the worst person ever. As long as you had the wheel.

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tags: @crybabyddl @raajali3

[steampoweredwerehog]

The interior designers of the 2023 Kia Forte ummmmm need to be beaten with hammers

[three--rings]

Car Accidents for Writers and/or The Curious

So two days ago (as of first writing it's now been two weeks) I was in a major car accident at highway speed. Luckily, I'm mostly okay, my car protected me and only my heel is broken. But going through that was an experience and a very weird and foreign one so I wanted to write it down, especially for any writers depicting car crashes.

So first of all I was driving a brand new 2023 Kia Forte. A car with lots of technical bells and whistles, full modern safety everything. Thank god, although it was only 3 months old, it probably saved me from further injury.

So what happened immediately before the crash is what I'm most hazy about in my mind. I remember seeing the car on the left, it was at a crossroads where my highway traffic doesn't stop, but the crossroad traffic does. So I THINK the other car was stopped at the intersection when I first saw him, but honestly I am not sure. I saw the car, it was heading for the space in front of me, and I had time to think "he's gonna see me and stop right...what the FUCK" --impact.

(Edit: Two weeks later - Upon thinking more about it, I think that I saw him start to move but thought he was surely turning right, because he wouldn't go straight when I was right there. It would have been perfectly legal for him to turn right then. But then by the time I realized he wasn't turning and was coming right for the space in front of me...it was too late to do anything.)

Rest of the post cut for EXTREME Length as well as accident details and medical details of the ER trip both of which could be triggering. Nothing bad or gory or anything, just, some people might not want to read them.

I think I may have actually been yelling WHAT THE FUCK as I hit him. It felt like I had a split second to hit the brake, which was not nearly enough time to accomplish something. In that I did hit the brake but it barely slowed me before I hit. I was traveling around 70 mph (which is the speed limit there).

So the impact. All I remember is sudden whiteness blocking my view, along with the force, something impacting me in the face. I had a split second where I thought "Okay this is it, this is real, I might be about to die." (Note: I was also able to accurately report where on the car I hit (rear passenger door) but not the type of car. I said sedan, but it was a minivan. I said white, it was silver.)

Oh and right as the impact happened, as I saw the door of the car I was about to hit, right before the airbag popped, I had the thought/sensation of "wait, no, do it again, wait rewind, wait, reload the game." It was the sensation that I, as a gamer, have when I fuck up in a video game. The instinct that has you reach for the pause button or the reload button or whatever. That's what I felt, except of course it was real life and I couldn't try that again.

So the air bag popped and blocked all of my view, so I suddenly had no idea where I was, which way I was headed, etc. Except the car was still moving, my foot was probably/possibly still on the brake and my hands were I think still on the wheel. (All of this, I don't really know for sure.) Probably not still steering, but I feel like I was? IDK.

The next thing I knew I felt a second impact as my car hit a metal pole with a highway sign on it, shearing it off entirely. I saw the sign fly past my car through whatever gap was visible to the upper left side past the airbag. So I knew what I had hit. After that I was on grass and the car came to a pretty quick stop. (note this car also has auto-braking when it senses something in front of you, but obviously it couldn't stop itself fast enough either. )

So the car stopped and I was sitting there and my first thought was "okay I have to get out of the car." I could smell smoke and oil/fluidy smells and my car was making a bunch of weird sounds so I was scared it might catch on fire or whatever. So I reached under the side airbag which was blocking the top half of the door and opened my car door, which opened fine. I undid my seatbelt and grabbed for my phone from it's place on the center console under the dash. I knew in my dazed brain that my phone was Important. I needed to Call Someone? Maybe 911? Maybe my husband?

So, clutching my phone in a death grip (not thinking about taking anything else) I crawled under the side airbag and basically fell out of the car onto the grass.

Immediately upon trying to get out I knew my right ankle was hurt. I've had a lot of ankle sprains in my life and I looked down and saw it starting to swell and knew I couldn't stand on it.

Pretty much immediately, or within seconds there were people there. There was a gas station on the corner so either they were there or they were stopped at the intersection waiting to turn going the opposite direction from me. (God I've just thought I could have easily hit them if I'd gone left instead of right. . . that was lucky.)

The two people who arrived, who had witnessed it were a black man and a white woman, I can vaguely picture them, though couldn't pick them out of a lineup fyi. They kept offering to help me up and I told them no, my ankle is hurt, I can't stand. They asked if anyone was in the car and needed help and I said no. As new people arrived I heard them tell new people that no one was trapped. I guess I was vaguely aware that there was a second car also stopped, but I filed that under Someone Else's Problem and focused on me.

Oh wait, I've just remembered I think I was standing on one foot, holding onto the door at first, when the woman came up and asked if I was hurt. Because I was brushing off my front...so here we get into weird details okay. So I was wearing a steel boned corset under my clothes that I always wear when I go out, for back support. It's custom made by me. And I noticed right away that the impact had bent the front busk of the corset. This is a heavy duty steel busk, extra wide, so it's almost 2.5" wide piece of heavy steel. And instead of my stomach impacting the steering wheel or WHATEVER, it bent it up to almost a 90 degree angle.

So I was noticing that, but also, I thought I might be on fire. I was very HOT. My clothes were hot to the touch, the front of my dress felt like it had almost been singed. I kept touching and checking myself to make sure I wasn't on fire anywhere because of how hot my clothes felt. I assume this is from the air bags and the force of the impact and the explosions that send them out...IDK. But yeah I was hot. So I kept touching my stomach and clothes and people kept asking if I was hurt and I said "No, I don't think so, just my ankle."

