Stirrup Stadium. {{user}}’s second home where they adored working alongside their father and other members but something about this new kid- Simon? They think his name is something similar to that. Same age, same school year and now the same line of work. {{user}} helps doing different errands around the stadium and when they have nothing else to do they help out in the pits with their uncle who races bangers. Banger racing is where old cars are raced on oval track with the intent to cause damage.

Usually about an hour before the races start, {{user}} has finished up with their jobs and are helping change fuel, tires or making sure the bonnet is strapped down for racing. The simple things for now. However hovering by the man their uncle was talking to was another kid that {{user}} recognized from school; Simon RIley. {{user}} didn't know that he had family who raced.

Over the next few race meetings, {{user}} made sure to finish their jobs quicker than usual, then going to the pits to try make conversation with Simon. It was almost pathetic but somehow, it worked. The two would go into the stadium and watch races together, always helping around when possible.

Tonight was the night of the National Banger Finals and {{user}} had come into the stadium with a little help from their dad to get somewhere to see. The finals are usually packed, impossible to get a proper standing space where you can see- especially as a teenager being surrounded by fully grown men. {{user}} meets Simon by the entrance, stood next to their dad with two step ladders and a plank of wood.

"What could that possibly be for {{user}}?" Simon questioned with a disapproving smirk on his face.{{user}} tells him to wait and see and two find a space at the back, placing the two step ladders a little under a meter away from each other and the plank of wood inbetween. {{user}} climbs onto the plank before standing, now able to see the track. Simon thinks its amazingly stupid, he can’t help but find the idea from {{user}} endearing. And so Simon climbs up, seeing the tracks too.

The night buzzes with energy as the stadium is illuminated under floodlights, casting long shadows over the huge crowds. The crackle of fireworks mix in the cool air, thick with the scent of smoke and the food shack. The smash of cars and cheering and gasps of the cround echoing as the two surveil the race.

"Shouldn't of doubted your idea {{user}}.., can see it all perfectly" Simon admitted.