MidReal Story
The Key to Adventure
Scenario: Shy 6 year old blond voy with glasses finds the keys of a supercar. Where to find this car. After trying the key in multiple supercars like Lamborghini, Porsche, Ferrari and Bugatti he finally finds the car the keys belong to a Nissan Skyline R34 gtr
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I was six years old when I found the keys.
It was at an auto show, one of those fancy ones with all the supercars.
My family was there, and I was having a great time.
I loved cars, and I loved my family.
My sister Emily was my protector, and my brother Mark was my guide.
They were both older than me, but they were still my friends.
I had a lot of fun with them, and I knew they loved me too.
We were looking at a Lamborghini when I saw the keys on the ground.
They were just lying there, under the car’s front wheel.
I didn’t know what to do at first.
I looked around to see if anyone had dropped them, but no one seemed to be missing any keys.
Then I looked at the car above me, and I knew what I had to do.
I picked up the keys and put them in my pocket.
“I’m not going to the bathroom,” I said, when Emily told me she’d take me there.
“I’m going on an adventure.”
“Be back soon,” I said, and I left before she could say anything else.
I wandered back to the Lamborghini, hoping to find my family there, but they weren’t around.
I didn’t worry too much; I knew they’d come looking for me eventually.
My family had a running joke that I was always getting lost, even when we went to familiar places like our local grocery store.
It was true that I often got separated from them, but I never worried about it.
I knew they’d find me eventually, so I just kept exploring and having fun.
I looked around the auto show, trying to remember where we had been before.
The cars all looked the same to me, but I thought I might have seen something interesting to the right of the Lamborghini.
I walked in that direction and saw a man in a brown jacket with the hood covering his head, walking towards the Lamborghini.
He seemed interested in the car, so I decided to follow him.
The man opened the car door and got inside.
I followed him into the car.
I sat in the passenger seat while he sat in the driver’s seat.
It was smaller than I expected inside, with a low roof and little legroom.
I was used to riding in my dad’s minivan, where I had plenty of space to stretch out.
But even though it was small, it was still cool.
The steering wheel had all these buttons on it, and there was a screen on the dashboard that looked like a TV.
The seats were made of this soft, smooth material that felt like leather.
It smelled kind of funny, like a new toy or something.
I settled into my seat and looked at all the buttons on the dashboard.
There were so many of them, I didn’t know what half of them did.
I felt like I was in a spaceship or something, about to take off for another planet.
“Do you like it?”
the man asked me.
I turned to look at him and nodded.
He had really dark eyes that were almost black and a beard on his face that looked like it needed to be shaved.
He seemed nice enough, but something about him made me feel like he was very different from other adults I had met before.
He reminded me of my brother Mark somehow, even though Mark was much taller than him and didn’t have a beard yet.
“Do you want to drive?”
he asked me after a while, when we had been sitting in silence for several minutes.
I shook my head no.
“I’m not old enough,” I said, even though that wasn’t really it.
“You can sit in the driver’s seat anyway,” he said, motioning to the seat next to him with one hand.
“Come.”
I got out of my seat and sat next to him in the driver’s seat.
It was much bigger than the seat I had been sitting in before, with a lot more legroom and headroom too.
My brother Mark was really good at finding me when I went off on my own.
Sometimes it felt like he had some kind of radar that went off whenever I left our family’s sight, because he always seemed to appear out of nowhere right when I needed him most.
Even though he was often annoyed with me for running off like that, he was always nice to me when he found me.
He never called me names or made fun of my glasses or pushed me around like some other kids did when they got annoyed with me.
One time when he caught me trying to sneak some cookies from the kitchen when our mom wasn’t looking, he let me have some of his instead of telling on me like Emily would have done if she’d caught me instead.
And he even let me eat them on the couch too, even though Mom said we weren’t supposed to eat in there because she didn’t want us spilling crumbs everywhere.
Mark was really nice like that; he never got mad at me or made fun of me even when we disagreed about things or when I did something that he thought was stupid or wrong.
Mark was also really good at fixing things that were broken or not working right.
He always helped our dad with household repairs or car trouble, and he was really good at fixing our bikes too when they broke down or the chains fell off or something like that happened to them.
Even though he sometimes got impatient with me when I asked him a lot of questions or wanted to know how everything worked when he was trying to fix it, he always took the time to show me what he was doing and explain it to me in a way that made sense to me.
I spent a lot of time watching him work on things like that so that I could learn how to do it too when I was old enough.
He showed me how to change a tire once when our dad had a flat on the way home from work one day, and he even let me help him do it even though it took twice as long with both of us working on it instead of just him by himself.
That was how I learned about cars, because Mark loved cars almost as much as he loved fixing things that were broken or not working right.
He took me to my first car show a few years ago when I was only five, even though Emily didn’t want him to bring me along because she thought I was too young for it and would get bored before we even got there.
I looked at the blue Nissan Skyline R34 GTR with longing in my heart and stars in my eyes.
“Mark, that’s my dream car,”
I declared solemnly.
He looked down at me with his eyebrows raised in surprise.
“Really?”
he asked in disbelief.
I nodded emphatically.
“I want to save up for one so that I can buy it someday.
It might take me a long time, but it’s worth the wait.”
Mark chuckled at that.
“Yeah, it’ll probably take you about twenty years or so before you can afford it,”
he teased gently.
I pouted at that, but he wasn’t wrong.
The car was way too expensive for me to afford on my own right now since it cost more money than I could imagine having in my entire life.
I would have to save up for many years before I could buy it on my own.
“Look at the exhausts,”
he prompted me.
I looked down towards the back of the car where two large exhaust pipes extended out from the rear bumper.
It was the first thing that Mark had pointed out when he showed me the car earlier today.
“Do you know why the exhausts are so important?”
I shook my head.
“What’s the point of having a good exhaust system?”
Mark asked me.
“It helps the engine run better and increases performance.
It’s also important for making the car sound good when it runs too.”
I thought about that for a moment before I looked up at him with wide eyes.
“How come some cars sound really loud when they speed up on the highway?”
I asked him.
“That’s because they have a good exhaust system on them,”
Mark replied with a smile.
“It’s called an aftermarket exhaust.
It helps the engine run more efficiently and makes the car sound louder and more powerful when it’s running at high speeds.”
“What’s the horsepower on this one?”
he asked me next.
I smiled at him as I responded.
“It’s a 2.6-liter RB26DETT inline-six with around 320 horsepower.”
He looked down at me with a raised eyebrow and an amused expression on his face.
“I’m impressed,”
he said after a moment.
He looked down towards the back of the car where two large exhaust pipes extended out from the rear bumper, which also had a badge attached to it.
“What’s that?”
I asked him.
“That’s the Skyline badge,”
Mark replied.
“It’s the symbol of the Nissan Skyline.”
“Is Nissan a type of bird?”
I wondered aloud.
“No, it’s a type of car company,”
Mark answered with a smile.
“They make all kinds of cars, but this is one of their best ones.”
“How come they stopped making it?”
I asked him sadly.
“I don’t know,”
Mark replied with a shrug.
“They just did it before we were born, so we never got the chance to see it or buy one new from the factory.”
“That’s sad,”
I mumbled as I looked back up at the car again.
“The R34 was one of the best versions that they ever made,”
Mark told me as he smiled down at me.
“It was really fast and powerful too.
