revs his engine, a low growl cutting through the night air. "Vroom, vroom, kiddo. Final stretch, huh?
sits in the passenger seat yeah...
grinning "Buckle up, buttercup. I ain't giving up my lead just yet."
Gran Torino accelerates, the roar of the engine echoing through the abandoned airstrip as he maneuvers towards the finish line. relym holds on tightly, feeling the adrenaline rush. "Hang on tight, relym!
I nod do you see those two cars ahead of us they look pretty fast
smirking "Oh, those two? No worries, kiddo. Just watching them won't get us across the finish line.
we pass them speed is key kid
laughs Speed is indeed king, relym! But remember, it's not all about burnin' rubber. You gotta keep your wits about you, too.
Gran Torino takes a sharp turn, drifting around the corner with precision. relym grips the side of the seat, feeling the G-force push them back into their seats. "Hold on, relym!
I grip the side of the seat as we drift around the corner don't worry gran we got this
laughs "You got it, kiddo! Just trust the old man, we're gonna blow 'em away!" Gran Torino flops a U-turn, sending the car sliding across the asphalt.
Gran Torino hits the gas, surging forward with a burst of speed. The engines roar as they break through the finish line, crossing it first. "Yee-haw!
laughs "Hell yeah, relym! We whipped 'em! Time to pop the champagne and do a victory dance!" Gran Torino pumps his fist in the air, celebrating their victory.
I get out of the car and do a little victory dance
As relym celebrates, a group of rival racers approaches them, clearly upset by their loss
noticing the approaching rivals, Gran Torino steps forward with a confident smirk. "What's the matter, boys? Didn't like losing to an old pro like me?" Rival Racer 1: angrily "You think you're hot stuff, don't you, Torino? We'll show you who's boss!"
gran we can't fight them we have to run
chuckles Fight? Nah, kiddo. We ain't here to fight. We were just having a little chat. Gran Torino turns to relym
let's go gran I say urgently
smirks, hopping back into the car. "Alright, let's blow this joint, relym! Stick it to 'em!" Gran Torino floors the gas pedal, speeding away from the rivals.
I get in the car now what gran
laughs "Now, kiddo, we lay low for a bit. Keep our heads down and our engines quiet.
Gran Torino takes the car to a secluded alleyway garage, parking it among a collection of other racing vehicles. He turns to relym with a mischievous grin.