He growled as his opponent shot ahead. Alright, no messing around. He put pedal to the metal and the engine roared in response, weaving through traffic like it wasn't even there. Unfortunately for the VW, it was hard to really compete with close to one and a half grand of American built muscle car. It was noisy and guzzled fuel like beer, but dammit if moments like this weren't worth the hassle.

He slammed down hard on the horn as another driver almost got himself killed, before pulling closer and closer to the VW. Facing his opponent again, and without taking his eyes off the road, he reached forward and adjusted the radio. As if to challenge the hardbass, his own music blared out- Classic Rock.

"I'M ON THE HIIIGHWAY TO HELL!" And with that, one single finger was raised.