Ross continued looking over at Kimberly, as she started talking to another car girl, by her beautiful Porsche 911, that looked like it had been well and truly hand-crafted. The unique style of Japanese tuning that RWB did with these cars was unbelievable, and Ross never stopped to admire it. Still though, his own Subaru was a wonderful car. 2003, a year that had produced in Ross's opinion the best of the WRX STIs, with it's distinctive hood scoop and big spoiler at the back. This was, however, a car that had undergone a full plastic surgery, and had gone under the knife for liposuction. It was carbon fiber for good reason. The glass was replaced for thinner and lighter polycarbonate, and the bonnet, roof, aero and boot were all high-tensile carbon fiber, barely even painted to remove more weight- the basis for the bumper bodykit being from Olsbergs' modification for WRX STIs of this period, though Ross had taken out the angle grinder and buffer on many an occasion to make it suit his needs. BBS SI's on the rims, 19 inch, giving the rubber only a few centimeters of thickness on the carbon-fiber. It matched the matt paint of the car, and it looked very much like a Black Horse- coincidentally, the car's nickname. Black Horse. Like the stallion of type, this car was a very scary beast indeed. The engine had been taken to bits and rebuilt piece by piece by Ross, the EJ25 engine inside being painstakingly taken apart. It was like open heart surgery at times, Ross reminded himself- replacing at least half of the already high performance engine with parts that were compatible with his build, to take the extra power and strain from nitrous, remapped ECUs, a Quaife short-throw racing six speed and the extra performance parts that were going in. Gaskets, cylinder heads, bores, everything was either changed entirely or modified extensively. Then putting that back together and back in, the boxer engine inside being fire-breathing, with a distinctly rally-based sound. The inside was stripped bare, a rollcage fitted and two bucket Recaro seats, with a MOMO wheel and racing dash put in it's place, the dash mostly stripped away. There was a sound system, but not a booming one, and it wasn't the most comfortable ride, with Ohlins shocks and dampers fitted to provide a stiff ride. The rear diffuser and modified exaust system made the rear of the car look aggressive, while the bodykit didn't just have an aesthetic design- it was hardcore aero, and sucked the car to the ground, the design not ruining the original curves but serving as an extension, their lattice-carbon fiber color going well with the matt black paint of the car, having only the slightest of shine that worked well with the carbon fiber. A Recaro sticker sat over the top of the front windshield with a small Scottish flag on the rear windscreen top, and two medium-sized tanks of a NOS Nitrous System was swept behind the passenger seat, delivering a wet shot of nitrous on demand, or a progressive and stable delivery that tweaked the power by another 20bhp throughout. All this meant that Ross had 550bhp in a package that weighed 1,020kg. The lightest Subaru you could probably get, because there was virtually nothing left that weighed anything substantial, and delivered a stupid amount of power. With the turbo having an anti-lag system that fired like a Kalashnikov on demand, and a remapped ECU, it was able to throw out those 550 horses to a four wheel drive system on a car that won several World Rally Championships, and on wet tarmac, was probably unbeatable on city streets. Outside, it was lightly damp, but that would do. Kimberly's R34 was a wonderful car, but it was that for a different reason. Powerful as hell, but Ross knew that his car was sharper, and personally tested. It was a car for Time Attacks, not street racing. But for the latter, it would do just as well. Maybe it didn't have 900 horses like Kimberly's car, but this was a car that did surprise. Off the line, it could hit 60 in 2.8 seconds, and it could carry on going to 185, at which point Ross stepped on the brakes and didn't kill himself on the empty airfield- so it could do even more, in theory. The tyres, fat Pirellis, were semi-slicks and would relish well in slightly damp conditions, and the car was insanely grippy- not a drift car, but a car that could go through corners at mind-boggling speeds and hold up well, though the handbrake was always there if classic Ken-Block style four wheel drifts were in question. After all, the Subaru Impreza was a car that was built to conquer the WRC and the estate when it was pitched in the UK, and that it did deliver.

Turning his head back, he saw Kimberly take a punch, and almost reacted suddenly, before stopping himself, watching as she then knocked the fucker out, perhaps not literally but at least in social terms, put out of the game. He was on the floor in pain, and Ross remembered those words from Kimberly. She could look after herself, well and truly. As she came over, Ross gave a simple nod, looking over at Joanne, over in the loading bay of this construction site.
"You look like someone who was punched in the face, my dear. Come here." Ross walked over to her before he got in her car, and gave her a kiss, with an icy stare over at the men that had punched her. It would be a bad idea to mess with Mama Bear, sure, but with Daddy Bear, even worse. Ross knew that was a very strong truth indeed.
"They lay another hand, and you know I won't stop till they're on the floor in whatever condition. Let's go then. Show me your new friend. That is a beautiful Porsche she has. Gonna have to see if it has the power to back the look." Ross added, as he unlocked his Subaru and clambered in, putting the key in and starting the car up. The racing exhaust was most likely borderline illegal, especially when revved hard, the Boxer howled like a wolf. The Xenon lights on, Ross pulled out of the spot and followed the GTR in front, the turbo catching and backfiring hard when he put it into first, blue flame roaring from the twin exausts. This car never failed to really set itself apart. Ross could probably do an engine swap and make it throw out more, but nothing had the real acceleration and pulling power of the Black Horse. The acceleration was mind-numbing, and it was the delivery of such that made it feel special indeed.

Following right on Kimberly's tail, Ross skidded the car into the parking of the loading bay, the music still pumping, Ross parking in forwards rather than reversing into the spot. Clambering out, he undid his harness and stepped out, looking over at Joanne.
"Hi, I'm Ross. Nice to meet you too." He said, shaking her hand, as Kimberly introduced them both, the Scot looking around at the scene, before looking back at Joanne. A fellow Scot, he could tell in her accent, and she looked pretty beautiful- not as much as his wife, but like a gearhead that Ross could imagine coming down here.
"That is a wonderful Porsche you got there. Rauf-Welt RWB kit, that is rare." He added, looking over the car, whistling as he saw the engine through the spoiler.
"Nice. Ferdinand Porsche was not imagining this beast." Ross said, chuckling, as he looked closer at the rear-engined Porsche, looking over at Joanne, who was looking over his car.
"Before you ask, her name is Black Horse. 550 brake horse power, based on a 2003 Subaru Impreza WRX STI. It weighs only just 20kg over a tonne. It's a time trial car, I suppose. Handcrafted Carbon Fiber, and I've done some serious work in all the other departments that matter. You won't find a car like it." Ross added, chuckling, looking at the general vibe.
"Looks like there's going to be some serious competition. But a car is only as good as the person sitting behind the wheel. A riced out Corsa will beat a yuppie in a 911 if you put the right person in." Ross added, as he saw a couple more Beemers come into the construction site, before looking back at his wife and her new friend.
"Coppers will be lingering soon. I got a feeling about it. When they do come, we're going to need to break out of here fast. I'm thinking towards Surrey, down to the South Downs, no motorways, night roads."