The streets of London were something that Kimberly had grown strangely accustomed to over the past few years. It was sort of rubbing off on her, but she wasn't sure if it was just from being around Ross or what. Her 2001 Nissan Skyline GT-R V-Spec II Nur maneuvered through the slim streets of London, the 3.0L straight-six purring quietly underneath the hood of her car. Originally, the car packed the stock RB26DETT that came with every Skyline GT-R from the BNR32 and on. The Brits for some reason were able to come up with this sort of rave-like event catered to petrolheads like her or her dear husband Ross. She had been to a couple of these in the past, but those were in Scotland, not in the heart of England. If there was another downside to being in a place like England, the streets were ever-so-confusing. She didn't know how Ross did it, driving on the wrong side of the road and all. Ross also had the advantage of having a Subaru, which were common in England, meanwhile Kimberly was driving a JDM legend. Petrolheads everywhere drooled at her car, she was bound to stick out, but it was all worth it - this was a meet for petrolheads after all, might as well give them a treat. The car was pushing 900+ horsepower after quite the extensive modifications to it, originally it made even more but Kimberly tuned it back so there was a better balance between what the suspension and transmission could handle. It was at one point overhauled by a group of tuners in Japan, but Kimberly was hungry for more. She decided to rebuild the engine during her off-time from driving and increase the displacement to three liters, and replaced every part as it probably went under immense stress. Now, Kimberly was reaping the benefits of driving a much more improved Skyline. This had the works, just like Ross's Subaru. This car was her prize, the trophy of her garage, for many reasons. A big reason was the amount of shit Kimberly had to go through to get into the United States and make it street legal, the other was the rarity of this particular car. Kimberly had driven many cars in her life, but this, this always would be her most favorite. She idolized it during her years in high school, and now here she was, driving it to a meet in England. 

Kimberly managed to find the location, the pounding music acting as a major clue to finding the place. It was a construction site, go figure. She just hoped it was stable enough and not collapse on the meet, that would've been a major disaster. As her and her R34 pulled in, all the people could see was the blue eyed brunette and the car she drove. Some people's jaws were hanging down low, others looked disgusted at the fact a woman was driving a way better car than they were. Either way, Kimberly gave no shits, she only cared about winning and her husband. It took her a while to find a spot, mostly because Ross's stupid Impreza (stupid in a loving way <3) took up the only spot she could see. Before it was embarrassingly long, she found a spot and backed into it, teasing the throttle so it fit in perfectly. She was next to a cute Golf and a Mini Cooper. When she clambered out, she could hear the sound of her windbreaker making noise as her husband came to her. "Hiya." She smiled, putting a foot up and leaning on his chest. Kimberly might've been only been 5'11, but she still made a presence on her 6'2 husband. Kimberly wrapped her arms around Ross and put her weight slightly against him, placing her ear against his chest as she looked at her car. 

Kimberly only nodded as she rocked her and her husband, before looking up at the mention of her firepower. "Yeah... the same firepower that whooped your ass in Willow Springs a couple years ago." Kimberly chuckled, before tip-toeing to kiss her husband on the cheek. "Sorry baby, you know I had to." Kimberly stuck her tongue out before burying herself in Ross's chest again, knowing that she was his. The gesture alone shot down a lot of chav's chances at some Cheeky Nando's with Kimberly. She didn't roll like that, she was committed to the car. "I'm gonna check out the cars, see ya in a bit." Kimberly let go of Ross, walking around to see some competition. Already she could feel some blokes looking at her ass, however it was entirely her fault. She was wearing leggings, which showed off her defined buttocks. Her husband should be really grateful that ass was his, because Kimberly could hear some distant comments which had some heavy sexual connotation to it. "Oi mate, look at her arse... I'd shag that instantly." The thought made Kimberly shudder as she walked off to some area. Didn't really know where exactly she was going but that was okay. Anything to get away from those cheeky blokes. Along the way, she could see some Brit staples, such as more Imprezas and Evos, but these definitely weren't in the race. The race later would definitely pack some firepower, but Kimberly couldn't exactly pinpoint said firepower. 

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