(Sorry I was dead for a little bit)

His opponent was catching up on him from the corner, he didn't need to check the mirror to see that. He mumbled, "Let's see how you'll react to this, [i]Debil[/i]"

He drifted towards the right side of the road, and went down a branching road, hoping his opponent would follow. These streets were known better than the back of his hand, living and growing up here is something you never forget. He pumped to the hardbass, and took a sip of the kvass in his cupholder, and licked his lips, as he went left and right down the narrow streets. This would be a slight waste if he never followed, but it was something that wouldn't set him too far back. 

The best part of the hardbass came on, and he was ready. 
Tri-polosky Tripo Tripolosky
The energy of the 3 stripes flowed through him.