At first, though, I couldn't form words. People were asking if I was okay and I couldn't answer. I think maybe I nodded. So my responses were probably more like Yes and No and "Ankle" than I remember. I just remember some serious floaty, disconnected, stunned mindset where I couldn't make words right. Lasted maybe less than a minute or a minute or two, not sure.

Basically I laid on the ground and just breathed and tried to chill for a few minutes, responding as people came up and asked me things. I think I repeated a couple of times "he just drove right in front of me..." and witnesses backed me up, saying they were there and saw the whole thing and yeah he just drove right out in front of me.

Throughout this, the surreal thing was that my car was still running and still playing my music. So poppy Janelle Monae was playing from my car. I finally was able to coordinate enough to pause Spotify on my phone so it stopped. I asked one of the bystanders if he could turn my car off with the on/off button because I was worried about it.

A state trooper arrived fairly quickly and came over and asked me first if I was hurt and if anyone else was in the car. I told him about my ankle and no. He said "okay you just sit there [on the grass] that's probably the best place for you. EMS is on their way, should be a few minutes." To which I nodded. He then asked me for my ID. I told him it was in my purse which he fetched from inside the car and handed to me to find my wallet and pull out my ID. He asked me for my basic version of the accident, which I was pretty vague about "I was driving and he just pulled right in front of my car and I only had a split second to brake."

He asked which direction I was traveling, how fast I was going. When I hesitated over that answer he said "highway speed?" and I said "yeah, 70-75." I was slightly worried about admitting I was technically speeding to a cop, but he just nodded and was very chill about everything, so I wasn't TOO worried. He asked a little more after a couple minutes like which direction the other car was coming from and which lane I was in." Then he said he was going to talk to the other driver. At which point I remembered there was another human being involved and I asked if they were okay and he said yeah seems like it, they're just a little queasy from the seatbelt.

So from where I was on the grass and not moving, basically I was sitting in the V formed by my car and the open driver door, so I couldn't see the other car and had literally no idea about the other driver, couldn't have told you their gender or race or anything. I never saw them. (Later the police gave us their details and it seems to be a man, but their name and city is literally all I know.)

At this point I was starting to feel more together. I had been playing with my phone, trying to call my husband. But for a while I couldn't make my fingers find how to call him. And then I did it, but the call wouldn't go through. I was in a fairly isolated area with poor cell coverage, it's basically in the middle of a bunch of fields of corn and cotton and shit. So I was calling but not hearing anything on the line. And meanwhile people kept talking to me and the car was honking nonstop. Even after I got him to turn off the car, it was still making honking car alarm noises. Like yes car, I know you are in distress but please shut the fuck up.

I texted my husband instead. He was texting me by then because he could hear when I called him and he knew something was WRONG. So here are the texts. It's pretty funny.

Cat totaled. Of course I didn't have my glasses so I couldn't see anything very well. I had been wearing sunglasses with bifocal reading glasses in them but they were uh, removed by the airbag. No idea what happened to them. He called me thankfully and that call worked so I told him where I was and that I was okay except for my ankle, etc. Of course I'm like the car, the poor car our new car is totaled and he's like fuck the car are YOU okay, etc.

Also when I exited the car, the witnesses kept telling me I was bleeding on my lips. I touched them and could tell my bottom lip was split. So I was like, yeah it's okay just my lip. Presumably from the impact with the airbag. It's cut on the inside from my teeth and still very swollen and in my way.

So I pulled my backup sunglasses from my purse and put them on to block the sun and laid back in the grass to chill. What sucked was that this is Texas and the grass had ants and they were crawling on me, but what could I do. I looked behind me and there was only more grass with car shrapnel and the highway which didn't look more comfortable to sit on. I asked the officer to get my tote bag out of my car, the bag with my dnd stuff which had a water bottle and can of coke in it. He got it but the coke can was totally dented and I couldn't open it. So I drank the water very gratefully because I was super thirsty.

oh and about this time the cop gave me a long speech about "You should drink a lot of water tonight and try to do some moving around because you're going to be sore and being in a car accident releases a ton of lactic acid into your body like you did a very strenuous workout...etc. " I basically just nodded and was like yeah i'm gonna be really sore.

At this point I figured I just had a sprained ankle and I would go to the er and they would check me out and I'd get an ACE bandage and be fine basically. I realized that the injury was from me trying to brake, standing on the brake and when the impact happened all that force transferred directly into my almost straight leg.

So the ambulance arrived and they came and asked the same questions. They had a bunch of people come to help get me to the stretcher. Basically they grabbed my arms and shoulders and pulled me backwards, telling me to push myself with my good leg. So I did that with them holding me up until we got to the stretcher and I sat down and swung myself around and was strapped down and lifted into the ambulance. They asked me if I had a preference for hospitals to go to and I told them the name of the big hospital nearby which I know our insurance works with because one of my doctors is there.

Then they just started asking me a bunch of medical questions about medications and conditions which I basically had to simplify, leaving out some of the minor things I have going on. Like I didn't mention depression or the antidepressant I take. I only told him some of my meds for my back. Not sure why, it just seemed like I needed to get important things across only.

He asked about where I hurt and I at that point told him about my shoulder hurting in addition to my ankle. He also told me about how bad that intersection is for accidents and how he'd been out there about an hour before for another (more minor) one and we talked about whether they needed to install a light there.

He was really nice and I liked him. I sent a text to my dnd chat while riding that told them I wouldn't be at the game. In the ambulance they checked my vitals and also took my blood sugar which I thought was kinda weird. I guess it's just standard.

