#Classic Touring Car Racing Club

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1927 Bentley 3-Litre Sports Project

Registration no. YF 2654

Chassis no. TN1566

Engine no. TN1567

• Originally an Offord-bodied coupé

• Matching chassis and engine

• Family owned since March 1957

• Garaged unused for some 50-plus years

• 'Barn find' offered for restoration

With characteristic humility 'W O' was constantly amazed by the enthusiasm of later generations for the products of Bentley Motors Limited, and it is testimony to the soundness of his engineering design skills that so many of his products have survived. From the humblest of beginnings in a mews garage off Baker Street, London in 1919 the Bentley rapidly achieved fame as an exciting fast touring car, well able to compete with the best of European and American sports cars in the tough world of motor sport in the 1920s. Bentley's domination at Le Mans in 1924, 1927, 1928, 1929 and 1930 is legendary, and one can only admire the Herculean efforts of such giants as Woolf Barnato, Jack Dunfee, Tim Birkin and Sammy Davis, consistently wrestling the British Racing Green sports cars to victory.

W O Bentley proudly unveiled the new 3-litre car bearing his name on Stand 126 at the 1919 Olympia Motor Exhibition, the prototype engine having fired up for the first time just a few weeks earlier. Bentley's four-cylinder 'fixed head' engine incorporated a single overhead camshaft, four-valves per cylinder and a bore/stroke of 80x149mm. Twin ML magnetos provided the ignition and power was transmitted via a four-speed gearbox with right-hand change. The pressed-steel chassis started off with a wheelbase of 9' 9½", then adopted dimensions of 10' 10" ('Standard Long') in 1923, the shorter frame being reserved for the TT Replica and subsequent Speed Model. Rear wheel brakes only were employed up to 1924 when four-wheel Perrot-type brakes were introduced.

In only mildly developed form, this was the model that was to become a legend in motor racing history and which, with its leather-strapped bonnet, classical radiator design and British Racing Green livery, has become the archetypal Vintage sports car.

Early success in the 1922 Isle of Man Tourist Trophy, when Bentleys finished second, fourth, and fifth to take the Team Prize, led to the introduction of the TT Replica (later known as the Speed Model and identified by the Red Label on its radiator ) on the existing 9' 9½" wheelbase, short standard chassis. Bentley had made approximately 1,600 3-Litre models when production ceased in 1929, the majority of which were bodied by Vanden Plas with either open tourer or saloon coachwork.

Dr Clare Hay's authoritative work, Bentley, The Vintage Years, records the fact that chassis number 'TN1566' (with engine number '1567') was completed in April 1927 on the long standard 10' 10" wheelbase chassis with coupé coachwork by Offord. Hay records that 'TN1567' was first owned by one W A Thompson and registered as 'YF 2654', noting: "Now 2 seater on 9' 0" wheelbase." It is not known when this modification was carried out.

The next ownership record we have is an old-style buff logbook issued on 1st June 1950 listing four owners: Arthur Ratcliffe Ainsworth of Dorking; A B B Woodburn of Bolesworth; Bursledon Autos of Sholing; and one Miss Mary Louisa White, BSc, who registered the Bentley on 2nd March 1957. Miss White appears to have been a most enthusiastic owner, a view supported by the numerous Bentley Drivers Club membership cards on file, mostly dating from the late 1950s to the mid 1970s, while there are also some spectator's passes, an RAC membership card and a VCC official's badge. According to the deceased's family, Miss Mary Louisa White passed away in 2005 and was the last known person to drive the Bentley in the late 50s or early 60s. 'YF 2654' was then left to Miss Nicola White, (the last recorded keepers' niece) along with the property where the Bentley was kept. Miss Nicola White passed away in July 2023.

Additional documentation includes assorted correspondence, sundry bills, insurance paperwork, a later buff logbook (1963), an old-style V5 registration document, and four MoT certificates, the most recent of which was issued in 1964. The most recent tax discs on file date from the 1960s, so it seems reasonable to conclude that the Bentley was taken off the road sometime towards the end of that decade. It has remained in the owner's garage ever since, concealed beneath a variety of non-Bentley-related clutter, and is presented in 'barn find' condition, ripe for sympathetic restoration. Sold strictly as viewed, 'YF 2654' represents a wonderful opportunity to bring a long-forgotten 'W O' Bentley back to life.

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Shibuya Punk

Shibuya Punk is an aesthetic based on various media that surrounds Social Media Platform 4biddenluv, Cuisine Industry, Acid Streetwear Trade Shows, X Games, Drift Racing, Graffiti, Prison Gangs, or all of the following in an urban setting.

KEY MOTIFS

Graffiti, Prison Gangs, Underground Poker, X Games, Drift Racing, StockX Stores, Underground Hip-hop and Punk Music, Surround Sound System, Mouth Jewellery, Ecstasy Trafficking (Acid Streetwear Trade Shows & Raves), Strip Clubs, Happy Ending Massages, Swingers Club (only when single), In-car Prostitution, Culinary Real Estate & Food Court Holding Company, Restaurant Clientèle Based Grocery Store, Cuisine Investment Trust, Street Food Festival/Tour, Top Tier Rear-wheel Drive Car Tune Ups, Exploration of Commercial Areas and Cities

KEY VALUES

Individualism, anti-authority, anti-capitalism, freedom of expression

CRIMINOLOGY THEORIES

Choice Theory: The belief that individuals choose to commit a crime, looking at the opportunities before them, weighing the benefit versus the punishment, and deciding whether to proceed or not.

Classical Theory: Similar to the choice theory, this theory ascertains that people think before they proceed with criminal actions; that when one commits a crime, it is because the individual decided that it was advantageous to commit the crime.

Critical Theory: Critical theory upholds the belief that a small few, the elite of the society, decide laws and the definition of crime; those who commit crimes disagree with the laws that were created to keep control of them.

Labeling Theory: Those who follow the labeling theory of criminology ascribe to the fact that an individual will become what he is labeled or what others expect him to become; the danger comes from calling a crime a crime and a criminal a criminal.

Life Course Theory: The theory that a person’s “course” in life is determined by short (transitory) and long (trajectory) events in his life, and crime can result when a transitory event causes stress in a person’s life causing him to commit a crime against society.

Positivist Theory: The positivist rejects the idea that each individual makes a conscious, rational choice to commit a crime; rather, some individuals are abnormal in intelligence, social acceptance, or some other way, and that causes them to commit crime.

Rational Choice Theory: Reasons that an individual thinks through each action, deciding on whether it would be worth the risk of committing a crime to reap the benefits of that crime, whether the goal be financial, pleasure, or some other beneficial result.

Routine Activity Theory: Followers of the routine activity theory believe that crime is inevitable, and that if the target is attractive enough, crime will happen; effective measures must be in place to deter crime from happening.

Social Learning Theory: Social learning indicates that individuals learn from those around them; they base their morals and activities on what they see others in their social environment doing.

Strain Theory: The theory holds that individuals will turn to a life of crime when they are strained, or when they are unable to achieve the goals of the society, whether power, finance, or some other desirable goal.

Trait Theory: Those who follow the trait theory believe that individuals have certain traits that will contribute to whether or not they are capable of committing a crime when pushed in a certain direction, or when they are in duress.

Consensual or Victimless Crime: Consensual crime refers to crimes that do not directly harm other individuals or property. Rather, individuals choose to participate in risky behaviors that may be considered against the law. This includes indulging in drug use, prostitution, or obscenity.

AESTHETIC THEORIES

Subjective

Based on or influenced by personal feelings, tastes, or opinions

Precarious Balance

Precariously: If something is happening or positioned precariously, it's in danger. A glass could be precariously balanced on the edge of a table. If something is on the verge of danger, then the word precariously fits.

Semblance

Semblance is generally used to suggest a contrast between outward appearance and inner reality.

Phantasmagorical

Having a fantastic or deceptive appearance

adjective. having a fantastic or deceptive appearance, as something in a dream or created by the imagination. having the appearance of an optical illusion, especially one produced by a magic lantern.

Law of Polarity in Relationships

In any successful relationship that has an intimate connection and sexual attraction, there is polarity. What does this mean exactly? Polarity in relationships is the spark that occurs between two opposing energies: masculine and feminine. Gender does not affect whether you have masculine or feminine energy.

Second Reflection

Burden Aesthetics with Intentions

The Second Reflection lays hold of the Technical Procedures

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Transportation Embroidery Machine Designs

Discover Our Collection of Transportation Embroidery Machine Designs:

From Classic Cars to Modern Planes

Embroidery enthusiasts and crafters, buckle up! We're about to take you on a journey through our exciting collection of transportation embroidery machine designs. Whether you're a fan of vintage automobiles, sleek motorcycles, majestic ships, or soaring aircraft, our diverse range of patterns will inspire you to create stunning projects that celebrate the world of transportation. The Allure of Transportation-Themed Embroidery Transportation has always captured the human imagination. From the first wheel to the latest spacecraft, modes of travel have shaped our history, culture, and dreams. It's no wonder that transportation-themed embroidery designs are so popular among crafters of all skill levels. These intricate patterns allow you to add a touch of nostalgia, adventure, or technical precision to your embroidery projects. Whether you're personalizing a denim jacket with a classic car motif, creating a nautical-themed throw pillow, or embellishing a child's backpack with colorful trains, our transportation designs offer endless possibilities for creative expression. Exploring Our Transportation Design Categories - Automotive Designs: A Drive Down Memory Lane Our automotive embroidery designs feature a wide array of vehicles that will appeal to car enthusiasts of all ages. From meticulously detailed vintage cars to sleek modern sports cars, you'll find patterns that capture the essence of automotive history and innovation. Popular designs in this category include: - Classic American muscle cars - Elegant European luxury vehicles - Rugged off-road trucks and SUVs - Quirky vintage VW Beetles and microcars These designs are perfect for personalizing mechanic's uniforms, creating unique car club merchandise, or adding a retro touch to home decor items. 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From majestic sailing ships to modern cruise liners, these patterns evoke the adventure and mystery of ocean voyages. Highlights of our maritime design collection include: - Tall ships with billowing sails - Lighthouses and coastal scenes - Anchors and nautical symbols - Modern yachts and speedboats These designs are perfect for adding a nautical touch to home decor, creating themed apparel for sailing enthusiasts, or embellishing beach accessories. Link to the Transportation Designs  - Aviation Embroidery: Let Your Imagination Take Flight For those who dream of soaring through the clouds, our aviation embroidery designs offer a range of options that celebrate the miracle of flight. From early biplanes to modern jets, these patterns capture the technical precision and romance of aviation. Popular designs in our aviation collection include: - Vintage propeller planes - Modern commercial airliners - Military aircraft - Hot air balloons and blimps These designs are ideal for personalizing pilot uniforms, creating aviation-themed gifts, or adding a touch of wanderlust to travel accessories. Link to the Transportation Designs  - Train and Railway Designs: All Aboard for Embroidery Fun Train enthusiasts will love our collection of railway-themed embroidery designs. From steam locomotives to bullet trains, these patterns capture the nostalgia and excitement of rail travel. Highlights of our train design collection include: - Classic steam engines - Modern high-speed trains - Charming railway stations - Detailed train components like wheels and signals Link to the Transportation Designs  These designs are perfect for creating themed quilts, personalizing conductor uniforms, or adding a touch of vintage charm to home decor items. These designs are ideal for creating unique science-themed apparel, personalizing items for space enthusiasts, or adding an otherworldly touch to children's room decor. Tips for Working with Transportation Embroidery Designs - Choose the right fabric: Transportation designs often feature intricate details, so select a stable fabric that can support the stitch count without puckering or distorting. - Use appropriate stabilizers: Depending on the complexity of the design and the fabric you're using, you may need to experiment with different types of stabilizers to achieve the best results. - Consider color choices: While many transportation designs look great in realistic colors, don't be afraid to get creative with unexpected color combinations for a more artistic or whimsical effect. - Scale designs appropriately: Make sure to resize designs to fit your project, keeping in mind that some very detailed patterns may not scale down well without losing clarity. - Experiment with thread types: Metallic threads can add a realistic shine to vehicle details, while variegated threads can create interesting effects for backgrounds or scenic elements. Inspiring Project Ideas - Create a transportation-themed quilt using a variety of vehicle designs. - Personalize denim jackets or vests with patches featuring different modes of transportation. - Design unique pillowcases for a child's room, each featuring a different vehicle. - Embroider a series of vintage travel posters featuring various modes of transportation. - Create custom luggage tags or travel accessories with aviation or cruise ship designs. Conclusion: Your Journey Through Transportation Embroidery Begins Here Our collection of transportation embroidery machine designs offers a ticket to endless creative possibilities. Whether you're a seasoned embroiderer or just starting your crafting journey, these patterns provide the perfect way to celebrate the history, innovation, and romance of human transportation. From the ground to the sea to the sky and beyond, our designs capture the essence of movement and adventure. So, fire up your embroidery machine, choose your favorite design, and let your creativity hit the open road. The only limit is your imagination! Link to the Transportation Designs  Read the full article

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No Peugeot J5 - Instead, Take on a BMW E9 Restoration

When it comes to classic car restoration, choices abound. While some may gravitate towards models like the Peugeot J5, there's a compelling argument to turn your attention to the legendary BMW E9. Revered for its timeless design, engineering excellence, and a rich racing heritage, the BMW E9 stands out as an iconic classic worthy of any enthusiast's time and effort. This blog post explores why you should consider bypassing the Peugeot J5 and instead embark on a journey of BMW E9 restoration. We'll delve into the history, the allure, and the step-by-step process to revive this automotive masterpiece.

