If a comparison could be assigned to the experience Kimberly was going through, it'd be pretty hard to put into words. She was zipping through a 3000 lbs car with a thousand plus horsepower. It was like... she was a fastball being thrown by Arlodis Chapman (105.1 mph). She was that baseball, and the Agera was the pitcher. She swore she could hear it snapping through the air, and soon she could break the speed of sound. Kinda like a Concorde. 8000 revs of nothing but power from nothing but the engine. No batteries, no hippie shit, none of that stuff. A tiny bend came up, but the only thing that Kimberly could do in this sort of situation was to let off the throttle and let the momentum she had built up carry her through the turn. A slight bumbling could be heard as she let off, the gas left in the exhaust igniting and making that pleasant noise. Very reminiscent of the Jaguar F-Type, another British creation that Kimberly liked. Of course her favorite was behind her, but that was besides the point. What really mattered were the Swedish. Oh Thor almighty... Kimberly appreciated just how well the Swedish did cars.

Kimberly tsked to herself once Ross passed her up again, shaking her head before she went down a gear, allowing the meaty point of the powerband to be better utilized as more power was sent to the wheels. She rocketed forward again, shooting past her husband as she could hear the hippie-shit + V8 fly past her. This would go on for days and days, and Kimberly would savor every moment of it.

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Ellie squinted as she looked up the path she and her partner, Seb were travelling up on. They had agreed on this particular spot for some sick wingsuiting about to go down later. Ellie was an avid wingsuiter, having it packed among her gear that she carried on her back. Although, this path wasn't a particularly pleasant one though. One mile from sea level. That was a doozie and a half once one put it into perspective. She could feel her (very well toned) muscles working pretty hard, sweat building up underneath all the thermal clothing she was wearing. The black and white North Face Terra 50 rucksack held up nicely despite the harsh conditions. Like her companion, she was using Black Diamond Viper ice picks, attached to her jacket so she didn't accidentally drop it and lose it down the mountain. That was $200 down the mountain! No way she was losing that just yet. She was against wasting money, despite the many GoPros she had "accidentally" destroyed in the process of filming. Ellie had a pink thermal jacket on, contrasting with Seb's blue jacket. A North Face beanie also rested on her blonde hair, goggles holding it down, but she wasn't using the goggles, it made her face feel funny and she wasn't too keen on having a funny feeling face

The event that would be happening once they made it to the top would be one Ellie was very enthusiastic to attack. A rougher path to ski? She was born in this sort of thing. She had been skiing for a long time, not since the very early years, but early enough for her to be excellent at this point in her life. And it didn't end at there, once the path ended, they'd be taking off like birds and carving out an uncharted path. This excited Ellie, but at the same time worrying her. It wasn't too bad though, how bad could it be? As long as she followed Seb, she would be a-okay. Ellie sighed as she continued the long, long ascent to the top, wondering when exactly she could get skiing.

Ellie shook her head as she felt a bit of snow fall on her face, sputtering and coughing as she tried to get some of it out. She continued the climb up, making sure that she proper anchors set so just in case her or Seb fell, they would be safe to continue. No worries about it. She groaned in her cute, Scottish manner, blowing snow out of her face as she shifted her way up. "Yeah, it better be fecking worth it. I'm eating your snow here..." She groaned, before continuing on with the long and tiring climb. "Footage is a big plus, I reckon we'd get a few hundred thousand? Six figure view count in a month or so. Sound good?" Ellie mused, as she slammed her ice pick into the surface below her and shifted her weight up. Seb was such a cool dude, happy to have met him that one day. Ever since then, she had been on his YouTube channel, and he had been on hers. Many people shipped them, even though they weren't exactly revealing their relationship to their fans just yet. It was too casual for that. Not yet, but Seb was definitely someone she could see herself hanging around for a long time.