We got to the ER and as they wheeled me through I heard the people saying "trauma 2, trauma 2 in room whatever, the trauma is here." So I realized that was me and they were treating me like a Serious Patient and not just an ankle. As I was rolled into the room a veritable swarm of people came with me and pulled me from the stretcher to the bed, bringing a lot of grass and dirt with me, by the way, which no one but me seemed to notice (And the nurse later).

Then they were trying to get my clothes off and a young man approached me with surgical scissors and said "Okay we're just gonna cut this off you" and I was like "No, please, can you not, I just finished sewing this!" and thankfully they were like well let's try. I was already like, I can do this, and pulling up my dress and wiggling. They probably didn't want me moving myself that much, but fuckit, I spent months on that dress I didn't want it ruined. (It ended up torn about an inch down at the neckline and has a couple inch long tear in the skirt from either me crawling out of the car or them pulling me to the stretcher.)

Oh and I had to tell them "I'm wearing a back support corset under here so it will be weird" but they were like "that's no problem" and they just reached down and pried the busk apart, (with me sucking in to help them) and pulling it free. So that was one anxiety gone. So anyway, they finally got the dress and all my shirts off while they pulled my bra free also. It's definitely weird having a swarm of people you can't really see grab you and start tearing off your clothes. I wasn't feeling at all worried about being exposed or anything, my only concern was for my clothes. Finally I was naked except for my underwear and they put a gown over me.

And then hooked up a bunch of wires and stuff. The EMT had started an IV in my hand but not given me anything. They also didn't give me anything yet, though I THOUGHT they'd hooked me up to saline or something but turned out no.

Then I talked to the doctor and repeated all my pains. They were like okay we'll get xrays and check you out all over. So they did the xrays in the bed and I had a really hard time moving my foot/ankle the way they wanted because I was like "I can't move it" and they were like, but okay flex more and I'm like "I can't." And then turn it to the side and I'm like, uh, it's not moving. And finally I had to like turn my whole body to the side to get the position they wanted.

Then they took blood and mostly left and there was one nurse left. "Can I have some water?" I asked, my most pressing concern because I was DYING of thirst. She was like "uh we have to wait and ask the doctor." And then a little while later she was like "is there anything I can get you?" and I'm like "again, water?" and she's like okay lemme go check.

So I finally got water and I asked the lady taking my blood if she could hand me my phone from my purse. So I had my phone hurray although I still had no glasses and couldn't see. But my texts showed my husband was outside so I asked if he could come back and they said sure. It still took a little while but they finally came and asked me again if family could come back and I said yes and then there he was.

Obviously that was a huge relief because I could ask him for stuff from my purse like my glasses. And we mostly just talked and looked at stuff on our phones while waiting for results. So finally the doctor comes back and is like so okay actually you have a broken heel bone and we're going to put you in a splint for now and then you will follow up with an orthopedist. And he did that and that was pretty painful. By this point they'd given me something in my IV that was helping with the pain but still having them try to force my foot upright was super painful.

Then they said they needed a urine sample and the nurse was like do you want to try a bed pan or me to do a catheter. And I'm like I guess bed pan. Which, I didn't know, is basically just a hard plastic bowl that you sit on and the edges dig into your butt and thighs. And she tries to explain how to go and I'm like okay I'll try but I totally failed. Because I was still massively dehydrated. I'm like "if you'd given me more water like I asked, I might be doing better at this." Finally they started me on IV fluids and I got my husband to get me my water bottle. Then they did a catheter except they still couldn't get urine and they did it a second time with a better nurse and finally they made me laugh and that made some come out so they made me keep laughing until they got enough of a sample. So I'm definitely making the nurse stories for that one.

By the way, did the catheter hurt. Yeah, a little. It feels like what you'd expect. It's pokey and doesn't feel good, but once it's in you can't feel it. Also I was told my "anatomy" made it easy to see what they were doing which, I'm like is that a compliment on my pussy or what?

Anyway after that it was just waiting waiting waiting. They were checking for damage to my kidneys or I guess other indicators through blood tests because they came back to draw more blood twice.

Finally like five hours after the wreck they let me go. And gave me very little information about anything, actually I could complain a lot about the way the ER handled things but like that's not the point here.

We were both obviously starving because we hadn't eaten so we had to drive through the only thing open which was a 24 hour mcdonalds.

They didn't give us crutches, just told me to use them, so we had some from when my husband was in a car wreck and wheelchair bound for months. So he had to go in the house and find those and bring them out to me. Our door is very far from the driveway so I had a long way to go on crutches and it was very difficult given my pain situation and how my shoulder and ribs on the right side hurt. So once I finally got to the door he got a rolling chair that I sat on and he wheeled me to the bedroom.

That night once the meds they gave me in the ER wore out I was in terrible terrible pain. I'm a chronic pain patient on an opioid patch and it was insane. Ten on the pain scale. I wont go into too much detail but god I wanted to die or like, just cut my foot off. I took pretty much anything I could to try to help the pain, after some quick interactions googling. And took an edible we had and that was what finally let me get any sleep about 5 in the morning once it kicked in.

It's now two weeks later and...what is recovery from a crash like that like? Well it sucks honestly. I got very lucky in my injuries but the broken heel is way more painful that I would have imagined, sometimes radiating pain all the way up my leg to the crotch. And worse than that has been the rest of my body that didn't get diagnosed with any injuries but obviously went through major trauma.