The Allure of the BMW E9

The BMW E9 series, produced between 1968 and 1975, is synonymous with elegance and performance. Known for its distinctive coupe design, the E9 models, including the 2800 CS, 3.0 CS, and the high-performance 3.0 CSL, have become cherished collector's items. These cars are celebrated not only for their stunning aesthetics but also for their robust engineering and racing pedigree.

Why Choose the BMW E9 Over the Peugeot J5?

Historical Significance: The BMW E9 has a storied history in motorsports, particularly in European touring car championships. Its achievements on the track add a layer of prestige to its restoration.

Aesthetic Appeal: The E9’s sleek lines, aggressive stance, and luxurious interior make it a head-turner. Restoring an E9 allows you to bring back a piece of automotive art.

Investment Potential: Restored BMW E9 models often appreciate in value, making them a potentially lucrative investment.

Community and Support: There is a vibrant community of BMW E9 enthusiasts and specialists. This network can be invaluable for sourcing parts, advice, and support throughout your restoration project.

The Restoration Journey: Step-by-Step Guide

Finding the Right BMW E9

Before you start, locating a suitable BMW E9 is crucial. Look for models with minimal rust and solid structural integrity. Online classifieds, auctions, and classic car clubs are excellent places to begin your search.

Detailed Assessment and Planning

Once you've acquired your E9, conduct a thorough assessment. Document the car's condition, noting areas needing attention, such as the body, engine, interior, and electrical systems. Create a comprehensive restoration plan, breaking down the project into manageable stages.

Disassembly and Documentation

Carefully disassemble the vehicle, labeling and organizing all parts. Photograph every step to ensure accurate reassembly later. This meticulous approach will save you time and headaches down the line.

Bodywork and Rust Repair

The E9, like many classics, can suffer from rust, especially in the floor pans, wheel arches, and sills. Cut out and replace any rusted sections with new metal. If necessary, enlist a professional welder to ensure the car's structural integrity.

Engine and Mechanical Overhaul

Rebuilding the engine and transmission is often a significant part of the restoration. The E9's inline-six engines, particularly the 3.0-liter variants, are known for their durability but may require new seals, gaskets, and other components after decades of use. Overhaul the suspension and braking systems as well, replacing worn parts with new or refurbished ones.

Interior Restoration

The interior of the BMW E9 is a blend of luxury and sportiness. Reupholster the seats, refurbish the dashboard, and replace any worn trim pieces. Attention to detail here will enhance both the car's value and your driving experience.

Electrical Systems

Update the electrical systems, ensuring all wiring, gauges, and lighting are functional. While you may opt for modern upgrades for reliability, strive to maintain the classic appearance.

Painting and Finishing Touches

Choose a high-quality paint that matches the original BMW color palette. Proper surface preparation, priming, and painting will result in a showroom-quality finish. Once painted, carefully reassemble the vehicle, following your documentation and photos.

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From Spectators to Storytellers: Crafting Unforgettable Memories on the Racing Circuit

The primal thrill of the racetrack — the guttural roar of engines, the blur of colour as machines defy gravity, the electric crackle of anticipation in the air — has captivated audiences for over a century. But what if you could transcend the role of a passive observer and become an active participant in the narrative? Buckle up, gearheads, because this is your guide to transforming from a spectator into a storyteller, crafting memories on the racing circuit that will last a lifetime.

Beyond the Bleachers: Unveiling the Human Drama

Sure, the on-track action is undeniably thrilling. But the magic around a motor racing circuit goes far deeper than chequered flags and podium finishes. It’s a captivating human drama, a tapestry woven from ambition, perseverance, and the unyielding pursuit of excellence. Look beyond the sleek machines and see the stories etched onto the faces of drivers, etched with the steely focus of veterans and the nervous energy of rookies. Witness the meticulous work of pit crews, their synchronised movements a ballet of precision under immense pressure.

Engage Your Senses: A Multi-Sensory Feast

Motor racing isn’t just a visual spectacle. It’s a symphony for the senses. Feel the ground vibrate beneath your feet with each passing car. Smell the heady cocktail of burnt rubber and high-octane fuel. Hear the cacophony of engines screaming in unison, punctuated by the shrieks of tires battling for grip. Immerse yourself in the experience, letting these sensory details become the brushstrokes that paint your personal racing narrative.

Unearthing the Backstories: Beyond the Finish Line

The true storytellers at the racetrack aren’t limited to the drivers. Chat with passionate fans who can recount every twist and turn of legendary races. Seek out vintage car enthusiasts who can regale you with tales of iconic machines and the daring men who piloted them. Explore the history of the track itself, each turn whispering stories of triumphs and heartbreaks from years gone by. These conversations and discoveries add layers of depth to your experience, transforming a mere race into a living, breathing narrative.

Capture the Moment: From Spectator to Shutterbug

In the digital age, we all have powerful storytelling tools at our fingertips. Don’t just witness the action — capture it! Experiment with different angles and perspectives, zooming in on the raw emotion etched on a driver’s face or panning out to capture the sheer scale and energy of the track. Share your photos and videos online, weaving your own visual narrative into the larger tapestry of the race.

Embrace the Unexpected: When Plans Go Awry (But Memories are Made)

Sometimes, the most memorable moments on the racing circuit aren’t scripted. Maybe you witness a dramatic last-lap overtake that leaves you speechless. Perhaps you find yourself befriended by a group of seasoned fans who share their passion and knowledge. Embrace the unexpected! These serendipitous encounters and unforeseen twists are the lifeblood of any good story, and they’ll undoubtedly become the most cherished anecdotes when you recount your racing adventures.

A Gateway to a Grander Adventure

A single race weekend can be an exhilarating experience, but for the truly dedicated, it can be the gateway to a grander adventure. Explore the world of Vintage Car Racing, where meticulously restored classics roar back to life on legendary tracks. Consider joining a club or forum to connect with fellow enthusiasts, share stories, and delve deeper into the world of motorsport.

A Subtle Nudge: Pearl Lemon Classics — Crafting Bespoke Racing Experiences

For those seeking an unparalleled immersion into the world of classic car racing, consider a bespoke tour crafted by Pearl Lemon Classics. Imagine yourself transported to the heart of the action at prestigious events like the Goodwood Revival or Le Mans Classic, gaining exclusive access to private collections and legendary racetracks.

The Final Lap: More Than Just a Race

By embracing these tips, you’ll transform your next trip to the racetrack from a passive experience into an active adventure. You’ll become a storyteller, capturing the drama, the sensory feast, and the human spirit that defines motor racing. So, ditch the bleachers, grab your camera, and get ready to create memories that will leave you breathless long after the chequered flag falls. After all, the greatest stories aren’t just witnessed, they’re lived.

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The Auburn Cord Duesenberg Automobile Museum. Where the World’s Finest Cars of Yesterday Live Today!  

The Auburn Cord Duesenberg Automobile Museum offers over 120 cars on exhibit on three levels, nine automotive themed galleries allow the visitor to experience everything from classic cars (as defined by the Classic Car Club of America), to Indiana built cars, to racing and engineering themed exhibits and the original Auburn Automobile Company showroom and company offices.

Preservation

Pushing the limits on maintaining the Auburn Automobile Company in its original and existing state, as a public service.

Excellence

Be recognized for excellence in its collection, exhibitions, educational programs and other activities and through the professionalism and leadership demonstrated by its board, director, staff, and volunteers.

Experiential

The ideal benchmark in providing inspiration and information, using its brand to differentiate its collection, archival findings, and the building itself.

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Top 5 Android Racing Games for an Epic Gaming Experience in 2024!

Rev up your engines and get ready for a thrilling ride through the world of Android racing games in 2024! Whether you enjoy high-octane speed, intense competition, or immersive graphics, our carefully curated list has something for every racing enthusiast. From realistic simulations to arcade-style fun, these games offer unique gameplay mechanics, stunning visuals, and hours of adrenaline-pumping entertainment. So, tighten your seatbelts as we dive into the world of Android racing games!

Real Racing 3

Genre: Simulation Gameplay Mechanics: Real Racing 3 provides a realistic racing experience with accurate car physics, dynamic reflections, and detailed tracks. The game boasts a vast selection of over 300 meticulously crafted cars from popular manufacturers like Ferrari, Porsche, and Lamborghini. You can participate in various events, including real-time multiplayer races, time trials, and endurance challenges.

Standout Features:

Stunning graphics and lifelike visuals

Real-world tracks and licensed cars

Engaging multiplayer mode for competitive racing

Frequent updates with new content and challenges

A dedicated community of passionate racers

Asphalt 9: Legends - Epic Car Action Racing Game

Genre: Arcade Gameplay Mechanics: Asphalt 9: Legends offers fast-paced, arcade-style racing with a focus on high-speed stunts and over-the-top action. Featuring a roster of more than 60 prestigious cars, including top brands like Lamborghini, Porsche, and Ferrari, this game lets you unleash your inner daredevil. Take on AI opponents or challenge friends in multiplayer mode, pulling off gravity-defying maneuvers and experiencing breathtaking crashes.

Standout Features:

Spectacular graphics and visual effects

Extensive car customization options

TouchDrive control system for easy handling

Online multiplayer races with up to 8 players

Immersive career mode with a compelling storyline

Beach Buggy Racing 2: Island Adventure

Genre: Casual Gameplay Mechanics: Beach Buggy Racing 2 combines classic kart racing with tropical beach vibes. Race against AI opponents or challenge friends in thrilling multiplayer battles. Collect and upgrade power-ups, dodge obstacles, and explore a variety of colorful and imaginative tracks. With a wide range of quirky characters and vehicles, this game delivers a fun and lighthearted racing experience.

Standout Features:

Engaging power-ups and special abilities

Stunning tropical environments and vibrant visuals

Fluid controls and smooth gameplay

Cross-platform multiplayer support

Regular content updates and new tracks

Gear.Club - True Racing

Genre: Simulation Gameplay Mechanics: Gear.Club offers a realistic racing experience with a focus on car customization and tuning. In this game, you'll enter prestigious clubs and compete in thrilling races against AI opponents. Immerse yourself in a vast open-world environment with stunning visuals and meticulously detailed cars. Master each track, upgrade your vehicle, and become a true racing champion.

Standout Features:

Highly detailed cars with realistic handling

Extensive customization and tuning options

Beautifully rendered environments with dynamic weather conditions

Immersive single-player campaign with challenging events

Online multiplayer races and leaderboards

Horizon Chase - World Tour

Genre: Arcade Gameplay Mechanics: Horizon Chase is a nostalgic homage to classic arcade racing games. With its retro-inspired graphics and straightforward controls, it captures the essence of old-school racing. Travel through various countries, unlocking new tracks and cars along the way. Enjoy a thrilling sense of speed, catchy soundtracks, and challenging gameplay that will keep you hooked for hours.

