As the wheels turn on the pavement you can hear as the tires squeal, smoking as you go down the street.
             As you shift from first to second you feel the car get a new thrust of speed, barreling faster and faster down the almost empty road.
             It's just you and the guy next to you, fighting, pushing your car to the limit. Seeing who will get there first or who will get there at all.
             As you shift from second to third you see straight ahead, water over the road. You try to think as fast as you can, right, left, or just try to ride through it and see. But all you can do is sit there and wait to see what happens. Because he's on your left and the ditch is on the right.
             You hit the water, you try to see if you can feel if your sliding, it's too fast, all you know is that you have to keep going or it's all over.
             You top third hastily shift in to fourth. He starts to pull away from you so you pound on the already floored peddle as if it will make you go faster.
             As you shift from fourth to fifth you get ready for the ace in you sleeve, the nitrous. When you hit the button for the first stag you get a burst and you quickly pass him. Then the radar scanner goes off as you hit 145 there's, a cop trap ahead.
             You both slow down and turn on the opposite road. Not knowing who won and not knowing who he was. He was just someone that was at the stoplight, and wanted to race. Knowing that you could have won or not. Knowing that you would wave as you pass him for the last time. Knowing that being in a car you built would have let you win.
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