My ribs have been very sore in a couple different places, making it difficult to move, sit up, lay on one side, reach for things, laugh or cough. And I pulled something in my right shoulder though they didn't see any damage on x-rays but it's taken two weeks to start to feel like I can use my right arm much or move it without terrible pain.

I've spent most of my time on pretty heavy meds, thanks to my pain doctor, but still all the time I've been massively uncomfortable. And trying to do anything is really difficult because I have to use weird muscles to pull myself up to standing or whatever without putting weight on my right foot, and then those muscles have gotten sore. It was about two days after the accident I reached peak Body Pain, after trying to get around on crutches with an injured/bruised ribs and messed up shoulder. I got to the point I couldn't get myself up to go to the bathroom on my own at all. Thankfully then I got a kneeling scooter thing which is an absolute requirement for getting around in this state.

So yeah today is two weeks and I feel like I'm just starting to get back to almost normal functioning, except for my broken foot. Taking meds less often, and then only because the foot starts throbbing. (Did you know heels are very painful things to break? Neither did I? I'm lucky I don't need surgery because frequently this injury can cripple you if you don't have surgery.)

Anyway, I don't know if anyone will have read all this, but I feel like it's worth documenting the experience. I was originally going to post this within the first few days of the accident but then the real bad effects started kicking in and then uh, there was the Lahaina thing. (My closest family lives there. They are safe along with their house but...my little tragedy didn't feel important in the face of that.)

At any rate, please drive safely, this experience sucks and I don't recommend it.

[twentythousandvolts]

i miss when ads were like "single hot ladies in YOUR AREA!!" and not "Bring some excitement back into your life with the all-new 2023 Kia Forte!" or like a walmart popup ad. i dont want that i want these local girls to want to have sex with me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! god!! fuck!!!!!

[vangriffithkia]

Beautiful Certified Pre-Owned 2023 Kia Forte LXS for only $19,999! Snow White Pearl Exterior with Black interior, only 28,210 miles, CVT Transmission, FWD, and 2.0L 4 Cylinder Engine! Features include Lane Keeping Assist, Bluetooth, iPod/MP3 Input, Allow Wheels, LXS Technology Package and Back-Up Camera. Come into Granbury Kia and check out this beautiful vehicle today!

[eobdtooluk-blog]

Lonsdor K518 Update KIA Read PIN Code, IMMO Car Model (Till 2023)

Lonsdor K518 Pro and K518 series key programmers updated the newest Auto IMMO software for KIA on Sept.2nd, 2024. Please check the upgrade info and update on your device soon.

Here are only some KIA car models. Please scan the above QR code to view all support models.

KIA\Read PIN code

KIA\Select from type\lmmobilizer\Type 11 (CAN)

KIA\Select from type\Smart key\China\Type7(w/o key slot CAN)

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KIA\Select from type\Smart key\USA\Type 5(without slot CAN)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Cerato\2013-2018\lmmobilizer

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Cerato\2013-2018\Read PIN code(46 chip)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Cerato\2013-2018\Remote

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Picanto\2004-2011\lmmobilizer\Type 1

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KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Picanto\2004-2011\Read PIN code(46 chip)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Picanto\2004-2011\Remote

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Picanto\2012-2013\lmmobilizer

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Picanto\2012-2013\Read PIN code(46 chip)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Picanto\2012-2013\Remote

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Picanto\2013-2017\lmmobilizer

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Picanto\2013-2017\Read PIN code(46 chip)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Picanto\2013-2017\Remote

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Rio\2005-2011\lmmobilizer

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Rio\2005-2011 \Read PIN code(46 chip)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Rio\2005-2011 \Remote

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Rio\2011-2014\lmmobilizer

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Rio\2011-2014\Read PIN code(46 chip)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Rio\2011-2014\Remote

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Sportage\2006-2010\lmmobilizer

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Sportage\2006-2010\Read PIN code(46 chip)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Sportage\2006-2010\Remote

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Sportage\2010-2014\Read PIN code(46 smart key)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Sportage\2010-2014\Smart type\With key slot

KIA\Select from vehicle\Africa\Sportage\2010-2014\Smart type\Without key slot

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Borrego\2019-2020\Read smart key(4A smart key)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Borrego\2019-2020\Smart key

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Borrego\2020\lmmobilizer

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Borrego\2020\Read smart key(4A smart key)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Borrego\2020\Remote

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Cee'd\2019-2020\lmmobilizer

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Cee'd\2019-2020\Read smart key(4A smart key)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Cee'd\2019-2020\Remote

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Cee'd\2019-2020\Smart key

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Cee'd\2020\lmmobilizer

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Cee'd\2020\Read smart key(4A smart key)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Cee'd\2020\Remote

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Cee'd\2020\Smart key

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Cerato\2019-2020\lmmobilizer

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Cerato\2019-2020\Read smart key(4A smart key)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Cerato\2019-2020\Remote

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Cerato\2019-2020\Smart key

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Forte\2010-2012\Read PIN code(46 chip)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Forte\2010-2012\Smart key

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Forte\2019-2020\lmmobilizer

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Forte\2019-2020\Read smart key(4A smart key)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\Forte\2019-2020\Remote

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\K3\2018-2020\lmmobilizer

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\K3\2018-2020\Read smart key(4A smart key)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\K3\2018-2020\Remote

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\K3\2019-2020\Read smart key(4A smart key)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\K3\2019-2020\Smart key

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\K5\2019-2020\Read smart key(4A smart key)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\K5\2019-2020\Smart key

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\K5\2019-2021 \Read smart key(4A smart key)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\K5\2019-2021 \Smart key

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\K5\2020-2021\lmmobilizer

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\K5\2020-2021\Read smart key(4A smart key)

KIA\Select from vehicle\Asia\K5\2020-2021\Remote

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[huffineskiamckinney]

#HappyAnniversary to Pierre and your 2023 #Kia #Forte from Martin Houston at Huffines KIA McKinney!