Standout Features:

Retro-style graphics and immersive art design

A wide variety of tracks inspired by real-world locations

Simple but addictive gameplay mechanics

An original and energetic soundtrack

Local multiplayer mode for split-screen races

Conclusion: With a plethora of fantastic Android racing games available in 2024, there's no shortage of options for adrenaline junkies and car enthusiasts alike. Whether you prefer realistic simulations, action-packed arcades, or casual kart racing, the games on this list deliver thrilling experiences with unique features and impressive visuals. So, buckle up, hit the accelerator, and embark on a breathtaking journey of speed, skill, and excitement with these top-notch Android racing games!

5 Must-Try Android Puzzle Games Free in 2024

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👹 Match Made In Hell 👹 || Aemond x Reader (My Demon AU) (Part One)

Next Chapter

🍒 Heiress!Reader meets Aemond the Devil.

🍒 rating: explicit (18+ MDNI)

🍒 warning: Dark!Aemond, violence, misogyny, mentions of cheating, Aemond is a demon in a fic, he’s a d*ckhead, but charming, reader is a b*tch, spoiled brat, smut, hate sex, contract, blood kink, religion themes, knife play, sexual tension, Aemond in a red suit, money kink, p in v sex, breeding kink, sex in the club, sex in a hospital bed. toxic relationship, jealousy, stalking, blackmail, argument, Demon!Aemond has powers, but needs reader to fuel and restore his power. The story from the show will be different in fanfic. Inspired by K-Drama “My Demon”.

Chapter One: The Heiress and the Devil’s Contract

“What do you say, little darling? Shall we seal the contract?” A sultry voice caressed into your ears. “I promise that your life and reputation will be instilled by me. So think of me as your guardian angel. But in return, I must have your soul.”

~Prior to the contract~

This is NOT how it’s supposed to go. You have a date night with some guy, the son of a CEO at some company you don’t even remember or don’t want to remember.

Fuck my life.

My shitty life.

Your car broke down in the middle of the road, and it was hell. On a rainy weather, under a dark hour, pouring continuously into your perfectly manicured appearance, a perfectly manicured appearance of you wanting to fuck the guy up and break the contract from further collaboration; the secretary informed you about the son of the CEO; he’s a drug-addict and a playboy; always out for parties and flashing bills at strippers with poor cosmetic surgery done. He rarely recalls your face, but said you’re a classy bitch made from little rich family—too uptight and serious, their stern faces are default of their “smiles”.

You were the only child, and you hated being the only child; burdens resting on your shoulders for the sake of their filthy rich legacy. But it’s no lie when you love money and materials more than anyone else. Money brings happy company, not misery.

On this night, you were originally planning on going vacation to South Korea and Philippines, and forget work life for two weeks—two weeks of shopping spree with new clothes, advanced skincare products, have the ultimate spa treatment and a longinsh tour with your Grandma, who was now retired at the lavish mansion in the South Korea. But now, you’re drenched and stuck under a heavy downpour; your clean, girlish appearance soaked, your long, thick curls flattened, and your soft makeup affected to a point it’s nearly bare.

“Fuck, I’d rather kill my supposed date I’m dating than be stuck in this stupid fucking rain! Now I’m gonna have to call my butler to pick me up so I can beat the fuck out of that CEO’s fuckboy son!”

Truth be told, you like being a bitch, you like being pissed off to the world. And you can’t deny that. Anything or anyone you dislike, you expressed it immediately, even showing reactions that your family warned you not to do, but you did it anyway. Your family is classic family-oriented and classy. You are classy but you like to roughen things up harder than what your family normally does.

Getting off the flat-tired car, you slammed the car door, and began dialing the phone to a car mechanic, then to your personal butler as you walk path down the road in a light foggy rain. It was winter, with your red coat and laced-up thigh black boots, with your Apple watch and choker accessorized, you were hoping for the night to end. Your phone beeped, and your iPhone rang, showed a screen of your supposed date was hanging out with another girl—had his hand on a girl’s ass. Another night, another club to attend.

The night worsened when three men stepping out from the backseats of your car, chasing after you. With your high-heeled boots, you ran as fast as you can, racing for your life, until you reached the empty road by the curved path where you could see nothing but dark mountains and trees, then a rock tumbled you over the ground. Three guys surrounded you, and you have nowhere to go; the boots made you tired. Your getup makes you feel weak and desperate.

“Where’s the money?” the man yelled.

“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about!” you said, rasping.

“If you don’t want your clothes and shoes to get ruin, you better pay up,” he said as two guys eyeing on your limping body.

“Who sent you?” you demanded.

“Don’t worry, lady, when this is all over, you can visit your loved ones in heaven; Boss will be happy once you’re disposed,” the man said, cackling, and all men slid their knives out, ready for a killshot.

Instantly, you pepper sprayed on all three before absconding and when you tripped again, the man fled towards you, but the quiet air has gone quieter, and the light fog has set in heavier. In the midst of the road, a tall silhouette emerged.

A tall man with long, red coat underneath a red suit, Oxford shoes, and what struck you the most is the long silver-white hair and an eyepatch on his left eye.

Who the fuck is he?

At once, the man in crimson suit snapped his fingers and the enemies’s movements have stopped; the man in a crimson suit had his palm open, summoning the scrolled paper in thin air and smite them, all faded into smoky ashes.

The smell of ashes trailed into the crisp air, and thin traces left scattered across the sky, leaving you standing and staring at the mysterious gentleman in red.

The scrolled disappeared from his hand and pivoted around, spotting you in your pathetic form.

“You shouldn’t be out on the road, my lady, you might get killed,” he said.

“We’re in the middle of a fucking road! Of course we’re going to die!”

He chuckled, walking towards you, his gloved hands placed on his back. Up close, violet twinkled back at yours. With a man who’s slender and tall with long and luscious silver-white hair, who knew he could be so gorgeous up close?

“Are you supposed to be a pirate? Because eye-patches are outdated!”

His charming smile turned into a frown. “Do you have any idea who I am?”

Your arms crossed over your chest. “Nope. Definitely not. If you’ll excuse me, I’ll have to call my butler again,” you said, dialing as you walked away from him, but only to bump against his body.

You could’ve sworn he was right behind you as you left. “How the—”

“Answer my question, darling,” his voice darkened. “Do you know how I am?”

“Should I be?”

His face leaned too close to yours. “I’m Aemond Targaryen, son of Viserys, the rightful heir to the Iron Throne.”

You found this amusing. “Right. And I’m a good daughter of the filthy rich family. Nice try. But I’ve watched House of the Dragons, and you are nowhere near as Ewan Mitchell’s level,” you said.

He snorted. “Stupid girl. I am Aemond Targaryen. Once.”

Suddenly you stopped smiling. “Are you working for him, too?”

“Him?” Aemond’s head tilted.

“That fuckboy—the one I’m supposed to be seeing tonight! He went with the other bitch at the club!”

“I do not understand your terms, my lady,” he said in smooth tone.

Frustrated, your hand slammed against your face. “I want to beat that fucker up as soon as I’m on my way to the club. Whoever you are, dude, just go. I’m on my way to severe ties with him. He’s not going to get any of the belongings and certainly he’s not going to steal my money.”

He snatched your wrist and dragged you at the edge of the road, where you couldn’t see nothing but darkness below.

“Hey, watch where you’re touching me!” you bellowed, smacking his hand with your tiny, but expensive purse.

His face etched in smirk. “Maybe you should try to thank me. Instead of screaming. Though I don’t mind hearing your screams.”

Blushing, you snapped, “Let go of me! I don’t want to hear anymore of your perverted thoughts.”

Both of you stared for so long it felt the time stopped—your anger for the fuckboy suddenly vanished and forgotten, and the situation on your broken car has forgotten, too.

He chuckled again. “Sweet girl,” he murmured caressed into your ear, his slender hand slid on your upper arm, goosebumps rippled over your sleeved skin. “You have to trust me.”

What—

Then he shoved you in the water far below from the edge of a curved road.

~Present~

You were at the hospital by the time you woke up, heaving hard; the tubes in your nose plugged, and the beeping of the heart machine paced. You weren’t in your expensive brand clothes anymore, rather in a white hospital gown. The woman beside you stood up—your grandmother.

“Oh thank god, you’re awake!” she said frantically. “Why are you trying to kill yourself?”

Bewildered, you muttered, “I wasn’t…”

“But thank god your personal butler found you in the water and brought you in the hospital,” your nanny insisted. “You’re all over the news.”

She pressed the flat screen tv on, revealing the latest news regarding to the heiress of the Aurora Company.

The Headlines are glaringly clear:

AURORA’S HEIRESS ATTEMPTED SUICIDE

“Your mother and father should be on their way,” your grandmother reminded you. “They’ve brought your favorite food. Hospital food is often grotesque.”

“I called the butler last night—my car broke down—flat tires,” you told her.

“Don’t worry about your shabby car; I’ll go buy you a new one like a Ferrari or Lamborghini,” your grandmother said, brushed your long hair with her manicured nails. “Your butler’s here with me, just to make sure you’re safe.” And kissed atop of your head.

The butler entered the room.

“Thank you for saving her,” your grandmother said with a wholesome grin curled on her lips and her eyes squinted in relief and joy before she left.

As soon as the door closed, your butler transformed into a man with tallish figure in red coat and long whitish locks and a familiar eye patch.

Screaming, you staggered back against the metal frame of your hospital bed, but he only chortled, watching you flailing like a cat in cold water.

“So happy to see you alive,” he purred.

“You pushed me off the road!” Hospital blankets bundled up in your tightened chest.

“And I did.”

Surprised doesn’t even cover how your frightened state. Breathing hard, you said, “Why?”

He switched the channel, unveiling the man-child who are you supposed to date, ended up in jail. But he was at the nightclub, and not with you.

“Why is he in jail?”

“He’s being questioned.”

“Of what?!”

“The police caught your fuckboy red-handed. You’re not the only one is in the news, sweetheart.”

Shuddering, you said, “There were no security cameras that night!”

“No, but they made a speculation of injuring you before that “little” incident. Apparently some spectators claimed you’re being abused by the son of CEO. But overall, he’s being arrested by these strange substances that you humans called pleasure and fun. He has been causing himself a bad reputation—not surprising, really. Everyone thought he’s the main cause to why you did an attempt suicide.”

“I never mentioned anything about him or the CEO or anything about myself last night!”

Aemond chuckled, sitting beside you on the hospital bed. “No, but I did.”

“How?!”

Aemond stared at you longer than it should have.

“Remember I asked you who I am?”

Swallowing, you nodded.

“I am once called as Aemond Targaryen, King Viserys’s son, Prince Regent. That was long ago. When I died at the age of twenty, refashioned myself, I knew hope was waiting for me.”

Shivering, you asked, “Who are you?”

His teeth glinted. “I’m the Devil.”

Lowering your eyes down on your lap, you spotted something on your wrist. Panicking, you rubbed and scratched off the skin on your wrist so badly skin bled badly.

The mark on your wrist was a glowing red cross.

Aemond, on the other hand, flabbergasted at your attempt to erase the mark—his mark registered onto your smooth flesh.

“Stop!” he said.

Tears prickled in your eyes. “My mom is going to kill me!”

Forgot to mention one more thing. Your family are religious.

He then snatched your bleeding wrist and brought it to his lips, licking the wounds. Both of you watched as the fresh wound restored back to its original form as if you never hurt yourself in the first place.

“Let’s make a deal, shall we? I will take down whoever’s trying to hurt you, and I’ll make sure the enemies meet their Maker—your Maker.” He crossed his leg over. “But each time I hurt your enemies, I must used the mark on your arm.”

You refused.

Aemond chortled. “You should be thanking me, little darling. Be thankful you’re still alive.”

“I could’ve died!”

“You didn’t,” his voice hardened.

“You motherfucker! Why did you do it?! What kind of a man that compliments me and then pushes me off?!”

“I am no ordinary man,” he reminded.

“But you look like one.”

“This is the look I have from the past—the time in Westeros.”

“Blah, blah, blah, I don’t get it. Besides, Westeros and Aemond only exist in fiction.”

His violet eye hardened. “Then don’t bother.”

“And what if I refuse? I refused to be used by you? I won’t submit myself to a demonic fuck like you! Not in a million years!”

Aemond leaned closer, your heart quickened, palms smothered in sweat.

“You’re going to love me, sweetheart,” he purred, tucking the strand behind your ear. “I can give you so much more, if you only you let me, if only you let me into your open arms. Don’t you remember?”

