Shut Up and Drive

My name is Cassandra Denise Tovey. Although, I go by Casey. I was born the youngest in a three child household. My two older brothers are Twins, Eric & Dusty. Eric was the oldest by seven minutes. And he loves to rub the fact in Dusty's face. My father is Donatello, although his friends call him Don or Donnie. He is Italian, he met my mother after three months in America. Mom, Anna is her name, says it was love at first sight when she saw dad for the first time.  Dad came here because he got offered a job. He is a engineer, and he's really good at what he does, or use to do. He's retired now. He met mom back in late 1977. She was a waitress at some place he liked to stop at for lunch. He'd started asking to be seated in her section and finally worked up the nerve to ask her out. They were married almost a year later. And then eleven months after they were married my brothers were born. Things started to get rocky a few years after my brothers were born. Dad started to drink and their were fights from what I understand. Although, I can't imagine dad hurting anyone. Unless, they messed with his family. They made it six years after my brothers were born when mom found out dad was cheating. The divorce was horrid. But, Dad won custody of the twins. So, Dad moved to a small town in Tennessee. And to this day has never remarried.

What they didn't realize was I had come into the picture. Mom was two months pregnant with me when she found out. She was dating her current husband, who's an ass, and he didn't want a kid that didn't belong to him. Since they hadn't done anything yet when she found out they knew I was dad's. So, mom showed up on dad's door step with me when I was only a few weeks old. She handed me over to him and the custody papers stating I was now his problem. That's what mom's husband called me when I showed up at the age of sixteen wanting answers. He told me to go home, I was my old man's problem. And After talking to mom, well, I haven't talked to her since. Dad's raised me the best he could, my brothers helped. But, I was the only girl in our neighborhood where we'd moved. And I wasn't allow to go far unless my brothers went with me. But, I got along so well with their friends that I never asked. Their friends just accepted me, and I soon became their little sister too. They taught about cars, baseball, football, and how to defend myself if some fellow got frisky. Needless to say that was used in high school twice. Broke one guys nose and bloodied the other ones lip. I didn't date much after that.

Which suited me fine. I kept my nose in my books and got good grades, not A's mind you, but I kept a C average. My passion for cars grew as I got older. I helped the boys on the block rebuild quite a few cars. Mostly old ones though. I learned how to build on more horse power in a few cars. But, it would be on day in late 98 when I found my passion. A friends uncle was in town and he'd brought his classic car for the rod run. Toby, the friend, took a few of us out to the garage and pulled a tarp off the top of this car and I was in love. There on the trailer was a fully restored 1967 Pontiac GTO Goat 389. Toby's uncle even took us for a spin in it. I was in heaven. And that began my obsession with the GTO. And when I was 17 I had a GTO tattooed on me. I finished school in 2001 and found a job at an auto parts store. Where one of the guys I was working with, Kevin, invited me to the Raceway to watch the dirt races. I started Drag race a bit (in practice runs, mind you.) and learning how to fix up the cars with a little more horse power. I don't know which got me noticed by a few people in Miami, but I'm glad it did. I was invited down to check things out and decided to give it a whirl. I'd always wanted to learn how to street race and stuff.