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Bàn ép Mitsubishi Jolie, Zinger mã MD724119 chính hãng hay còn gọi là mâm ép. Trong quá trình lưu thông không tránh khỏi hỏng hóc, dẫn đến cần thay thế bàn ép, vậy mua ở đâu? Cường Phát Auto Parts là đơn vị chuyên cung cấp phụ tùng Mitsubishi chính hãng, đầy đủ tem mác, đóng gói theo tiêu chuẩn của hãng. Bàn ép Jolie, Zinger là một trong số đó. Với hơn 11 năm kinh nghiệm trong lĩnh vực cung cấp và phân phối phụ tùng Mitsubishi, Cường Phát luôn nhận được sự tín nhiệm và ủng hộ của quý khách hàng. Cần phụ tùng? An tâm chọn Cường Phát! Hình ảnh bàn ép Mitsubishi Jolie, Zinger chính hãng Hình ảnh bao quát bàn ép Zolie, Zinger chính hãng Góc chụp cận cảnh bàn ép Zinger, Jolie chính hãng Chi tiết tem mã mâm ép Zinger, Jolie Góc chụp cận cảnh bàn ép Jolie, Zinger nguyên tem mác. Đảm bảo hàng xịn, chính hãng, giá cả cạnh tranh nhất thị trường. Phụ tùng Mitsubishi tại 63 tỉnh thành: Nha Trang, Yên Bái, Sơn La, Lạng Sơn, Lào Cai, Hưng Yên, Thái Bình, Huế, Hà Tĩnh, Quảng Bình, Quảng Nam, Bình Phước, Bình Thuận, Đồng Nai, Cà Mau, Sài Gòn… Ngoài ra, phụ tùng Mitsubishi Cường Phát cung cấp đầy đủ: Cản trước Mitsubishi Triton 2019-2023 6400J791 (Ba đờ sốc trước) Ốp dưới cản trước Mitsubishi Triton 2015-2018 6400F911, 6400F912 Bàn ép Nissan Navara NP300 302104JA0B (Mâm ép) Bộ lá côn & bàn ép Kia Sorento, Hyundai Santafe máy dầu 412003B010 Bàn ép Honda Civic 1.8 2007 22300RNA003 Bàn ép Toyota Land Cruiser 2009-2013 3121026172 Bàn ép máy dầu Mitsubishi Triton, Pajero Sport 2008-2018 MN171120 Bàn ép Hyundai Elantra, I30, Kia Forte, Cerato, Rio 4130026021 Bàn ép Toyota Corolla Altis 2014 3121012340 Phụ tùng ô tô Cường Phát cam kết cung cấp sản phẩm đúng theo yêu cầu của BẠN. Sự tín nhiệm của BẠN chính là động lực để chúng tôi cố gắng mỗi ngày. Cảm ơn BẠN đã ở đây và tin tưởng chúng tôi. Gọi ngay cho tôi nếu bạn đang cần bàn ép Jolie, Zinger chính hãng: 0903-441-255 MUA NGAY!

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[talkoftitusville]

Crash on I-95 in Mims Claims Life of Merritt Island Motorcyclist

The Florida Highway Patrol is still investigating a fatal crash involving five vehicles that occurred last night around 9:03pm, on the southbound lanes of I-95 near mile marker 223, State Road 46, in Mims.

The Florida Highway Patrol is still investigating a fatal crash involving five vehicles that occurred last night around 9:03pm, on the southbound lanes of I-95 near mile marker 223, State Road 46, in Mims. The vehicles involved in the crash include a 2012 Kia Forte, a 2017 Harley Davidson FLHTK, a 2020 Nissan Rogue, a 2023 Dodge Challenger, and a 2022 Harley Davidson FXLRS. All were traveling…

[putonthebrakes016]

B.R.A.K.E.S. Free National Teen Pro-Active Driving School 

To Make Northern California Debut on January 20 & 21

Program Was Founded in 2008 by Top Fuel Drag Racing Champion Doug Herbert, Following Tragic Car Crash Deaths of His Two Sons

More than 130,000 teens and parents have been trained over the past 15 years.

Teens who graduate from B.R.A.K.E.S. are 64 percent less likely to be in a car crash up to three years after completing training.

Concord, NC (January 3, 2024)–Looking to save lives and make Northern California roadways safer, the free national teen pro-active driving school B.R.A.K.E.S. (Be Responsible and Keep Everyone Safe) will make its first-ever appearance inthe region, with training sessions on January 20 and 21 at Sonoma Raceway.

Training sessions will be held:

January 20 (Saturday) classes start at 8 a.m., 11:30 a.m., and 3 p.m.

January 21(Sunday) classes start at 8 a.m. and 12 p.m.

Registration is accessible at www.putonthebrakes.org.

Car crashes are among the leading causes of death among teens. Through their participation in the pro-active defensive driving program, B.R.A.K.E.S. graduates are 64 percent less likely to get in a crash within their first three years of driving, according to an independent study conducted by the University of North Carolina at Charlotte.

