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Characters: Ganondorf Dragmire (destinedtorule), Zelda (oblique_wisdom)
Location: Deck 20
Date: Dec. 16 - Evening
Rating: PG
The track was straight forward. It wasn't the most difficult track, but it was acceptable and it was a very good way for Zelda to get her foot in that proverbial stirrup. She'd considered going back to those horses that Razer had suggested, but Jak had put so much effort (well, perhaps not so much) into teaching her about zoomers. She understood them well enough to know how they operated and what she needed to do to get around the track. There was a difference between logically analyzing the utility and truly understanding it.
In older days of her initial arrival, she'd learned of Erol's adoration for racing. He spoke of it with such passion and she defined the sport as "romantic". In order to be truly successful at it, one had to feel the vehicle or mode of transportation, not simply calculate what angle to make turns at, what speed to take each stretch of track, et cetera. It was far easier to say it than it was to do it, however, and although she put her all into acquainting herself with the zoomer, she still wasn't getting it. She couldn't be "one with the machine" as she so badly wanted.
When she realized she was drifting to the outside curve, Zelda narrowed her eyes and forced her weight onto the opposite side to pull the zoomer in the direction of the inner wall. If she got too close, she knew well enough she'd be regretting it. Novice was one thing. She wanted to be better than that. The only way she could be was to push herself deliberately. It had occurred to her that she hadn't called Phoenix to join her and she felt a little guilty, but in the end, she had to admit that he had an advantage over her. It couldn't hurt to be a little more knowledgable on the sport.
The final curve in sight, she picked up the speed and completed the final lap. Pressing down to break carefully, she eventually coasted to a stop and drew up her goggles. All of this, it was almost too much work. One thing did make it easier, though, and that was the idea that she didn't have anyone watching her.
Location: Deck 20
Date: Dec. 16 - Evening
Rating: PG
The track was straight forward. It wasn't the most difficult track, but it was acceptable and it was a very good way for Zelda to get her foot in that proverbial stirrup. She'd considered going back to those horses that Razer had suggested, but Jak had put so much effort (well, perhaps not so much) into teaching her about zoomers. She understood them well enough to know how they operated and what she needed to do to get around the track. There was a difference between logically analyzing the utility and truly understanding it.
In older days of her initial arrival, she'd learned of Erol's adoration for racing. He spoke of it with such passion and she defined the sport as "romantic". In order to be truly successful at it, one had to feel the vehicle or mode of transportation, not simply calculate what angle to make turns at, what speed to take each stretch of track, et cetera. It was far easier to say it than it was to do it, however, and although she put her all into acquainting herself with the zoomer, she still wasn't getting it. She couldn't be "one with the machine" as she so badly wanted.
When she realized she was drifting to the outside curve, Zelda narrowed her eyes and forced her weight onto the opposite side to pull the zoomer in the direction of the inner wall. If she got too close, she knew well enough she'd be regretting it. Novice was one thing. She wanted to be better than that. The only way she could be was to push herself deliberately. It had occurred to her that she hadn't called Phoenix to join her and she felt a little guilty, but in the end, she had to admit that he had an advantage over her. It couldn't hurt to be a little more knowledgable on the sport.
The final curve in sight, she picked up the speed and completed the final lap. Pressing down to break carefully, she eventually coasted to a stop and drew up her goggles. All of this, it was almost too much work. One thing did make it easier, though, and that was the idea that she didn't have anyone watching her.