As the Japanese rocket shot from their household, Ellie was surprisingly impartial to the sudden shot of g-forces that her body had been subjected to. Eyeing the tachometer, as it climbed up higher and higher - Ellie was surprised at how high it was going. She wasn't made aware about the nature of rotary engines. Did this car sound like a vacuum cleaner tearing some carpet? Yes it did, but it was fast, and the powerband was as tall as she was. It felt like a rocket as it tore through more gears, but unlike a lot of high speed cars that she had been in, it was very stable, which could be accredited to the downforce that the body of the car had produced. The fastest thing that Ellie owned was a turbocharged Toyota 4Runner with a V8 in it. That thing was her daily, and could climb anything. But could it go as fast as the RX-7 she was sitting in right now? No, it couldn't even come close. The more that she sat in this car, the more she thought about obtaining a car like this. It was interesting how this car's nature was.

As the Garmin GPS system flickered to life, and provided a route to race location, Ellie took a moment to pull her phone out and update herself on what had happened. She had a stack of emails, text messages, and her voicemail had filled up with stuff that she needed to take care of as soon as she got back to somewhere where she could do it. Then suddenly, the sound of a V8 roaring filled the cabin as Ross dialed up his wife, and suddenly her voice replaced the roaring V8. A quick conversation took place as to what was happening tonight, then an audible click was heard as the conversation concluded. Ellie stared at Ross for a cool minute before returning to her phone, as she looked at photos she took of her, Mia, and Kimberly. 

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American Muscle was a strange fit for Kimberly, despite her specialty with Japanese cars - muscle cars were also a good fit for her. It wasn't just because she was American, but it also suited her style. A common theme across the cars she currently owned was the massive amount of power that was packed underneath the hood of each car. It wasn't because Kimberly needed it to be the sort of driver she was now, but she just really, really liked the way it felt whenever she pressed on the gas pedal and a whole bunch of power surged throughout. Muscle cars were excellent at that, which is why they suited her very well. Such was the case with the Mustang. Tons of torque and power were available, and because it was a supercharged car, there was very little lag and throttle response was immediate. It was satisfying, especially when Kimberly was shooting down the straight, with some Austrian fellow sitting in the seat next to her.

The redline wasn't as high as Ross's RX-7, let alone her Skyline, but when it hit that rev-limiter, the punch of power that followed was immensely satisfying. As she and Seb pulled up to a red light, having to stop because there were a bunch of cars crossing by that would make the trek across impossible, the phone sitting in her cupholder rang. Before she could pick up, however, the light turned green and Kimberly was focused on getting the car to move and pointing it in the direction of the meet. As she saw open road ahead, she pulled it out of her cupholder and answered the call, putting it on speaker as she put the pedal to the metal. "[color=ed1c24]I can hear your voice, but your car not so much.[/color]" Kimberly replied cheekily, taking a moment to shift gears before telling Ross about the details of the race coming up. "[color=ed1c24]So this is going to be like the London thing, except EVERYONE you see there is gonna be participating. From those dudes that are inevitably going to be in bone-stock R8s to those fucks in Civics. They'll be there, and you're going to have to compete against them. First is first, though. Doesn't matter what you're driving just as long as you get across the line first.[/color]" A lot of familiar faces, at least to Kimberly, were going to be there. She hadn't seen much of  them since she'd met Ross, but she was sure they remembered who she was and was also sure of her still-standing reputation. Some would be shocked to see her at the event, and even more shocked at what she was driving, but Kimberly didn't care. She was back on the scene after so long. There were going to be some people looking to overtake her, but that was fine with her. She just had to put them back in their place. "[color=ed1c24]See you on the other side, babe.[/color]" Kimberly dismissed, before hanging up and dropping her phone back into the cupholder. She looked over to Seb, and shrugged. "[color=ed1c24]Picked a good time to come by, Sebby. You're in for an experience.[/color]"

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As Ellie looked at the photos, she was smiling at how adorable Mia was. Out of all the things in the world right now, the little girl that she was holding a while ago was on her mind the most. She had no clear idea why, but she was sure a part of it was because that it was an indication of the different places she and Ross were in when it came to life. Mia was a symbol of sorts. Ellie was still out doing some crazy shit, but Ross had things tying him down (which didn't really keep him from doing crazy shit either), and lived a different lifestyle. It had Ellie thinking about how she was living life. It was weird that she was having an existential crisis in a car barreling through the streets of Los Angeles. 

"[color=fff79a]You guys ever think about having another kid? Mia is so fucking cute I can't even handle it. She's like you, but more... [i]tenacious[/i]. I can tell she's going to be a handful to whoever's going to date her once she's older.[/color]" It was a weird question to ask, definitely. But with the mental fuck that Ellie was having right now, she had to get it off of her mind. Maybe it would've provided a basis for her to start settling down soon - she was coming up on thirty and needed to get a plan together for when her body is inevitably unable to handle the lifestyle she lives right now. "[color=fff79a]It's weird, y'know?[/color]" The Scottish girl inquired, as she looked at Ross. "[color=fff79a]We're pretty close in age, but yet we're in different places in life. You're married and have a kid and whatnot, but here's me, going around jumping out of airplanes, skiing, and carving mountains with my boyfriend -- as a career as well.[/color]" The lifelong friend of Ross's had sunk in her seat a little bit, shrugging. "[color=fff79a]I don't know, man. I thought you'd be doing the same old shit you did when we were kids.[color]" 

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[url=https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3c4GVDe9Zwg]party music bc fuck yeah[/url]

The sight of the collection of cars on the abandoned lot instilled a good feeling into Kimberly. It had been a long time since she had been to one of these sorts of events on her home turf. It was good to be back, after all. The barreling Mustang had slowed down just enough so people could gawk at the Mustang that had just arrived. As she rolled up, she stopped for just a second before revving the car just to show off a bit. It wasn't like Kimberly to be like that, but because it had been so long she just felt like doing it. She then went to move around and found a place to park her Mustang, backing into a spot next to a familiar looking pearlescent McLaren MP4-12C and an even more familiar dark blue GT-R. Once the engine had settled, she took a moment to find her glasses out of the glovebox, putting them on because she would need it to see things. They were those glasses that made her piercing blue eyes look fucking HUGE.

Kimberly gestured to Seb to exit the car, and once she did she was met by the owners of the cars next to her. They really did remember who she was, as shown by people's enthusiasm of seeing her once again. The music boomed, but the attention was still on the cars as Kimberly was handed a slip with the race route. All she had to do was to punch it into a phone app and she'd be set. Kimberly stuffed the slip into her pocket and greeted some old friends.

"Holy shit, it's Kimberly... how ya been? I haven't seen you in such a long time."

"[color=ed1c24]I've been good! I've been busy with life so I haven't really had time to come back today, but y'know... I felt it was time to come back today.[/color]"

"No shit, huh? That Mustang yours? That's unlike you."

"[color=ed1c24]Yeah it is, spent the last few months building it from the ground up. It was a bitch but everything's going well - pushing six hundred plus on just regular gas. I don't know what it'll push on E85 just yet.[/color]"

For the time being, Kimberly was socializing with old friends and whatnot while she waited for Ross to get there. She didn't need the GPS to get there, because she knew the fastest route to that lot by heart, meaning that she had a little time to kill before the race started.