The 501(c)(3) charity was founded by multi-time Top Fuel drag racing champion Doug Herbert in honor of his two sons, Jon and James, who lost their lives in a tragic car crash in 2008. Herbert turned that personal tragedy into a lifesaving mission that has trained more than 130,000 teens and their parents to date. 

The visit to the Naples-Fort Worth regionmarks the latest expansion of the program, which established records for weekend visits and total teens and parents trained in 2023. “We’re thrilled to be able to bring our life-saving program to the region, as we further our efforts to being B.R.A.K.E.S. training to new locations across the country,” said Herbert.

Utilizing vehicles provided by Kia Motors, B.R.A.K.E.S. offers teens extensive behind-the-wheel instruction from professional trainers including current and former law enforcement officers and professional racing drivers, teaching the teens and their parents how to be safer on the road. Exercises include Distracted Driving Awareness, Panic Braking, Crash Avoidance, Drop-wheel/Off-road Recovery and Car Control/Skid Recovery. 

B.R.A.K.E.S. is NOT Driver’s Ed. It is a FREE, hands-on, advanced driver training program taught by professional instructors, including current and former members of law enforcement, professional racers and stunt drivers. B.R.A.K.E.S. maintains a low two -to-one student-to-instructor ratio to maximize educational effectiveness.

About B.R.A.K.E.S.

Doug Herbert’s B.R.A.K.E.S. (Be Responsible and Keep Everyone Safe) is a GuideStar Platinum-rated 501(c)3 non-profit whose mission is to prevent injuries and save lives by training and educating teenage drivers and their parents about the importance of safe and responsible driving. B.R.A.K.E.S. was founded in 2008 after Top Fuel drag racer Doug Herbert lost his two young sons, Jon and James, in a tragic car crash. Today, more than 130,000 teens and parents from 50 different states and five countries have participated in the B.R.A.K.E.S. intensive training course.

[grapesodadarkchocolate]

I Heart History

December 12, 2023

“Empower me to exercise the authority of honesty, and be a participant in the difficult ordinariness of now.” — Ted Loder

Dearest Richard, 

The anticipated letter arrives from Jeffries. Having been written on July 9, 1945. Before I open it with you, I need to halt for a moment. Pulling in the details I now know. Imagining how this part of the story may have unfolded. Stepping back in time.

Jeffries had arrived in Boston from Europe on June 31, 1945. He was there for 20 hours and next on to Fort Dix for a six day furlough. Then the finale of this extensive never ending trail to Philadelphia, he was home at last. Writing this ten days later. Whoosh. Just need to breathe in that reality. I am guessing he chatted with you about his hometown a lot. So much so that maybe you could even have envisioned it in your mind’s eye. Finding home often has so much more significance the further we find ourselves from it. 

Here is where Jeffries would have been tip tap, typing this letter at 416 W. Harlan St. Seeing him sitting at a table in this two bedroom, one bath row house. He had spoken to four families by phone and had an idea of what folks wanted to know. 

Again thinking about how this letter, as in your Killed in Action (KIA) letter grandpa received could have been interspersed with plain old every day mail. Ads and bills all vying for space in the mailbox not being aware of the most essential envelope that might be in the mix. Mail can often be simple and common place. Delivered to your doorstep six days a week and then something arrives that asks for that moment to be halted. Freeze framed before going any further. 

This one was opened on the side with a letter opener. The envelope may have been breath blown open more before the two typed stationery pages would have been extracted. I don’t know how many times it would have been read. Trying to absorb what the details meant. Maybe only reading so far before stopping or hesitating. Sharing it with your beloved sister or whom ever else may have been around. Or your dad may have simply read it on his own. Maybe getting his glasses or sitting down in a familiar chair in the living room or at the kitchen table where the light was brighter. I don’t know and I realize I can’t imagine the emotions he felt. Another time where words are insufficient and how anything else present would have seemed inconsequential. The windows being open on a hot July day. The Nicollet traffic rumbling by or a neighbor mowing their lawn next door. The birds chirping in the treetops. Or it may be that nothing else was heard or could be heard. The moment getting stuck in place. That is what I imagine might have occurred on that possibly steamy hot day in July. 

Not quite ready to release this letter to you. Appreciating your ever present patience. 

Love as always,  

Your Niece ❤️

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Read the book 📕 then watch 🎥 The Boys in the Boat 🛶

“Drummer, 98, started band with fellow Holocaust survivors, now tours world ‘We all have to live together in peace, and that’s what I’m trying to promote,’ Saul Dreier said” by Sydney Page, Washington Post: Read, January 6, 2024 📰 

Saul & Ruby’s Holocaust Survivor Band: Watch , 2020 🥁 🎶

[7ooo-ru]

Kia Forte: не успел выйти, как на тестах заметили следующее поколение

Kia представила седан Forte 2024 года и приступила к испытаниям новой модели

Подробнее https://7ooo.ru/group/2023/10/01/471-kia-forte-ne-uspel-vyyti-kak-na-testah-zametili-sleduyuschee-pokolenie-grss-244156769.html

[blogueericdescarries]

La dernière Kia Stinger et la Classique d'automne à Tremblant

Le 27 septembre 2023

Comme je vous l’expliquais la semaine dernière, même si cette profession de chroniqueur automobile semble si glorieuse à vos yeux, pour certains d’entre nous, la «job» n’est pas toujours facile. Croyez-moi, avec quelque 40 ans dans ce domaine, je sais de quoi je parle.

