Ross had foot to floor down the freeway, hitting sixth. The turbos in flutter, it was noisy and fast and exiting like hell, as he didn't even make waste of the fact that it was clear in front. Kimberly was overtaking a R8 and Gallardo, both were so locked on each other, that they didn't even see the Mustang fly by, and Ross had to join while the gap was there. Yet it wasn't. It narrowed, as he hit the hard shoulder, then coming back onto the main road, side by side with the R8, the engine whining as he duelled the Audi, the two close, the R8's driver only having the advantage of a little more optimisation at this speed, while the RX7 felt far more unstable and ludicrous. Yet Ross made it stick, passing by and keeping foot glued, aware that Ellie was by his side, quiet. He didn't feel the need to talk, he didn't when he raced often, he just took it in and focussed on tailing Kimberly, the sight of the signs for LAX coming into view, the RX7 ready for one last charge to the terminal parking lot, to tail Kimberly and the leading pack.

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Seb nodded, as he looked over, watching Kimberly at the wheel. It was nothing short of insanity, weaving and bobbing traffic, knowing this was mad. Yet she was in control, perhaps like he was himself at times. This was something where he had to hold on, and just let her steer him. This would be fine, he said to himself, and no doubt, the lights in the rear could only say that they were not alone in going balls to the wall fast on the road.
"Just fine, fuck this is awesome!"