The Japanese legend roared down as Kimberly floored it, pedal to the metal as she blew down the upcoming straight. Of course, she was neck and neck with Joanne's 911 - which wasn't surprising considering the firepower sitting in the boot of the glorified Volkswagen Beetle. Twin turbo flat-six. It was two more cylinders than Ross's boxer, combine that with two turbos and there was the beast that was keeping up with the very powerful Skyline. As the route further developed on her phone, she realized she was going to be travelling quite the interesting path throughout the city of London. For some reason, Kimberly always found herself in Britain for her racing endeavors. She ended her last giant endeavor in Scotland. Racing in the rain in her Impreza. It was rather lovely. She didn't know what any of these locations looked like, so that was a huuge disadvantage for the American girl. However at the same time, if it was anywhere in the States, Kimberly would have the upper hand with this crowd since she was the only American she knew of here. As she saw the next turn come up, she blipped the throttle, shifting down through the gears and then pulling out of the turn like a bat out of hell. This race was for real. It wasn't some chav's 206, it was the big boys. How she and Ross got here she didn't know, but she wanted to win.
 
The ground was rather damp, which posed a threat to the semi-slick tires that Kimberly had installed onto her car. It was for the sake of performance, and it was rather ill-advised considering that the ground definitely wasn't going to be nice to her car. She was going to lose traction at some points, but she couldn't afford to give anything less than 110%. These were opponents that were not going to be taken lightly. A spinout could cost her some valuable time, and then she'd have to pull a Brian O'Conner and find her own shortcuts to regain some time. It was not something she liked to do since that was cheating, but if it was necessary then it would be done. There were no rules in street racing technically. Kimberly gripped her steering wheel tightly with both hands, 3 and 9 as she approached the upcoming corner the GPS told her to take. It was a rather sharp turn, so Kimberly had to do a bit of trickery with her clutch and maneuver through the corner safely.
 
Before she knew it, she was coming up on an... airport?! She saw the unmistakable sight of the Cargo Entrance to an airport. Next thing she knew her car was hitting 180+ on the runways, surrounded by ten thousand plus horsepower easy. She had seen movies before, and knew that driving anywhere remotely close to an airplane was not the best of ideas. She followed suit with the rest of the crowd and drove where the airplanes would have a taxi instead of the actual blast. Before long, she could feel a slight rumble travel up her car, and that only meant one thing in Britain. Helicopters. The distant sound of the British rozzers helped solidify her hunch. Now they were in a proper race. If Kimberly and company were caught, there was only one possible outcome from this. Since Kimberly wasn't exactly a British citizen, she would be extradited and prosecuted back in the states. Probably have her assets seized and her license suspended. Everyone who was racing here today knew the risks, but their love for these racing machines overtook the fear of being caught. These people were all true petrolheads, letting their vehicles go to their true potentials.
 
As she burst from the airport, she was once again neck to neck with the Porsche. It was amazing how Joanne managed to hang with her Skyline like glue, but at some point she needed to shake her so that she could continue her climb up the position. She expected some extravagant supercar to be at the very front, and that was okay. Kimberly knew she had the firepower to deal with them, but getting up there was the problem. They probably had such a huge time advantage, corners had to be cut in order to shave some time off the difference between them. Her Skyline could accelerate at a blisteringly fast rate, but the top speed was puny compared to the hypercars. The 0-60 time of the Skyline was well into the supercar territory, but the question was how long it could sustain its top speed. The last time Kimberly tried it her car nearly blew its motor. No way did she want a repeat of that. The Skyline powered on through the course, handling the corners ahead of it as if it were its breakfast. Corners were in this car's DNA. She intended to take full advantage of it. Except, Kimberly had failed to consider that the ground was damp as she went for the overtake for the car in front of her.

The car in front of her was an Evo IX that clearly packed a large amount of firepower. However with this upcoming corner, Kimberly could definitely make a move and pass it with ease. No effort on her part besides moving the wheel. As they exited the taxiway, Kimberly knew that a corner was coming up which rendered the perfect time to overtake. She moved left, letting her car get in front a little bit. She intended to brake late, but the ground was damp. Everyone knew what happened on damp ground. Kimberly braked, anticipating the car to get slow enough so that she could clear the turn rather widely. But instead the car just kept sliding as it slowed down, and as she turned the car started sliding. Kimberly's heart sunk to her gut as the car exited the exit, the Skyline doing a full 180 as the motor cut off and stalled. All she could see illuminated by the headlights were the other cars passing. The crowd included Ross and Joanne, which frustrated Kimberly as she tried to start the car again and get back on track. This was a fatal mistake she definitely needed to use her tricks to catch up with. She would never be able to live down the embarrassment for the next two weeks from her husband. Oh joy.