Par exemple, en ce temps-ci de l’année, alors que certains chroniqueurs se donnent des tapes dans le dos suite à la parution de leur catalogue de l’année (une tradition qui perd de son lustre suite aux changements dans le monde de l’automobile et de l’édition) et d’autres doivent se payer des petits voyages éreintants pour des présentations de véhicules presque reconduits, certains «vétérans» qui ne veulent que continuer leur boulot se retrouvent avec des choix de véhicules qui commencent à dater vu que les vraies nouveautés tardent à nous arriver.

Et c’est pire encore cette année! En effet, la grève qui frappe les constructeurs américains, l’invasion plutôt discrète (sournoise?) des constructeurs chinois en Europe, la tentative de tous les constructeurs de nous impressionner avec leurs autos électriques et le besoin que nous avons d’essayer de demeurer impartiaux ne nous facilitent pas l’ouvrage. Ajoutez à cela la disparition du segment des autos (surtout à essence) au profit de leur remplacement par des VUS et des VUM dont la plupart sont hybrides ou électriques.

Vous n’êtes pas sans savoir que, d’ici peu, plusieurs autos seront éliminées des catalogues de certains constructeurs, des voitures comme la Kia Stinger, les Dodge Charger et Challenger et autres en plus du remplacement de quelques autres produits comme les camionnettes Tacoma de Toyota par des nouveuatés qui tardent à nous arriver.

Par conséquent, au cours des prochaines semaines, je devrai me «contenter» de véhicules 2023 dont la «vie utile» s’étirera fort possiblement de quelques moins jusqu’en 2024! La berline Stinger de Kia dont il est question cette semaine en est un exemple frappant. La Kia Stinger, Voiture de l’année 2019 de l’AJAC, en est à sa dernière année de production en 2023.

Aussi ironique que cela puisse paraître, alors qu’elle a été nommée «Voiture de l’année» par les membres de l’AJAC (Association des Journalistes Automobile du Canada) en 2019, la Stinger tirera sa révérence à la fin de l’année. C’est que, malgré toutes les belles qualités de la Stinger incluant son look agressif mais moderne, cette puissante berline ne se vend pas suffisamment pour en justifier la production. La Stinger n’aura duré qu’une seule génération.

La Stinger est une berline sportive qui sied bien dans le décor du Circuit Mont-Tremblant. (Photo Éric Descarries)

Oh! En passant, la Stinger partage sa plateforme et une grande partie de sa mécanique avec la plus luxueuse Genesis G70, une marque qui est proche cousine de Kia et Hyundai. Si la Stinger devait être une berline sportive s’adressant à une clientèle plus modeste, la Genesis devait être plus axée vers une clientèle plus riche. Mais au travers de tout cela, c’aura été les VUS de luxe qui auront été leur pire ennemi. La Genesis survivra…du moins pour le moment. Mais la Stinger sera éliminée.

La Stinger vue de l'arrière. (Photo Éric Descarries)

Lors de son lancement il y a quelques années, il était possible d’obtenir une berline Stinger (de pleine grandeur) avec un puissant quatre cylindres turbocompressé et la propulsion arrière. Mais, pour cette dernière production (dont le nom officiel de mon véhicule d’essai était Tribute), la Stinger n’est disponible qu’avec un V6 turbocompressé de 3,3 litres qui fait 368 chevaux et 376 li-pi de couple avec boîte automatique à huit rapports et la traction intégrale.

La Stinger n’aura connu qu’une seule forme de carrosserie, une grande berline à quatre portes avec toit fuyant qui peut accepter cinq personnes à son bord. Dès son lancement, cette belle Kia n’a reçu que des félicitations. Même aujourd’hui, on la reconnaît facilement sur la route, ne serait-ce que par sa silhouette élancée. Ma voiture d’essai de finition Tribute était une des 1000 autos de ce genre à être produite ainsi. Elle arborait une peinture optionnelle gris argenté mat.

Le tableau de bord de la Stinger est à la fois élégant et moderne! (Photo Éric Descarries)

L’intérieur de la Stinger a été créé pour concurrencer celui des berlines européennes qui forment la concurrence de la belle Coréenne. Le tableau de bord est très élégant avec des lignes courbes plaisantes à regarder. Plusieurs commandes d’accessoires sont d’un métal poli agréable au toucher. J’ai apprécié l’affichage de la vitesse à l’intérieur du pare-brise. L’écran du système de navigation et de la caméra de recul est suffisamment grand mais pas exagérément. Quand à toutes les commandes, elles sont faciles d’accès et d’opération.

Les places arrière sont aussi élégantes et spacieuses mais le toit fuyant peut limiter le débattement pour les têtes. (Photo Éric Descarries)

Les sièges d’avant ajustables de plusieurs façons sont aussi confortables alors qu’à l’arrière, les passagers jouiront de beaucoup d’espace pour les jambes mais la forme fuyante du toit pourrait rendre le débattement pour la tête un peu embarrassant. Toutefois, en ce qui a trait au coffre (accessible grâce à un grand hayon pratique), il est vaste et surtout très utile!

