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Roger Smith (roger_smith) wrote in silverage,

Re: Open
When all was said and done, Roger was happy about the results. The Griffon was a sturdy, fast piece of art, but when all was said and done, racecar was not its primary function. Seventh place was a pretty decent result in his eyes.

Besides, racing had only been one of his reasons to show up. He wanted to see and be seen. He wanted prospective clients to see he was more than a pretty boy in a fancy suit - or the brown and beige casual outfit he had chosen to wear today. He wanted to show he was not afraid of taking chances and getting his hands dirty if circunstances called for it. After the race, he spent a few minutes examining his vehicle. There were some dents and a rearview mirror that could have used some replacing, but nothing serious. He would need to look into it later, but first, a cold drink and maybe soimething to eat.

As he made his way around the area, a man caught his attention. A fellow racer.

“That was a good race,” he said as he stopped by the driver.