"Maybe. But you know my tastes." He replied, smirking at her,as he looked over at a few of the cars coming in, another Evo IX and an old school BMW E30 M3, that looked like it had an awful lot of work put under the bonnet. This was a car meet alright, and apart from the pounding music, and the group of ravers, this was illegal as it could get. Kimberly looked beautiful today, her figure was a little too on display for Ross's taste, but he didn't mind. Her D cups and bootaye, with the latter in leggings, did show up and Ross knew that so long as she could handle herself that she would be fine. Most of these people were okay, but this was the rougher side of London, after all, and things could get tense very quickly.

Ross sat on his Impreza, as a group of lads walked past, one with a red hoodie and the others with designer shirts and jeans.
"So, this your ride?" One asked, as Ross chuckled.
"It might be."
"It's fucking sick. That and that Skyline...
"It throws out six hundred horses. Better than your 106, pal." Ross said, jokingly, looking across at the insanely riced out 106 that he assumed the red hooded fellow had driven into- it looked like it had more subwoofers than horses packed inside.
"You fucking what bruv?"
"You fucking starting?"
"Leave it, yeah?" One of his mates had to intervene, as the hooded figure backed off, Ross chuckling.
"I'll fucking key your car, see how that carbon fiber looks after." Hoodie man simply said, as he walked away, one of his mates looking at Ross with a certain "Sorry my mate is a dickhead" type of look, but he didn't look totally unsympathetic. Ross could hold himself- those scumbags wouldn't do a single thing, not against him. Ross wasn't a very built fellow, but he looked intimidating enough and when push came to shove, he could break an nose and take several of your teeth out with a good uppercut. Ross got off the bonnet, seeing Kimberly in the distance, the brunette that he called his wife looking as beautiful as ever. It was something about it, that they were both petrolheads, both suiting each other. It was a nice feeling, to know that. He waited for her to come back, before they'd get their cars up and running for the "race" that was going on- if it was going to go on.