La Stinger est une berline à hayon qui propose un coffre vaste et facilement accessible. (Photo Éric Descarries)

Pour en revenir à la mécanique, répétons que le seul moteur disponible au Canada est ce V6 dont il est question plus haut combiné à la boîte automatique à huit rapports et à la traction intégrale qui ne peut qu’être utile en hiver au Québec. Toutefois, les pneus de la version Tribute que je conduisais étaient des Michelin Pilot Sport à taille très basse qui doivent absolument être remplacés par des pneus d’hiver de grande qualité la saison froide étant venue. Pas question de choisir de pneus à bon marché puisqu’il s’agit d’une voiture de performance qui peut grimper jusqu’à plus de 240 km/h ! Incidemment, ce type de performance explique pourquoi Kia a choisi des freins Brembo aussi de haute performance pour stopper ce bolide. On devinera qu’ils sont très puissants mais alors, on peut aussi reprocher à la direction d’être un peu moins ferme…

Le seul moteur offert dans la Kia Stinger est un V6 biturbo très rapide. (Photo Éric Descarries)

Sur la route

Prendre le volant de la Stinger est un pur plaisir. On fait vraiment affaire à une berline de performance qui est capable de passer du point mort à 100 km/h en moins de six secondes (et de procurer des reprises étonnantes tant les deux turbos entrent en action si rapidement) tout autant qu’elle est capable de transporter ses précieux passagers tout en douceur dans les rues plus ou moins parfaites de la ville. Question comportement sur des routes sinueuses, il faut se souvenir que l’on fait affaire à un véhicule de plus de 4000 livres mais on pourrait dire que ce comportement soit aussi prévisible. Le conducteur à l’esprit sportif appréciera les palettes au volant pour «jouer» avec la boîte automatique mais en général, le moteur et la boîte de vitesses fonctionnent très bien ensemble. Toutefois, j’aimerais apporter un petit bémol sur la visibilité. De l’avant et de côté, tout va bien. Mais la lunette arrière ovalisée est très couchée ce qui déforme la vue déjà restreinte par sa forme. Évidemment, en vitesse de croisière, le silence de roulement est de mise. Seriez-vous plus rassurés si j’ajoutais que la Stinger a reçu des mentions honorables pour la protection de ses passagers en cas de collision?

Question consommation (souvenez-vous qu’il s’agit ici d’une voiture  de «performance»), il faut comprendre que la berline Stinger a été créée pour «performer» avec de l’essence suprême. J’ai obtenu une moyenne de consommation à la pompe de 10,8 l./100 km alors que l’ordinateur de bord indiquait 9,8. Il faut dire que la plupart de mes déplacements (environ 75%) se sont faits sur autoroute.

Croyez-vous qu’une voiture avec autant de qualités devrait afficher un prix exorbitants? De base, une Stinger Tribute se détaille à 56 495$. Sur sa facture, il n’y avait aucune surcharge (même pour la peinture facultative) sauf pour le transport et la préparation dont les frais montaient à 1950 $ et la toujours aussi ridicule taxe d’accise fédérale pour la climatisation de 100 $ ce qui résulte en un prix final de 58 545 $.

Conclusion? Je l’avoue, j’aime les grandes berlines. Je les aime surtout pour de longs voyages. Par conséquent, la Stinger figure parmi mes meilleurs choix pour les grands déplacements. Je comprends que plusieurs consommateurs aiment mieux les VUS et les VUM pour des raisons pratiques. Mais j’ai bien aimé la Stinger. Je suis juste déçu qu’elle doive disparaître par…manque d’intérêt…

La dernière de la saison…

Comme vous le savez, je suis un mordu de courses automobile…surtout de compétitions locales qui mettent en vedette des participants locaux, que ce soit en ovale ou en circuit routier. Et vu que la Classique d’automne qui s’est déroulée au Circuit Mont-Tremblant le week-end dernier serait, à mes yeux, la dernière course d’importance pour nos pilotes locaux pour 2023, je me suis fait un devoir d’aller voir ces gens courageux en action le vendredi des pratiques (tous les pilotes ou presque sont en piste le vendredi alors que l’atmosphère dans les «paddocks» y est plutôt calme et sympathique).

Voici donc quelques photos de mes «amis» en piste (plus de leurs bagnoles que de leur visage…) avant qu’ils ne remisent leur bolide et que le sport reprenne vie le printemps prochain! Oh! En passant! On y roulait avec des «mufflers». Pis? J’ai aimé quand même!

Mon ami ontarien Russ Bond m’a avoué adorer courir à Tremblant, ne serait-ce que pour l’atmosphère fantastique qui y règne toujours. Russ étrennait sa toute récente Mazda RX-7 en remplacement de sa traditionnelle RX-3. (Photo Éric Descarries)

C’était la première fois que je voyais cette Mercury Comet 1964 en piste à Tremblant…une réplique de celle qui court à Goodwood en Angleterre? (Photo Éric Descarries)

Mon «vieux copain» de La Presse, Éric Lefrançois, y était avec son unique Lancia aux couleurs de la voiture que Gilles Villeneuve pilotait en Italie en 1979 ! (Photo Éric Descarries)

Autre «vieux copain», le vétéran Alain Raymond est revenu en piste avec une nouvelle petite Fiat ! (Photo Éric Descarries)

Paul Giroux est toujours au volant de la vieille MGB que son père Claude pilotait il y a plus de trente-cinq ans sur nos circuits! (Photo Éric Descarries)

Benoît Laflamme est passé de sa Triumph TR8 à cette légendaire Corvette qui courait autrefois en Trans-Am. (Photo Éric Descarries)

Mon copain (et «mécano») Edwin Beliveau était de retour en piste avec sa superbe Mustang 1966! (Photo Éric Descarries)

Jean-Pierre Ouimet est passé du stock-car au circuit routier mais il ne peut se passer de Chevrolet comme sa toute récente Camaro de course le prouve. (Photo Éric Descarries)

Il y a longtemps que j’avais vu le Trifluvien Raynald Hamelin en piste surtout au volant de sa toute récente Porsche Cayman! (Photo Éric Descarries)