“Remember what?”

Aemond clicked his tongue, slowly clambered onto the hospital bed, but his hand seized your wrists and pinned above your head as he gathered your body and tugged down, leading your head plopping on the pillows with a sound of your yelp, shutting your eyes.

“Shall I remind you, love?” His tongue slithered to your throat, then up to your lips, the squelching sound of collided lips.

“How beautiful you look when you’re frightened and confused, how you look like an innocent lamb but you look so deliciously angry, like a spoiled brat being tamed. How I looked into your wide eyes, and see nothing but pettiness.” His gloved hand inserted into your pussy while his thumb circled your throbbing clit.

Blush formed into your cheeks. “Hey!”

His soft lips slammed over your mouth. Then your hospital gown hiked around your waist, revealing no underwear.

“Perfect,” he said, unveiling his hardened cock, and slammed himself into your pussy. With a loud moan, Aemond picked up his pace, both of your flesh grew hotter and redder, as Aemond’s enlarged rod thrusted in demonic speed, bruising your tight, virgin walls. It indicated when he saw blood trailing down onto the hospital sheets. Proudly, Aemond’s hands gripped onto your waist, hips pounding snapped to your cervix, his head threw back, breathy moans unleashed.

Heavenly.

Instinctively, you clutched onto him, clawing his backside beneath his red suit, scratching with your red polished nails.

Metal bed creaked, quiet sighs protruding. “Gods, you’re so tight,” he moaned, his thrusts became sloppy, abdomen taut as his head bent down to lick and devour your nipples, warming on his slicked tongue.

“Ahh~”

In a delight shudder, Aemond coated his thick semen into your walls, he gave you a last kiss and dismounted on the bed, zipping up his trousers.

“What do you say, little darling? Shall we seal the contract?” A sultry voice caressed into your ears. “I promise that your life and reputation will be instilled by me. So think of me as your guardian angel. But in return, I must have your soul.”

Cold tips of his fingers stroke your face, trailing down onto your chin as you smelt the fainted scent of your cunt.

With your life dedicated to religion, how could you? The life would be instilled, but, what of your soul, will it be as redeemable and cleansed? Will you ever get your life back? Or your dignity back?

Your eyes met up his, and finally, after a long pause, your voice reached into his ears. “Then use me.”

The corner of lips formed a slight curl. “As you wish.”

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[musicarenagh]

Getting to Know the UK's Rising Dance Music Star Sam Dickinson Sam Dickinson is a singer-songwriter from the UK who has been making music for over 10 years. His new single, Falling, is a dance-fuelled club anthem that is sure to get you moving. In this interview, Sam talks about his inspiration for the song, his creative process, and his plans for the future. Sam grew up listening to 90s soul and pop music, and he cites artists like Everything But the Girl, Lisa Stansfield, and M People as some of his biggest influences. He started writing songs when he was 16 years old, and he released his debut album, The Stories That Occurred, in 2013. Falling is the first single from Sam's upcoming album, Collection: The Stories. The song is about the constant struggle to find happiness in relationships. Sam says that he wanted to write a song that would capture the feeling of being "stuck in a cycle" of unhealthy relationships. The creative process for Falling was a collaborative effort. Sam worked with a team of writers and producers to create the song, and he says that the process was "really organic." He is excited to share Falling with his fans, and he hopes that the song will resonate with them. In addition to his solo work, Sam has also written songs for other artists, including RuPaul's Drag Race queens Manila Luzon and Choriza May. He has also opened for The Feeling and Louise Redknapp, and he has toured the UK. Sam is excited to continue making music, and he has plans to release more singles and an album in the coming months. He is also hoping to collaborate with more artists, and he is open to working in different genres. Get the full story below while you enjoy Falling Follow Sam Dickinson on Facebook Twitter Spotify Youtube Instagram Tiktok What is your stage name. Is there a story behind your stage name? I perform under my own name of Sam Dickinson Where do you find inspiration? I find my inspiration through life and my experiences, they create the best songs after all, don’t they? What was the role of music in the early years of your life? I used to listen to music in my Mum’s car on the way to school. She’d have her cassettes full of 90s soul and pop. Artists like Everything But the Girl, Lisa Stansfield, M People. All those artists shaped my taste in music. Are you from a musical or artistic family? No, I’m from a family who love music and I think that’s just as important. Who inspired you to be a part of the music industry? Artists such as Anastacia and Paloma Faith really inspired me. They went against the narrative and were signed in their 30’s. They really helped change record labels perception of what artists over the age of 21 could offer. How did you learn to sing/write/to play? I learnt to sing through singing lessons, I was taught classically. I think it helped give me a really strong basis and strength to my vocals. [caption id="attachment_50861" align="alignnone" width="1440"] I learnt to sing through singing lessons[/caption] What was the first concert that you ever went to and who did you see perform? I’m sure my Mum said she went to see David Bowie when she was pregnant with me, does that count?! How could you describe your music? It’s pop music, it’s soulful, it’s dance driven. Describe your creative process. It really changes for each and every song. I love collaborating with other writers and find every writer brings something out of you that you didn’t expect. What is your main inspiration? Just experiences in my life, when I write I want it to be real. What musician do you admire most and why? So many different artists but I don’t think artists like myself would have a place if it wasn’t for George Michael and Boy George. Did your style evolve since the beginning of your career? Yes! My first album was a brass and horn driven and soul affair. My new music is more dance orientated. Funnily enough, my new single ‘Falling’ is released 10 years to the day since my debut album ‘The Stories That Occurred’.

Who do you see as your main competitor? I don’t. We’re all trying to make the best music we can and that should be celebrated. What are your interests outside of music? Perhaps it’s a bit grim but I do love a good Netflix serial killer documentary! If it wasn't a music career, what would you be doing? Well music isn’t my full-time job, unfortunately! My career is in HR, not quite as glamourous! What is the biggest problem you have encountered in the journey of music? Getting people to be able to hear your music, it’s so competitive and promotion and radio opportunities are so limited, you really have to try and maximise what comes your way. If you could change one thing in the music industry, what would it be? Better and more appropriate royalties for streaming. Why did you choose this as the title of this project? It’s about that constant struggle to find happiness in your relationships. What are your plans for the coming months? I have more new music coming this year along with an album called ‘Collection: The Stories’ to celebrate 10 years in the industry. Do you have any artistic collaboration plans I’m keeping tight lipped on that! What message would you like to give to your fans? Thank you for sticking by me after all these years. It means everything to me.

[the59er]

6th - 12th March

“If you’re a seascape, Im a listing boat for the thing carries every hope.” Sea Legs, The Shins

Hi hi hello, self!! Let's recap!

6th Mar 2023, Monday Listening: Under Control, The Strokes

Sent the car for a repaint! Here's Dad looking pissed because the dude was not there for a proper consultation. Also the car looks pretty good here, as if it doesn’t need repainting, but it does!

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7th Mar 2023, Tuesday Listening: Scared, Albert Hammond Jr

Leaving for BKK the next day but THIS was how much I’ve progressed in packing.............

I am disorganized

I hate packing

I am bad at planning

I am a procrastinator. (& a professional at that!)

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8th Mar 2023, Wednesday Listening: A Certain Romance, Arctic Monkeys

BKK BABYYYYYYYY. As a nervous flyer, THANK GOD I did not vomit on Ben. But stomach was flip flopping like a bitch when we landed.

I remember Karen-ing to Celcom because of my failed roaming. Jesse & Son, Terminal 21, Jodd Fairs. Nice Italian Guy aka Nig for goodstuff. The padthai from T21, oBsEsSeDddDd:

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9th Mar 2023, Thursday Listening: Im Not Running Away, Feist

ARCTIC MONKEYS BABYYYYY

But wait, what did we do before that... Breakfast of chicken rice, right? Then Jesse & Son again for a cuba try test..

Sighhh to my zero butt.. Anyway, Siam Paragon either before or after that. I remember the pad thai was not as delish as at T21's. Then we came back, I took a nap? I took another nap in the cab otw to BITEC lol (I suka tido :p). At BITEC we had a soups delish beef bowl before the brianstorm..

I gave a 6/10 rating on my 'gram for the gig and received shit from friends who couldn't make it, IM SORRY but it was what it was.. I think we ended the night with our leftover goodstuff before I started....office work. (I KNOW RIGHT, WTF)

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10th Mar 2023, Friday Listening: Fader, The Temper Trap

I woke up and did office work??? I think Zuls called me at some point where I gave him a tour of our cuuute flat with 2 bedrooms and a balcony perfect for my bad habit hehe. Best breakfast ever @ boonlong before meeting Aeyah who treated us moca!

@ moca. obsessedzahhhh

For dins we feasted on tom yum! It's saaaa good I cannotttt.

Visited Nig again and it was confusing because we were angry/mellow/angry/mellow, but still babi excellent lol.

Ayyyy.

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11th Mar 2023, Saturday Listening: Is it Real, Bombay Bicycle Club

Boonlong breakfast again (obsessed) before we left for the airport. Some crazy "amazing race" moment where we almost missed the flight home, so had to run all the way to the gate 😩 This was the insane queue that we had to cut through!:

Thanks to Ben who helped lead the way because my hands were already starting to tremble- classic indicator of me about to have a panic attack (but thankfully I did not).

Zuls fetched meee (even though he actually had a fever! He also sent me to the airport earlier 😬) Traffic was insane jelly. Quick dins @ A&W and yush before finally dropping me home. Ahhhh own bed.

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12th Mar 2023, Sunday Listening: Landed, Ben Folds

Had a funny dream where A called B "sayang" at a concert and B didn't like it and got mad. Lol. Unpacked my luggage. Made a noob mistake of stepping on the scale but thank God I only gained 0.2kg from BKK. And I scored us tix for GV. July babyyyyyyy!

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Ok gotta admit that took a lot of backtracking and photo gallery-checking to see what happened and when. But I have a feeling I missed out on a lot but hey I have tried my best (pats self).

[rjhamster]

Fan Club News: GRIDLIFE Tickets on Sale Now

FAN CLUB NEWS GRIDLIFE Circuit Legends Tickets on Sale Now! Missed out on last year? Check out the Circuit Legends After Movie by Krispy! Plus, test drive the Lime Rock Drivers Club. The cars are the stars at CIRCUIT LEGENDS, our stop on the GRIDLIFE Festival Tour. Come see why GRIDLIFE is the fastest growing grassroots racing event in country. Motorsport classics, drift icons, and…

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[what-goesaround-comesaround]

Modern!Jack Kelly

"Dreams come true. Yeah they do. In Santa Fe"

Playlist! : Spotify & YouTube

Listens to his playlist : Driving in his car, it makes him feel free and loose. His playlist is also great for carpool karaoke.

Top pics from playlist :

Take Me Home, Country Road, John Denver (no seriously)

The Power of Love, Huey Lewis & The News

Don't Stop Me Now, Queen

Life is a Highway, Rascal Flatts

Stay Alive, José González 

Special mention : For What It's Worth, Buffalo Springfield (him and Crutchy love jamming to this together)

Modern Day headcannons :

• Is in a band! Newsies band au! Sarah started the legacy band in her senior year in highschool and left Jack to front it the next year.

• He plays lead guitar and sings. He prefers playing electric guitar but will do whatever he needs to.

• Loves Queen.

• Chose "Don't Stop Me Now" by Queen for thr band to preform for their Winter variety. It went down well to say the least.

• Was told to look "appropriate" for a school setting for the show by Pulitzer so he obviously turned up looking like Freddie Mercury.

• Is on student council against his will. (Blame David and Sarah)

• Adopted by Medda at 10. He knows his biological family is Irish but doesn't really regard himself as Irish. However, Medda has told him all sorts of stories from when she toured around the world (Ireland included) and Galway is on the list of places to travel to.

• After Santa Fe of course.

• He is way too over reliant on energy drinks.

• Organises classic 80's movie nights in Medda's theatre with Boots for their friends.

• Especially for Crutchy's birthday (which falls on Halloween). Him and Boots always make sure to pick out the best movies for him.

• Around Christmas every year he and Crutchy watch The Nightmare Before Christmas too.

• Brought Spot into the band as their drummer and the year Sarah left, brought Crutchy in as their keyboard player.

