Robert trained his eyes on the lights. Time slowed down in the waiting and he could hear every heartbeat. His breath paired to the car's engines and his hands stuck to the wteering wheel. When the game is about to start the world stops toe xis and it is only you and your car. But when the green light hits and the whole race track is ahead of you, the only thing you can concentrate on is racing. Racing Dirty. The engine reved at a steady 6000, ready to move the few tons under a second. Red light. His msucles tensed and his grip strenghtened around the wheel. First yellow. Second. Third. His breath held back, his vision tunneled, his enrve ont he edge and his hand grasping the clutch. Green.

He moved the clutch straight to the second gear, released the pedal and stepped onto the gas. As the engine began transferring torque to the wheels the car pulled him forward. It wasn't as fast as the rides he used to have in Gas Guzzlers, but he didn't need to worry too mnuch back then. The armor plates slowed down teh car's acceleration. In a few seconds he was behind most racers, with some nearing the first turn already. He jsut smiled as he swiched to the 3rd gear. Soon they'll see what this car can do. The monster V16 revved under the hood and muffled all other sounds from outside as he began the race.