InuYasha grimaced as his car was slammed violently by an opponent, and he down shifted to keep his grip. He pulled up behind the leader or the race, the guy who had slammed him, and he shunted him with his car. The leaders yellow lamborghini shuddered under the impact, and InuYasha saw pieces of his fender fly over his car, bouncing off his windshield.
'At least I still have that.' he thought, cursing his opponents strength. InuYasha growled loudly as his face was smashed against the steering wheel, as he was shunted from behind. He glanced in his rear view, and saw a black suped up Mitsubishi tailing him. He cut out into the oncoming traffic, faking a pass, and grinned as he saw the Mitsubishi following him. InuYasha drove head on toward an oncoming truck, and turned away at the last second. The Mitsubishi didn't stand a chance, as the driver had no chance to react. The car collided head on with it, and the resulting explosion only propelled InuYasha faster, as he struggled to bring it under control. InuYasha grinned, knowing that this wasn't a game, you played for your life, and people died. Not always, but usually if you hit something at 300 mph, your not gonna get up and walk away. Especially if there was an explosion.
InuYasha was brought back to the present by a blaring of horns. He got back into his lane, and up-shifted. He passed the lamborghini wide open, and rubbed door handles for good measure. He touched the shift paddle tentatively, then shrugged. Why not, you only live once. He up-shifted, and started to get tunnel vision, as he was on a straight away. He slalomed through traffic, and yanked on his E-brake, turning hard right, his whole car swinging sideways through the turn. His tires squealed, and he laughed joyously as he cut between two oncoming cars on the highway. This was what he lived for, what would probably kill him, like the sport had claimed so many other souls.
He groaned as a traffic cop gave chase, sirens blaring, and he opened the throttle. He could always outrun them, but sometimes they wouldn't stop chasing him, and they crashed. He didn't like crashing cops, they weren't racers. Racers who had devoted their lives to racing, crashing other racers, and living for the day they would die.