• Knows Spot and Crutchy through the dumping ground (foster care system) but knows everyone??

• No seriously, he seem to know every teenager in Manhatten and even outside of Manhattan (that's impossible though? Not for Jack Kelly)

• Hotshot and Spot helped Jack pick out his car through many scraps and squabbles.

• Loves just driving in his car with his friends in the middle of Summer, long days just taking in the sights and sunsets, jamming to his playlist ect.

• Dated Sarah when they were like 14/15(broke up eventually but the feeling was mutual. Both felt as if something was missing. And they were kids.)

• For Jack's 17th birthday Race and David coordinated a horse riding party. It was chaos but no one was hurt. Too badly anyway.

• Actually likes History class but that's just because he seeks validation from Denton (don't we all?)

• Medda helps run the school musical every year which he first pretended he was embarrassed about but couldn't keep it up.

• Is the best gosh darn diddly doodler in all of New York City.

• Loves Kloppman, the school librarian. Kloppman is frequently exasperated by him but still likes him no matter how many times he seems to muck up the books.

• Has joined Book Club, mostly on the request of David (also yes Jack, you actually have to participate in school life and it's literally your friends messing around with Kloppman for 40 minutes, get used to it)

• Did force Katherine to go with him as Jessie from Toy Story and he was Woody. David was Buzz Lightyear for Halloween.

• Katherine's father, Pulitzer has a special hatred for Jack but I mean.... he did just start kissing her on his doorstep one day...

• Actually she kissed him, a fact they are still both embarrassed about, to this day. Their friends will never stop tormenting them about this.

• Yeah it's a long story which involves Jack's asshole of a father, Sarah and Dutchy hanging out and playing "Dancing In The Moonlight".

• Loves the 70s clothing aesthetic.

• Will find him in the mornings attempting to regain concousnes with Kid Blink, Specs and Dutchy basically dragging him to his classes.

• Is decent enough at school but kind of just does the bare minimum to pass at this point.

• Gets made fun of the most on the meme page Race runs. There's just too much material to work with.

• Is really good at talking to people and just making connections with them?

• Everyone seems to owe him a favour.

• Sarah can always make him smile, even when he doesn't want it.

• Organises New Years Eve parties with Race (and David who can actually keep a schedual)

• Is a great big brother to legitimately everyone who needs one. Probably doesn't leave enough time to himself though.

• Medda uses some really good fabric softener in his clothes which Davey may or may not have noticed.

• Can't remember where his nickname came from. "Cowboy" just appeared in his vocabulary one day and continued to use it.

• Loves the movies Cars and Back To The Future 3.

• Doesn’t really think about dating anyone, it just kind of happens until David, hello David.

• Borrowed David's copy of the Outsiders and has fallen in love with it.

There's probably more but that's all I can think of now!

[pearllemon-classics]

Beyond the Finish Line: Immerse Yourself in the World of Legendary Races

There’s a certain magic that transcends the roar of engines and the blur of chequered flags. It’s the allure of legendary races, those hallowed grounds where history was written on asphalt and the echoes of triumphs linger in the air. This isn’t just about competition, it’s about a pilgrimage to the pantheon of motorsport, a chance to witness the past ignite the present.

For the uninitiated, the world of legendary races might seem like a closed circuit, an exclusive club shrouded in exhaust fumes and steeped in esoteric terminology. But fear not, intrepid adventurer! This guide is your passport to unlocking the secrets of these legendary tracks, transforming you from a spectator to an impassioned insider.

Gearing Up for Glory: Choosing Your Legendary Race

The beauty of legendary races lies in their diversity. From the elegant nostalgia of Goodwood Revival to the pulse-pounding endurance of Le Mans Classic, there’s an event to ignite every petrolhead’s passion.

Step Back in Time: For those who yearn for the golden age of motorsport, events like the Goodwood Revival or the Modena Cento Ore (100 Hours of Modena) offer a meticulously recreated window into the past. Picture gleaming vintage machines thundering down the track, drivers sporting period-correct attire, and a palpable sense of nostalgia hanging heavy in the air.

The Thrill of Competition: If witnessing high-octane competition is your fuel, legendary races like the Rolex 24 at Daytona or the Spa Six Hours deliver in spades. Witness cutting-edge technology pushed to its limits, world-class drivers battling for supremacy, and the raw, unadulterated drama of motorsport unfolding before your eyes.

A Celebration of Endurance: For those who admire the human spirit as much as the machine, legendary races like the Nürburgring 24 Hours or the Le Mans Classic offer a testament to grit and determination. Witness teams strategize, drivers push themselves to the absolute limit, and witness the ultimate test of man and machine.

Beyond the Track: Unveiling the Hidden Gems

Legendary races are just the tip of the iceberg. A truly immersive experience delves deeper, uncovering the stories, culture, and history that weave the fabric of these iconic events.

Unveiling the Paddock: Peer behind the scenes and witness the meticulous preparation, the camaraderie among teams, and the raw passion that fuels these legendary races. Imagine the intoxicating aroma of high-performance fuel, the whirring of machinery, and the focused intensity etched on the faces of drivers and crew.

A Journey Through Time: Delve into the rich history of the race track itself. Explore museums that showcase the evolution of motorsport, marvel at legendary machines from bygone eras, and stand on hallowed ground where champions were made.

The Local Flavour: Immerse yourself in the culture surrounding the race. Sample the local cuisine, engage with passionate fans, and soak up the unique atmosphere that makes each legendary race an unforgettable experience. Here’s where a company like Pearl Lemon Classics can be your secret weapon. Their bespoke tours not only grant access to these iconic events, but also curate experiences that unveil the hidden gems surrounding the races, enriching your journey.

Fueling Your Passion: Tips for the Aspiring Race Fanatic

So, you’ve caught the motorsport bug? Here are some tips to elevate your experience:

Do your research: Learn about the history of the race, the legendary drivers who have competed there, and the iconic cars that have graced the track.

Embrace the lingo: Familiarise yourself with basic motorsport terminology. Understanding terms like pit stop, qualifying, and downforce will enhance your appreciation of the race.

Dress the part: While there’s no dress code, embracing the spirit of the race adds another layer to the experience. Consider vintage attire for events like the Goodwood Revival, or team colours for contemporary races.

The Finish Line is Just the Beginning

The world of legendary races beckons, offering a tapestry woven with history, passion, and the exhilarating roar of engines. It’s a chance to connect with the past, celebrate the present, and witness the future of motorsport unfold. So, pack your bags, fuel your passion, and embark on your own legendary adventure. Remember, the chequered flag might be the finish line, but the memories you create will last a lifetime.

[whattimeisitintokyo]

Somos Familia Ch 38 Birthday Eve

Tomorrow is my birthday, so now I can relax knowing I got this GD chapter out! Hallelujah!

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“Hola, Coco.” Miguel said happily, leaning in to give his sister a kiss on the cheek.

Coco smiled as she tilted her head to accept it. “How are you, Miguel?”

“Good, now that school is out.”

“Are you excited about your birthday tomorrow?”

“No.”

With a small sigh Coco shook her head and pointed a thumb to the back of the house. “Well go on to your little club meeting then. I’ll ring Papá and tell him you’re over here. You know how he worries.”

Miguel rolled his eyes. “Don’t remind me.”

“Don’t forget the Cokes!”

“Gracias, Coco!” Miguel grabbed two ice cold bottles out of the refrigerator and raced to Victoria’s bedroom upstairs, taking two steps at a time.

Over the years Coco’s house had become a sort of safe haven for Miguel to spend his free time. Yes, he had friends at school that he could hang out with, but nothing compared to how stress-free, homey and normal Coco’s house was. A spacious yet modest colonial style home built near the town’s border, it was the perfect place where Miguel could relax and actually be himself with no fear of his love of music being discovered by his parents.

Never really understanding his father’s unwavering stand on having no music listened to or played in his vicinity, Miguel was forced to keep his passions to himself until his older sister took pity on him and let him listen to dozens of records from her own private collection. He was also joined by his niece Victoria, and their shared secret hobby had led them to becoming each other’s best friend.

His smile faded as he reached the door when he saw another little girl standing in a huff in front of it, her face blotchy from having been crying, and she threw him a hard glare. With a stomp of her foot, she pointed at the door. “Tío, make her open up!”

“You’re not coming in here, Elena!” Victoria’s angry voice called out from the other side. “Get out of the way so Miguel can get through!”

Elena whined and hopped up and down. “Why does he get to come in and not me?!”

“Because he didn’t feed my tutu to your stupid goat!”

“Diego is not stupid! And I didn’t feed it to him, you just left it out!” Hands on her hips, she smiled smugly. “Besides you deserve it. If Abuelito knew that you were dancing he’d be mad at you. Maybe even hate you!”

Not liking how that line in particular made him feel, as well as not wanting to waste anymore time, Miguel held one of the Cokes out to Elena. “Here Elenita. Have a Coke.”

As her eyes settled on the bottle, Elena gasped in delight and reached for it. “Gracias tío!” Tilting it back and taking three large, refreshing gulps, she sighed in satisfaction. “Ahh, delicio-”

*SLAM!*

“HEY!”

Locking the door behind him as Miguel managed to zip inside, Victoria laughed and leaned against it while Elena kicked and yelled from the other side. She was already clad in her leotard and pointe shoes, but sans tutu of course. She nodded approvingly at Miguel. “Very clever Miguel. I’m impressed.”

Miguel chuckled and set the remaining bottle down. “Not that clever. Now we have to share one.”

“I know what you’re doing in there!” Elena screamed at them. “You’re dancing and playing music! Abuelito hates music! I’m gonna tell on you!”

“That’s only when Abuelito’s around, estupida! Mamá says we can do whatever we want with music as long as he’s not here, so you’re not allowed to tell!” Victoria crossed her arms and smiled smugly. “You’re just jealous because your legs are too short and fat to even walk, let alone try to dance.”

There was a moment of silence, before the sound of quick footfalls flying down the hallway and the piercing cry of “Mamá!” echoing off the walls let them know that they were finally alone. For now.

Miguel pulled his guitar out from underneath Victoria’s wardrobe, smiling reverently and brushing his fingers lightly against the crudely drawn skull on the stock. It was an old thing, the wood worn and splintering slightly along the edges despite how much gold paint he had slathered all over it. Limited artistic abilities aside he was quite pleased with how much he made it to look like Ernesto de la Cruz’s famous golden guitar. He just needed to get a Sharpie or something to draw in the final details. It wasn’t the best guitar in the world, but he was too scared to buy a brand new one. The fear of Papá somehow finding out kept him from doing so.

It could be worse though. It could have been a guitar made from scraps, screws and nails.

“So what do you want me to play?” Miguel asked as he tuned the strings to perfection. “Lago de los Cisnes again? Ooh, or maybe El Cascanueces because it’s almost the holidays. I’ve been working on the Russian dance if you’re up to the challenge.”

There was a time where Miguel wasn’t exactly fond of playing classical ballet songs for Victoria to dance to, considering it boring and her dancing to be prissy and goofy. That was until Victoria angrily challenged him to try it himself. He arrogantly agreed, and his one attempt to stand en pointe resulted in a dislocated big toe and a nail split down the middle. He had to lie to his parents about it too, saying that a horse had stepped on his foot. Now he treated Victoria’s dancing with the awe and pride that it deserved. And the songs were good practice for his plucking anyway.

“Not yet Miguel. First… I have to give you these.” Victoria placed a box in front of him, a small yet pleased smile on her face. “Feliz cumpleaños, Tío.”

With a roll of his eyes, Miguel took the lid off the box. “C’mon, Victoria. Why couldn’t you just wait to give it to me to-… morrow?...”

“Because Abuelito would throw a fit if I gave it to you in front of him.”

“Leather wrist bands!” Miguel cheered happily, throwing the box to the side and slipping the brown leather over his hands. “Just like the ones Tío Nesto used to wear! They actually look like the ones he wore in El Camino a Casa!”

Victoria nodded proudly. “Yep! I worked really hard on them to make it look exact.”

Miguel looked up at her in wonder as he finished fastening the buttons tight. “You made these?”

“Uh huh. I used leftover leather from the old workshop after the museum tour guide finished the shoe demonstration. I’m very good at weaving leather, who would have thought?”

