The hairpin bends were an absolute joy to take in the 911, a distinctly analogue, raw feeling of torque and oversteer from the 911's rear-engined setup throwing the car into bends and making it feel wildly like it wasn't gonna stick from Ross's steering wheel. Yet it was just so, so satisfying, going into the next right hander to get that going, the difficulty of keeping traction making it even more rewarding to put all the car's power down on the way out, Ross grinning liek a madman. The two duelled down the mountainside, the steep road's sheep running off it at the sight of the two cars, keeping their distance as Ross braked hard into one of the last, giving a little clutch kick and keeping intentionally wide to let Kimberly thorough. It was time to follow her for a little bit, the Scotsman mused, time to let her enjoy some of these bends rather than stay behind. 

It had to be said, it was good to be back at this. But it was only a brief respite now, not his entire life. Maybe that was what he needed. Moderation, control of some sort. And while the petrolhead in him would never leave, he had commitment now to stick with. A family to look after, and in some ways, perhaps it filled that gaping hole in his heart. Not for love of another, but to make a positive, more productive mark on his planet. Perhaps he was realising now just how lucky he had been before in the past, getting away with what he had when he did, and finding Kimberly at exactly the right time in his life. In moderation though...planting his foot down was just still paradise.

Into the flat section that headed towards the inlet's end at Funningsfjodur, the road had opened out into a two-laned, albeit still narrow gently curving road that Ross now had a bit more throttle on, the less corner-y part the remote Faroese road. The 911's engine growled, the flat six purring and just accelerating the car faster, the raw vibrate-y feeling of sitting inside a properly-old school 911 making it a fun place to be indeed. 

This wasn't driving into the sunset, it was driving into a now overcast morning on a remote island in the Atlantic, but for him, this was right where he wanted to be. As it began, in a duel with the woman he'd now grown to love, going way over the local speed limit....