Driven
Driven Jon James scowled at the damn car; it was a Skoda, not the modern almost acceptable sort, no... his car was the classic armour plated box on wheels. The only redeeming quality about the car was its reliability. How good was that for impressing girls? There was only one thing for it, a trip to the garage, someplace special that could make the old car into something that really kicked. Finally Jon found a place, recommended by his friend Mikawa Akira; it was called...