The old workshop, along with the entire Rivera household, had finally run its course. After years of hemming and hawing Héctor had finally conceded that it was time to move into a bigger, safer house for his growing family. Not as flashy as any of Ernesto’s mansions, it was still an enormous complex with enough bedrooms for all the guests that were coming to Miguel’s birthday celebration. With high security walls, a lush garden full of both lovely flowers and fresh vegetables, and a five-car garage with the latest models inside, it was a house that truly showed off the Rivera’s wealth.

The old house had been turned into the Rivera Shoe museum, showcasing it as the origin of Imelda’s business as well as a small monument to the history of the family. There were demonstrations on basic shoe repair with workshops on cutting and sewing leather for tourists to enjoy, a gift shop to buy Rivera souvenirs as well as the usual fittings for their own custom-made shoes that they could order.

That was only during the weekdays. On the weekends it was closed to everyone but the family, and it was also where they would be having Miguel’s birthday party and where the ofrenda would be set up: So Leti could visit her real home.

But over the years the actual holiday came second to Miguel’s birthday. His father put all his time and energy into giving his youngest the best birthday a child could ask for: Mountains of food, games, presents and all his friends at school would come over and have the time of their lives.

Miguel had loved it.

At first.

But as he grew older his father’s exuberance over his birthday became more and more embarrassing. It was his main focus on all the days leading up to it, and on the day of the party he became unbearably chipper and happy.  Never mind the fact that Miguel would soon be turning twelve years old. Papá always acted like he was celebrating a five year old’s birthday. And despite the pleas from his friends parents Papá insisted that he celebrate his birthday on the day of, refusing to move it to another day so the families could also celebrate Dia de Muertos. Also since every party had no music for entertainment they became increasingly boring for all who came.

So eventually his friends stopped coming to his birthday parties, and it just became a family get together. Miguel would have rather just not celebrate at all, but Papá wouldn’t let him. He insisted that Miguel celebrate his birthday, but the boy knew by now that it wasn’t for his sake.

Papá needed to celebrate his birthday. To have something joyous to focus on, so as not to think about the daughter he had tragically lost, nor the day that his best friend and brother had been gruesomely ripped away from him. His birthday was a blessing to his father: the one good thing about Dia de Muertos.

And so Miguel endured it. But as he flexed his wrists and admired the exquisite craftsmanship of his sobrina, it made it feel like it would be easier to do so this year.

“Gracias, Victoria. They’re great! I feel just like Tío Nesto now!”

“De nada, Miguel.” Victoria smiled warmly. “And yes, I would like to try the Russian Dance. Your tempo has been poor lately, I’d hate to see if those wrist bands somehow make it worse.”

“Ha! Yeah right, just try to keep up!” Miguel laughed, and broke out with a loud flourish of his guitar. 

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“Well I hope you enjoyed your little nap, Héctor.” Vicente grumbled as he and his supposed boss walked down the streets of Santa Cecilia, both munching on street food. “It’s not like quarterly report meetings are that important to your financial wellbeing as well as the thousands of people who work under you. And the board was even willing to come all the way to Santa Cecilia just so it wouldn’t upset your holiday plans.”

Héctor waved him off. “Ah, Chente, I’m just a figurehead for the company. You’re the one who should care about these things, not me. I’m like the uh… I’m the King George to your Neville Chamberlain!”

“It’s Churchill now.”

“Whatever. The point is you take care of the important stuff while I force a grin and wish the shareholders a happy holidays once a year.” Héctor grumbled, taking a huge bite of a tortilla filled to the brim with garlic, onions and fried chapulines. “Mmm… Oh yeah, last batch of the season is always the best… Besides I caught some of it. Especially when old man Tapia suggested we shut down some of the soup kitchens. Can you believe it?! That viejo looks like he’s never missed a meal in his life! He has no idea what it’s like to starve or do a hard day’s work for your food. Do you know what my first job was ever?”

“Catching grasshoppers when you were four years old.”

“Catching grasshoppers when I was!-… Oh, I told you that one, huh?” Héctor mumbled. “Well no matter. My grandchildren are coming in from America for the celebration tomorrow. They’ll appreciate my stories!”

Vicente smiled. “Ah, I haven’t gotten to see the newest one yet. It’s nice that they get to experience an authentic celebration for Dia de M-”

“Miguel’s birthday!” Héctor cut in quickly, his grin stretching a little wider than normal. “Si, it’s nice they get to see celebrate their tío’s birthday. All kids love parties, right?”

Vicente winced a little, nervously thumbing through the work papers in his hand. “… Right. Still I love this time of year. I remember being so excited to get to stay up all night for the festivals in my hometown when I was little. Helping my Papá decorate the ofrenda, sampling all the dishes my Mamá and my sisters cooked. The stories. I’m sure your grandchildren will love it. It’s always exciting to experience it the first time with your family when you’re little.”

“Wouldn’t know.” Héctor grumbled around a mouthful of tortilla, his earlier mirth gone. Vicente could tell he was trying to shoot down this conversation flat. “My parents dumped me in the orphanage when I was a baby, and the nuns thought Dia de Muertos was too pagan to celebrate. Didn’t really join in on the festivities until I moved out with E-…” Héctor paused, a flicker of pain in his eyes, before he forcefully swallowed down a too dry bite. “Until I had a family of my own.”

“Ay, Dios mio, speaking of families! Sorry Héctor I forgot.” Flicking through the pages he pulled out a couple of sheets. “I had this under miscellaneous since it had nothing to do with this morning’s meeting, but a certain Señor Domingo Cavallero approached me with this last evening while I was in the market.”

Héctor stared at the papers and groaned in disgust as he took them. “Domingo Cavallero? What does he want?”

Ever since the late elder Cavallero had brutally lost his position of the town’s mayor and the source of his embezzlement was taken from him, the whole family’s wealth had been steadily decreasing over the years. So set in their old ways they had kept up their lavish lifestyle until the pooled funds had trickled down into a puddle. What was once a proud and dignified family now lay on the very brink of heading off to the poor house. Héctor remembered quite clearly ever since he was a little boy the way Domingo had sneered in disgust at him every so often when their paths happened to cross. Now the former mayor’s son was coming to him?

“It seems that he and his son Ignacio are trying to build a hotel nearby. A family venture, he said, though it’s clear it’s a desperate attempt to reclaim their past wealth. I’m assuming they’ve scrounged up whatever money they’ve got left over to fund it but it’s not enough. They are humbly asking for a donation from you to make their dream come true… Or, rather, as humble as they are capable. I spent two minutes with the man and his son, and it was two minutes too many.”

“’El Dorado.’” Héctor read the description. “Hmph, very original… ‘A glorious extravaganza that combines superb customer service, gourmet meals delivered right to your room, and an astounding décor guaranteed to amaze and excite every guest.’”

“Sí. They’ve included blueprints and an artist’s rendering of the place to further incite you.”

Flipping to the next page, Héctor’s eyes widened as he looked at the illustrated drawing of what looked like the main lobby: Everything was gold. Gold furniture, gold wallpaper, gold plants. The wet bar, the piano in the lounge. Carpet, drapery, every single item nearly the exact same shade of gold. Not one other color to balance it out, not even a white or a brown. Just gold and gold alone.

“…This is the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen.”

“I’ve been told Ignacio came up with the theme himself.”

“That’s not saying much. How much are they asking me to contribute?”

“Oh, roughly seventy five percent.”

“Seventy-five?!” Héctor sputtered, folding the sheets in half and flinging them back to Vicente as if holding them anymore would burn his skin. “Why don’t I just pay for the whole damn thing myself?! Anyone with half a brain cell can tell that that… thing… wouldn’t last even half a year. Well, you can tell them that I am simply not interested in putting my time and effort into a lost cause.”

“Wh-?... Oh you’ve got to be kidding me!”

Héctor looked over to see Vicente with his face in his hand in frustration, and grimaced. “What, you think I should pay money for this basura?”

Vicente looked up. “Huh? Oh, no, I agree. It’s an eye sore. I’m sorry Héctor, but something’s just come up. I need to go to the cemetery for a minute, I’ll meet you at the house for lunch. Adios!”

Héctor blinked, just now noticing that they were in front of the town’s cemetery. As he watched Vicente head straight towards Ern-… The biggest mausoleum in the center of it all, he immediately turned heel and walked away as quickly as he could. All he needed to do was wind through some off the path streets, far away from the plaza, and he would be home. It would take longer, but that was okay. All the more time to plan for Miguel’s birthday surprise tomorrow. Héctor smiled, he was so excited to see Miguel’s face light up when he told him the big news. And he would have to thank Chente afterwards, he gave him the idea after all! He couldn’t w-

“Arf!”

“Gyah!”

Looking down Héctor sighed in relief when he just saw Dante, once again, sneak up on him and scare the living daylights out of him. And he wasn’t so sure if it was purely unintentional on the dog’s part either. “Hola Dante. You’re looking… remarkably well these days, especially for a twenty-year-old dog. No arthritis, vision loss, anything?… Sometimes I think you won’t die until you take me with you, the way you keep scaring me.”

Dante yipped again and gently tugged on Héctor’s pants leg, pulling him back towards the road to the plaza, but Héctor shook free of him. “Stop it Dante. If you’re going to the plaza you can bother someone else there. Because I’m not going. Now go on.”

Ignoring the whine of the dog behind him, Héctor made his way home. He had a party to organize, after all. And a surprise.

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Walking up the path towards the mausoleum, glancing around to see if there was no one else within earshot to hear them, Vicente approached the man standing at the front gate glaring inside. Wrapped up in a thick poncho and wrinkled baggy pants, he held a cigar to the side before bringing it in for a thick puff. His wild sandy brown hair, thin patchy facial hair and piercing golden eyes made him look like he was a dirty vagabond no different from the ones lounging out in the street of the slums. No one would ever be able to tell that he was actually the head of the entire art department for Rivera de la Cruz productions with several prestigious awards to his name.

Especially not the way he was pouting childishly at the painting of Ernesto de la Cruz mounted high above his crypt and his shiny golden guitar.

“Javier, what are you doing back here?” Vicente asked tiredly.

“Just looking at the artistic travesty that has the power to make every true artist unfortunate to lay eyes on it retch in disgust.” Javier blew out a thick cloud of smoke, sneering all the while. “Look at it. Any child with a broken crayon could have made a better likeness of Señor de la Cruz.”

“Javi, how many times must we do this?”

Javier ignored him, continuing bitterly. “The background is such a slash and slop of blurs that it gives true focus on the face. That ugly horrid face that looks nothing like the man himself. Such cold, dead, expressionless eyes. You can feel it sucking your soul out.”

“Javi-”

“And that chin cleft. Is it a cleft, or did a psychopath just cut into him with a rusty knife? Might as well have given him a Glasgow grin while we’re at it.”

“Javi!”

“The person who made this painting should be drawn and quartered in front of the entire artistic community in order to avenge the death of art itself!”

Pinching his nose as he felt the pain of a headache coming, Vicente growled out. “Javier, Javi, mi amor… For the millionth time, and I don’t know why I have to keep saying this… YOU painted it!”

“All the more reason why I’m allowed to critique it.” Javier smiled widely in a way he knew always made his lover’s inside squirm. Seeing him flush slightly Javier drew his attention back to the painting. “I can’t believe I used to think that this was my masterpiece. You’d think I was the one on drugs at the time, not the other way around... Heh, though I was tempted to add a few white sprinkles on there. Ha ha!... But seriously this thing is un pedazo de mierda.”

Vicente sighed. “Look, if it bothers you so much maybe you can retouch it a little? Or we can put in another painting.”

Javier whirled around, eyes blazing fire and cheeks burning red. “And sully the greatest contribution to society I have ever made?! Commissioned by Ernesto de la Cruz himself, Mi obra maestra, mon pièce de résistance?! Are you loco?!”

Vicente stared blankly at him, then turned to leave. “I give up. I’m going to the house for lunch. Stay here and starve or come and eat, I don’t care anymore.”

“Ooh, comida!” Hopping down the stairs and running up next to Vicente, he flicked the head of his burnt off cigar up into the air, not caring when it landed in an offering dish of one of the graves with a clang. “Gonna get me some carnitaaas~…”

Fighting back a smile, Vicente pretended to glare at him. “You’re hopeless.”

