Sliding onto the street, Kimberly counter-steered hard just to keep the car straight and pointed in the right direction. She kept her foot light on the pedal, using every single bit of her weight to delicately feather the control as needed. The female driver already knew that she'd be burning through this set of tires by the time she got done with the race. Might as well get her dollar's worth if they were gonna be ruined by the end anyway. 

Feeling the tires get their grip, she put the pedal to the metal, sending every single ounce of power to the rear tires as she shot down the roadway. Now was the time to keep both hands on the wheel. Dealing with her Skyline was one thing, but this car was another beast. All this power and torque at once had started to prove difficult even for Kimberly, who had dealt with many cars like this before. Something about this car had gave it a very wild, unpredictable nature. Despite having some very good semi-slicks on, something about this car felt like that it was ready to let loose at any second and take both Kimberly and Seb on a trip. It felt like it had a mind of its own.

Seeing a turn come up, Kimberly moved her feet as necessary. left foot on the clutch, and her right foot had moved to an angle where her toes were on the brake pedal and her heel was on the gas pedal. Heel-and-toe downshifting was a technique that was difficult for Kimberly to implement, especially in her beginning days as a racer. She didn't even remember how she tackled corners without heel and toe. But she learned it quick once she realized how important it was to be a faster driver. It was an essential skill and she was glad she learned how to do it. 

Going down two gears, Kimberly held her left foot over the clutch in preparation for upshifts. Feeling the car lose its grip when hitting the apex, Kimberly wrestled the wheel to the other side to countersteer accordingly. Going down a gear, she felt the car straighten itself out and get itself back on track. Once she was set again, she fucking floored that shit. Watching her Mustang fly past some dumb lil' imports, she continued to bob and weave in and out of traffic. She looked even more focused than before. This Mustang was definitely a beast of its own, but at the same time if Kimberly could learn its intricacies in time, she would definitely be able to use it to win.

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Earlier, before Ellie had gotten into Ross's car, Seb had approached her about an interesting idea. It was something about diving off of US Bank tower. She was skeptical at first, but after some coaxing from her lovely boyfriend, she was leaning more toward doing it. It might've been pretty illegal and they probably couldn't use the footage without being incriminated for trespassing among a variety of other laws. But, if it was just them and them only, then it probably would've been pretty cool to do. 

"Yeah, sure. Fuck it. Why not?" Ellie replied, shrugging. It probably would be a very cool story to tell later to their friends. 

A few minutes later, and Ellie was inside Ross's RX-7, barreling down the streets of Los Angeles faster than the human mind could comprehend in a vehicle with four wheels. The shit that Ross and Kimberly did suddenly gained a lot more respect. These two had never been in a collision with another vehicle and they'd been doing this sort of stuff for a very long time. It was amazing. Ross was barreling down these streets and he wasn't even breaking a sweat. It was hard to believe that this gearhead couple were also responsible parents that prioritized the care of their daughter whenever they were around her.

Needless to say, it was a lie if Ellie wasn't at least a little bit nervous. She had never been in something like this at this speed. All these cars that they were flying past made the Scottish girl nervous. She knew she could trust Ross. Ross wouldn't do anything to put her into harm's way. But it was a different story with the car. Anything could've happened with the car. But at least she could trust Ross to keep things intact and keep her safe. 

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After some more bobbing, weaving, turning, sliding, and braking, Kimberly had found herself on the freeway. Yes, it was in Los Angeles, where freeways were pretty much nightmares. But surprisingly, at this time of day, the only occupants of the freeway were just the racers headed to LAX. This is where the Mustang could've really shined. Wide, shallow turns and straightaways for days. Kimberly hoped her gears were long enough to really be able to utilize the power and gain some time. 

Merging onto the freeway, she could feel the suspension take most of the car's weight as the ground leveled out. She felt the V8 roar, rumbling through the floor as she put herself in the middle lane. The supercharger was whining as loud as the devil as the green car tore down the freeway. As the cabin was rumbling as it ran over every little imperfection in the road, Kimberly turned to Seb. "You alright? Hopefully this isn't too rough for you." She commented, before switching lanes to overtake a Lamborghini Gallardo and an Audi R8 going at it.