Ross was close, pulling off the highway and pulling a long drift onto the next road, adjusting the angle as the rotary screamed, slamming a gear and clutch kicking out, feeling the torque nearly shift the whole chassis impossibly, as he knew that Kimberly had been out of his sight for a while. She'd found another way, no doubt, as he barely overtook a modified Subaru BRZ, highly so, given how quick it was holding pace. He knew that would be the way it was, with any street race, it was always tight for a reason.

He didn't follow Kimberly, though he had taken a different route, going the main way into the garage. He had punched his way into the top three, as he saw Kimberly come in, the Mustang roaring as Ross knew that his own tyres would have to be taken steady. The compound wasn't particularly soft, but it was like butter and boiling hot when you were shredding it through corners and creating a smokescreen. Seeing Kimberly, he followed her in, barely darting past another car as it too flight over the entry ramp, hitting in a hail of sparks and uncomfortable noises. He had to follow her up, and there was one car, right in front that she could take.