“I’m hopeless?” Javier chuckled haughtily as he attempted to smooth down his flyaway hair. “No, I’m an artist. I live in the now, paint what’s in my heart, love it and then despise it years down the road. It’s part of the package deal, you’ve known that for a long time. No, you are the one that’s hopeless.”

“Me?”

“Sí, tonto.” Javier said. “This hopeless idea of yours: Getting Héctor Rivera to take his little coddled son under his wing and to pursue music with Rivera de la Cruz Productions. The same man who practically hisses like a cat at the mere sound of even a maraca shaken by a baby? Yes, I do think it’s hopeless. Childish even. A fool’s dream.”

“I think it’s a good idea!” Vicente said grouchily, shoving Javier slightly to the side. “And Héctor has always known that Miguel is nothing like his brother in terms of interests. So, while Mateo works with his mother and follows in her footsteps, literally in their case, heh… then Miguel will follow in his father’s! This will give Miguel an opportunity to branch out on his own and eventually and pursue his musical dreams. Maybe a record producer, or a talent agent. He’ll be surrounded by music. I think it will be a nice birthday present for him from his father. And since it was my idea then technically it’s my present to the boy.”

Javier hummed a little at that, worried. “I don’t know… Are you sure you convinced him properly?”

Vicente huffed. “Please, Javi. If I can convince Pedro Infante to record a cover album of the best of de la Cruz at half his normal pay rate, then I can convince Héctor to let Miguel work in the music industry. Trust me, when this all falls into place, you will be bowing down to me in awe and praise.”

“Ooh, that would be a nice change of pace, eh? Usually it’s the other way around.” Javier smiled widely again, enough to wipe Vicente’s smirk off his reddened face, and was shoved away again with more force.

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“Mija, I’m coming in.”

“Is Elena with you?”

“Sí.”

“She’s not allowed in, Mamá! I’ve forbidden her!”

“Too bad, I’m overriding you. Come unlock the door. Now.”

With a loud, drawn out groan Victoria unlocked the door and opened it for her mother to come in. Julio was also with her, holding onto Elena’s tiny hand as the little girl sniffled and glared daggers at her older sister. Victoria stuck her tongue out at her, which Elena paid in kind with a full-blown raspberry. Before a full-blown slap fight could break out Coco flicked both girls on the forehead. “Stop it.”

“She fed my tutu to Diego, Mamá!”

“She called me short and fat!”

“No, I said your legs were-”

“I said stop!” Coco said loudly, and when both girls quieted down she stood over them with her arms crossed. “Now, what do I always say when you two fight over silly things like this?”

The two sisters, still glaring at each other, said through gritted teeth “‘Be nice to your sister, because she’s the only one you’ve got’.”

“That’s right.” Coco said. “You’ll never know how precious she is to you until, somehow, she’s gone for good.”

Both girls immediately looked at their mother with wide eyes before ducking their heads in shame, while Julio gently took his wife’s hand for support. “We’re sorry Mamá.”

Miguel had never known his older sister Leti. Despite all the stories he had heard about her over the years, she was a practical stranger to him. He knew how she had acted with Coco and Matty, but the feeling that he had never had his own relationship with her gave him a weird empty feeling in his chest. He didn’t know how her voice sounded, how she laughed, any of her own special quirks and tics. And yet there was a longing deep within him to know what she was like, so strange to long for something that he never had. He knew, however, that his pain was several times less than the ones who actually knew her.

To break up to sudden tension, Miguel set aside his guitar and grinned. “I guess I’m lucky that my brother and sister are too old to fight with. Older than dirt-OW!”

“I’m not too old to flick you too, gordito.” Coco smirked as Miguel rubbed his stinging forehead. “Now Miguel I know you’re never especially thrilled when it’s your birthday, but I think this year will be different.” Coco said, an excited grin threatening to burst out. “Because I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?”

Before Coco could elaborate, Elena bounced up and down happily and squealed. “I think I know! Tia Rosita is pregnant again, right?!”

Miguel blinked, completely unsurprised. “Oh, is she?”

Julio snorted derisively and crossed his arms. “That’s not a surprise. That’s becoming an annual holiday itself.”

“Julio!” Coco hissed, glaring at her husband. “That’s not true!”

“She's right, Papá.” Victoria smirked. “Osvaldo and Facunito are only nine and a half months apart.”

“Victoria! Both of you!” Coco sighed in exasperation. “No, Rosita is not pregnant!... I think… Well, she might b- I don’t know! That’s not what the surprise is anyway! This is the surprise!”

A pink sheet of paper was thrust into Miguel’s face, and it took a second for him to focus on what was on it. Decorated with black painted skulls and dancing skeletons, the words ‘Dia De Muertos Talent Show’ stood out in big bold letters. Taking it from his sister’s hands, Miguel looked at it in confusion for just a moment before a creeping sense of understanding and hope started to well within. “The talent show? You mean… I get to go see it?”

“No.”

Miguel sputtered. “Wh-?! What gives Coco?!”

“You’re not going to see it hermanito, you’re going to be in it! I signed you up as the first act and you’re going to play in front of the whole town! Now everyone can finally see how talented you truly are!” Coco cried out, smiling widely and grabbing her astonished little brother into a huge bear hug. “Feliz cumpleaños, Miguel!”

Miguel gaped in awe as his sister let him go, looking at the poster, then his guitar on the bed, then to Coco. Slowly a grin formed on his face and he laughed out loud. “Really?! I’m going to play in the talent show?! I can’t believe it!”

“I want to see that!” Victoria added happily. “That’s so exciting!”

“Gracias, Coco! Gracias gracias gracias-”

“No!” Elena shouted, causing everyone to look at her. The poor girl looked both angry and a little afraid as she clutched her mother’s skirt tightly and tugged it frantically. “No he can’t! It’s one thing to play in the house, but in front of people?! Abuelito will be mad for sure!”

Victoria groaned. “Ay Mamá, why did you have to show Miguel’s secret present in front of el lengua larga? She’ll blab for sure.”

“I won’t blab if he doesn’t go!” Elena cried, and hurried over to Miguel’s guitar. Clumsily she lifted it and placed the large instrument behind her back, as if thinking that if it was out of sight then it was out of mind. “Please don’t perform tío! If you go on stage you’ll be hurt or even killed. Just like Ernesto de la Cruz!”

“That was an accident Elenita. It had nothing to do with music.” Miguel said dismissively. “And what’s so bad about wanting to be like Ernesto de la Cruz? We all used to know him, you didn’t. He was the greatest of all time.”

“You want to end up like him too?! Smooshed flat, and the only thing left of you would be a picture on the ofrenda?!”

Miguel rolled his eyes and crossed his arms. “I don’t care if I’m on some stupid ofrenda.”

While everyone else in the room winced at Miguel casual disregard for tradition, Elena gasped so long and hard, her eyes and mouth wide with pure horror, it was almost comical. Turning to look at the guitar in her hands, her brow furrowed, and her face scrunched up in absolute hatred and disgust. Lifting the guitar as high as she could go, and with a warlike cry, the brought it to the ground!

*thunk*

….

*thunk*

Coco sighed. “Elena, what are you doing?”

Straining as hard as she could, Elena brought the guitar down again and again. “Mmph!... Trying to- uuff!... break the- nnyah!... guitar!” She tried and tried again, but the instrument was both too sturdy and too cumbersome to maneuver properly, and she lacked both the strength and the force to damage it even a little. The guitar simply made some light twangy sounds as the strings were slightly squeezed and brushed against, almost as if the instrument was just as annoyed as everyone else by what was happening.

“Stop it Elena. You’re going to scratch it!”

“It’s already scratched Miguel. One more won’t hurt it.”

“Callate…”

Huffing with exertion now and sweating, Elena started to struggle with the large object. “I can do it… Haa… haa… I can do it! Gah! Tío, help.”

“No, I’m not gonna help you smash my guitar!” Miguel yelled angrily, swiping the guitar away from her. “I’m playing in the plaza tomorrow for my birthday. Your Mamá gave it to me as a present, and I’m gonna enjoy it! Period!”

“But-!”

“Elena…” Julio said sternly, getting his daughter’s attention. “You won’t say anything to your Abuelito about this, alright? I know you’re afraid of what he might say, but what he doesn’t know can’t hurt him. And he won’t know if you don’t say anything. Claro?”

“But-!”

“You must always listen to your parents. Please don’t ruin this for Miguel, okay?”

Elena looked at her parents, then her sister, Miguel, and back to her parents. As her face reddened more and more and her cheeks puffed up to the point of bursting, she fled the room in tears and ran down the hallway wailing. Coco sighed as he watched her daughter run off then patted Miguel on the back. “Don’t worry. Everything will be alright.”

“What if she’s right though?” Miguel asked softly, holding the flyer tightly to his chest as if he was afraid that even that could be taken away from him at any second. “What if Papá finds out? Or Mamá? They would never let me go.”

“We won’t let them find out, we promise.” Coco said gently. “Matty, Victoria and I will be there to cheer you on, while Julio will distract them long enough for you to perform.”

“Th-that’s right!” Julio nodded and laughed nervously. “I mean-… I-I can do that! I can… Lie… to my father-in-law and my mo-… It shouldn’t be too hard, right? I can- Sí, I can do that!”

“Sounds like you’ll need all the help you can get, Julio.” A voice suddenly popped up. “And should I be concerned about Elena flailing about on the couch downstairs? She looked like she was starting to turn blue.”

The four turned and smiled to see Wanda standing in the doorway, dressed in a fancy travel suit and holding a suitcase in one hand. Holding onto her other hand was a small boy, smiling shyly and wearing an adorable cowboy outfit complete with tiny Rivera boots. The small ten gallon hat couldn’t hide the dark wavy curls of his hair poking out from underneath and his face was a little dirt smudged. He carried a brightly wrapped birthday present in his other arm and held it out to Miguel. “Happy birthday, Uncle Miguel.”

“Charlie!” Victoria cried out and enveloped the small boy into a big hug, his round face smooshed against her shoulder. “Charlie, mi primo favorito! Oh Charlie, you look so cute! What are you dressed as?”

Charlie smiled sweetly up at Victoria. “The Lone Ranger. I got a plastic gun and bows and arrows in my bag, too. Can we play?”

“We can later.” Miguel said, taking the present from his nephew and knocking on the top of his hardened cowboy hat. “Thank you for the present, Carlos.”

The little boy’s smile faded and he gave an adorable pout. “My name is Charlie.”

“Not here. In Mexico you’re Carlos.”

“Basta, Miguel!” Victoria snapped, and gave Charlie another hug. “Oh, I missed you so much Charlie. You are my most favorite primo ever. So sweet and cute.”

“What about Dahlia?” Miguel asked. “And Margarita? And Anselmo? And Osvaldo, Facunito, and Amapola?”

“I don’t see him every single day of my life, and he doesn’t drive me crazy as soon as he enters the room.” Victoria said. “That’s what makes him my favorite.” Behind her Julio nodded silently in agreement with a shudder, and Coco swatted him with a glare.

“Matthew has already told me the game plan for tomorrow, Miguel.” Wanda said as she placed Charlie’s suitcase full of toys down and began to unpack it for him. “But if this is going to work then Julio, Coco and I should talk about how we’re going to keep your father from guessing what’s happening. Don’t you worry.”

“Gracias, Wanda.” Miguel said, walking over to hug her in gratitude. “Your Spanish has gotten really good by the way.”

Wanda returned the hug and smiled proudly. “Of course it has. That’s what happens after long term exposure, being outrageously intelligent and having the internal drive to learn new things. I mean seriously, did you have any doubts in my ability to learn it?”

“Sí.” “Yes.” “Sorry.” “I, uh-... Sí…”

Wanda huffed irritably at the slight, but brushed it off and bent down to her son to speak in English. “Now you be careful when you play, alright? Your arm is still a little weak, so be extra gentle. No cops and robbers or anything like that, alright?”

“Okay, Mommy.”

“Oh that’s right!” Victoria said, bending down to look the little boy in the eye. “You broke your arm a few months ago! I was so sorry to hear that. Elena even cried when she heard.”

“Yeah, I’m sorry too.” Miguel asked. “Did it hurt? What happened?”

Gripping his left arm slightly, Charlie grinned as if he was telling a funny joke. “Daddy is the one who broke my arm.”

“WHAT?!”

