Max's buyoant mood was nothing unexpected, as he flexed his hands around the wheel and the shifter, waiting, and waiting out. The screen lit up, prompting on the next intersection light change, it was go time. Sitting tight in the OMP harness, he clutched the Momo wheel tight and got ready to send it, the car sitting in first and the engine revving gently. Soon, he'd give it the absolute beans, as it went to red, staying and staying, his heart rate multiplying, his mind in total focus. And then go.

The lights turned green, and Max had his foot hard on the gas, the four-wheel drive Skyline barking into action, the clutch dumped as the other cars followed suit, almost neck and neck as they all pulled away, Max unable to leverage an advantage just yet. The road was straight on, as they came into very light traffic, Max going onto the other side of the road and coming back, the whole pack stacked together. The first turn was coming up, and just like any race, was where shit got real.

Tapping on the brakes, the car gave a course little four-wheel drift, coming out of the intersection and onto the highway ramp in a smooth action, a handful of cars already dropping back from their lack of cornering, but not Max and Kaitlyn, as they came up and onto the road. A single cop car became a blur as the speedo climbed, the sight of the other sports cars and tuners all around making the place one hell of a speedzone. 

The only concern he had, was that the one cop car they had driven past had turned into four in pursuit.