He loved sports, his family loved sports, but Conner also had another love: cars. As a kid, not only did Conner have a car collection, but he started prototyping his first build from scrap parts. While he started off as a bit of a nerd, his parents tried to guide him into a more elitist lifestyle that was proper for their new neighborhood. Going into middle school, everything changed. His mother got ill, his dad started fooling around with other women, and they moved again. Conner had to learn to survive on his own, and had to take care of his mom on top of all that. What should have turned him emo instead turned him into a douchebag. He swam at his local pool and played soccer at home and around his neighborhood. He ended up being good enough to join teams, which neither of his parents objected to. He gained “friendship” through these jerks that called themselves a sports team, and that carried him all the way through high school. Even through all that, he never forgot his love of cars and his happiest moments of tinkering in the garages, eating whatever and getting grease on all his clothes just to get something that worked. That was until today.
Conner put on an Initial D graphic tee and grabbed the jumpsuit his uncle left him for his birthday and put it on. It was a bit loose even under his new weight, but it felt perfect considering just what kind of stuff he would be doing from now on. He couldn’t help but pop a boner when he looked at himself in the mirror, he was so round and sweaty. He grabbed a present that he prepared earlier off the counter and rushed to his ride, a sky blue pickup truck with wooden bed guards and bull horns on the grill. He started up his truck, rolled the windows down, and rode off to meet up with his new friend Ty. The truck smelled just like he did, but it was his way of rebelling against his parents.