“Matty broke your arm?!”

As the two children gasped and shouted at what they heard, both Coco and Julio winced as they looked at Wanda with pity. Wanda placed her hands over her mouth and sighed sadly, shaking her head wearily. “Charlie, you weren’t supposed to tell anyone that.”

“Oh, sorry.”

Miguel shook his head. “Man, you must have gotten into big trouble if Matty broke your arm-OW!” He rubbed his shoulder where Victoria had socked him hard, but before he could say anything Charlie continued.

“He didn’t mean to.” Charlie said softly. “Mommy says something scared him and he was trying to protect me, but did it too hard. Daddy was very sorry, he cried for a long time. I didn’t know grown-up men cried! My arm was in this itchy cast for a long time and Daddy let me eat ice cream for breakfast every day after that!” Charlie’s smile faded at that, and a slightly nauseous grimace passed over him. “I don’t like ice cream any more…”

“Guys listen.” Wanda said to the two older children in a serious tone. “I don’t want you to let Matthew know that you know about this, all right? It is a very sensitive subject that he feels terrible about, I don’t want him to feel any worse. It’s in the past and we’re moving forward.”

“Is Matty all right?” Miguel asked softly.

“He’s fine.” Wanda said assuredly, holding her son closely. “We’re all going to be fine. Just like tomorrow is going to be fine. Don’t worry. Everything is under control.”

-----

Héctor smiled as he held the whining baby high above his head, puffing out his cheeks and crossing his eyes until she dissolved into giggles. Lowering her down he blew loud raspberries onto each cheek until she squealed before giving her a kiss on the forehead. It was such a treat to see his granddaughter Clara again, not having seen her since shortly after her birth. Living in the United States prevented him from seeing her and Charlie regularly, so he relished the opportunity to see and hold her while she was still so small. He was also happy to see that after five months her eyes still had the same lovely shade of blue as her mother’s, his only grandchild to have different colored eyes. As the baby quieted down again, he nodded to his son. “Keep going mijo.”

Matty nodded somberly, downing his cup of coffee and handing it over for Imelda to refill. He nervously fidgeted with the polished knob of his cane, a necessity for his damaged leg, and shook his head with intense remorse.

“It was an old truck backfiring.” Matty said quietly. “It was so loud and sudden, especially on a quiet street. We were just walking to the park, talking amongst ourselves, and then ‘bang!’… Dios, it took just a millisecond. At that moment I wasn’t in Houston anymore, I swear all I could see was smoke and all I could smell was mud and decay and-…I just reacted.”

“The next thing I knew Charlie was underneath me, and he was screaming… I was frozen, just watching my son scream in pain, until Wanda was shouting ‘Get off of him Matt! Get off of him!’… Wanda rode with him in the ambulance, and she took the baby too, because I couldn’t touch her. I couldn’t touch him for days, I just felt so sick with what I had done to my little boy. Not even five years old and I had broken his arm. I tackled my son, trying to protect him by reflex, and I broke his pinche arm. Dios, Wanda was holding our newborn daughter at the time, if it had been them that I-!”

“Shh…” Imelda hushed him, rubbing his white knuckled grip on his cane until his fingers loosened. “But you didn’t. They’re both fine, and so is Charlie. They all know that you didn’t mean to hurt him.”

Matty nodded shakily, smiling at his mother in thanks. “Yeah… Yeah, I know. Sometimes it’s hard to believe that, but my therapist says that line of thinking is normal for someone with my condition. I’m trying to get better-”

“You’re seeing a shrink?” Héctor asked, his brow furrowing to show his confusion and slight aversion to the very idea. “But why? Everything turned out alright, Charlie’s arm is better. It’s fine.”

“No, Papá, it’s not fine. In fact, it hasn’t been fine for a very long time for me.” Matty said. “Over the years a lot of things have bothered me. Certain smells trigger images in my mind, I can’t stand the sound of fireworks, even low flying planes make me freeze up and panic. I’ve been dealing with it for years by simply avoiding it, like not accompanying my family for Fourth of July picnics or other situations where these triggers might occur. But this last incident made me realize that I can’t avoid the unpredictable.”

Héctor still looked uncertain as Matty spoke, but Imelda nodded encouragingly for him to continue.

“Wanda recommended a therapist from the hospital she works at. He’s good, Papá. He diagnosed me with shell-shock, something that a lot of former soldiers get so it’s not just me. But that's not all. He says my triggers go all the way back to Leti’s death, how it still affects my emotions and my interactions with my family to this day. I’m sure you all already know about that, but I didn’t really see it until he spelled it out for me. That I sometimes hurt them, and you guys, unintentionally. That I’m somewhat, well… emotionally stunted. But he’s been helping me a great deal. I feel like I’m making progress so far.”

“That’s wonderful, mijo.” Imelda said, leaning over to kiss his cheek and grimacing at the scratchiness of it. “Maybe your therapist can convince you to shave as well.”

“I can’t.” Matty laughed, running his fingers down his goatee and grateful for the well-intentioned nagging to lighten the mood. “Last time I did Charlie cried for a whole day; thought I was a stranger instead of his Daddy. I’d hate to do that to Clara as well.”

Héctor cleared his throat uncomfortably, then turned his attention back to the baby in his arms. “Sí, well good for you mijo. If you think that’s what you need then I’m happy for you. And this little girl is happy too. Aren’t you, cileita? Look at Abuelito. Ay, que lindaaa…”

As Héctor babbled and cooed at the baby, he didn’t notice that Matty and Imelda exchanged worried glances at each other. He continued until Matty cleared his own throat to get his attention, and his smile faded when he saw the two of them staring intently at him. “What?”

Standing up and walking with the aid of the cane, Matty reached out an arm and gently took his daughter out of Héctor’s hold. “Um, Papá… What I just told you about my struggles… Didn’t that seem at all, I don’t know… Familiar to you in any way?”

Héctor blinked dumbly at that, starting to not like how Imelda was starting to look sad as she stared at him. “No?”

Matty huffed out a sigh. “Come on, Papá. You must see where I’m coming from: Triggers that upset you, make you angry and in turn upset everyone around you? Avoidance of certain stimuli, to the point of outright banning it? Do you understand?”

“Oh… Oh!” Héctor laughed out, relieved. “Oh, I understand what you’re saying now. The music thing. Listen, it’s just not my kind of thing anymore. I know I owe a great deal to it, that the whole family does, but it’s time to move on. There’s more to our business than music, you know. There’s the hospitals, the schools, the canning factories, and of course the shoe business that you have turned into an empire all by yourself, my clever boy. Did I hear that they’re going to be on almost every athlete’s feet in the Olympics next year?”

“Please don’t change the subject, Papá.” Matty said in exasperation. “It’s not like you don’t care for music anymore Papá. You can’t stand it. You’re afraid of it.”

Héctor smiled, again a little too widely, and patted his son’s shoulder. “You think that- Ay yi yi, such a sweet boy, thinking about your Papá like that. Well you don’t have to worry about me, Matty.”

“Papá, you don’t listen to music. You don’t want anyone to listen to music. You’re avoiding it because it’s a trigger! And the thing about triggers is sometimes you can’t avoid them. If you don’t prepare yourself you could end up hurting yourself or worse: someone you love!”

“I don’t have what you have, Mateo. That, uh-… shell-shock, right? No, I don’t have it. I’m not a soldier, this is completely different.”

“It doesn’t always have to be about fighting in a war Papá.” Matty explained. “It can be caused by a very traumatic event that you witness. And I can’t think of anything more traumatic than watching your best friend-”

“I do not… have… shell shock!” Héctor snapped, pointing a finger to both his son and his wife. “We don’t need music, we’ve gone nine years without it, and we’re fine. I don’t avoid it, I just don’t like it anymore. I’m not like you, alright?! I don’t need help! I don’t need a shrink! I’m not crazy!”

“Héctor!”

At his wife’s hissing voice Héctor stopped his tirade in shock. Clara was crying in her father’s arms, deeply disturbed that the sweet old man who had held her before was now loud and scary. And Matty looked at his father, jaw clenched and eyes downcast. His throat bobbed a few times and Héctor saw his lips tremble a little before he looked up to glare at his father.

“You think… I’m crazy, Papá?”

“No!” Héctor gasped, placing his hands gently on his son. “Oh no, not you mijo, no… You’re uh… a special case. You have a condition, si? Happens to soldiers all the time, like you said right? If it makes you feel better than I’m all for it! You go to your shrink, and-”

“It’s therapist, Héctor.” Imelda said harshly, glaring at him as she moved to stand next to her son. “Not shrink. You say it like it’s a disease.”

Héctor sagged, not looking either of them in the eye anymore. “Therapist, right…”

Not liking how the fun visit with his son and granddaughter had turned so toxic and claustrophobic so fast, Héctor inched his way out the door to make a hasty retreat. “Listen, I think we need to just forget about this, so I’ll just leave for a while. I’m gonna go to the house- I mean… the museum. Get it all ready for the party tomorrow. That’s why you’re here, right Matty? Gotta make it a special day for your brother! Okay, I’ll see you later!”

As they both watched Héctor race towards the garage in an effort to get as far away and as fast as possible, Matty soothed his daughter back into an easy slumber and mumbled softly. “I’m here for my sister too… Guess he’s avoiding that as well…”

“I’m so sorry, Mateo.” Imelda hugged her son close and rubbed his back. “He didn’t mean to upset you. I know you tried to help, but he needs to want to be helped, claro?”

“He’s only getting worse Mamá.”

Imelda shook her head. “He’s not usually this bad. He has his good days more than his bad. It’s just that this time of year is so hard on him, you understand right? It was a terrible day for all of us, but even more so for your father. It nearly destroyed him.”

“I just wanted to help him. Help all of us… At least I tried.”

“Yes you did. It will be alright, mijo.” She smoothed back his hair and took the sleeping baby from his arms to give her a kiss. “Let’s change the subject, sí? I want to know all about your plans for Helsinki next year! How many pairs of shoes are we talking about?”

Matty smiled softly at his mother, letting her drag him into a boring, yet calming, conversation about shoes once again to soothe the pain of his father’s words. As he and Imelda talked about the Olympics next year, the upcoming winter catalogue, the demand to not smoke in the kitchen, and the vague plans of expanding to include a clothing line in the upcoming future, things seemed to fall back into a relative peace. There was still hurt there in Héctor’s heart, but nothing they couldn’t overcome as a family.

Things couldn’t possibly get any worse, right?

-----

As Victoria put away her pointe shoes into it’s shoe box she looked up to see Miguel staring at the contest poster.

Again.

For probably the billionth time within the last hour.

Her Mamá’s surprise had really put a damper on their little practice session, and soon even Charlie had grown bored with the lack of guitar playing from his tío and had gone off to play with Elena instead. Miguel just sat and stared at the poster with that dumb grin on his face, tracing the letters and illustrations with reverence like he did with all his other de la Cruz memorabilia.

But even if she felt like she didn’t get enough practice in, Victoria found that she didn’t really mind it in the slightest. She could see Miguel already going through the performance in his head, his eyes closing momentarily as if basking in applause that only he could hear. Then he’d continue to look at the poster and the process would repeat.

It was dumb, but Victoria was glad. It was about time Miguel was excited about something for his birthday. She couldn’t wait to see the performance herself. And maybe, hopefully, this would be a stepping stone for her. Maybe she would one day get to perform on stage, maybe even get a real teacher. Share a stage with her ballet idols. It was exciting to think about, but for now she would just be happy for Miguel.

“So, musico…” Victoria hummed, smiling when Miguel dumbly broke free from his trance to look at her. “What are you going to play tomorrow?”

With an excited grin, Miguel looked at the poster again and nodded to himself. Confidently. Assuredly. “Definitely Remember Me!”

Victoria sighed. “Why did I even ask?”

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Honma’s TR20 Drivers Deliver Speed and Beauty in Two ‘Holistically-Crafted’ Head Designs

As Honma expands its diverse product line to appeal to the technology-focused North American market, its latest TR20 460 and TR20 440 drivers deliver speed, versatility and adjustable performance in a stylish body that has been expertly crafted by leading engineers from Sakata, Japan and Carlsbad, Calif. Golfers seeking effortless power and preferred feel in a driver that can be configured for optimal ball flight will enjoy the TR20’s high performance design and customization options.

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