Episode 4: Spinning Up
Event 2: Air Revenge
Location: Downtown Central
Jeez that was close, the last shockwave pushed up the back tires of my Severus as I sped into the underpass. I shifted up, trying to gain as much speed as possible before I pitched my car wide. I screamed out of the underpass with what may possibly be my fastest power slide ever as air to ground missiles began to bring hell again.
"C'mon, c'mon." I said aloud, half watching the road half watching the LED array on dashboard slowly illuminate as I tried to hold the drift as long as possible before my car spun out.
I cursed as I was forced to cut across the median in order to avoid running head first into a missile. I yanked my e-brake just in time to avoid splattering my car along the outside wall as I drifted into the tight left hand turn. Mid-drift I pressed the blue button on my steering wheel and watched as one missile turned a wide fast arch back toward the attack helicopter.
Wait for it.
The chopper's under belly mini gun spat fire as its pilot shot the missile out of the sky.
Finesse.
I power slid my Cobretti into the soft right turn. The Air Revenge Split/Second Helicopter can discharge its anti-missile vulcan for a total 5 seconds but must wait 10 seconds to use it again while providing obstruction free missile volleys at a maximum of every 7 seconds. Do the fucking math.
Before the next salvo got close I used my freshly refilled Power Bar and watched as 5 missile turned back toward the chopper. The pilot was able to get 3 before the remaining 2 collided with the aircraft. At the entrance to the 90 degree right turn, I stepped out of my car. I smirked as I relished the sight of two S.A.F.E.'s falling to the ground followed a flaming helicopter impacting a nearby building and erupting into even more fire and red hot metal.
I took off my helmet and look up at the camera helicopter that was now overhead. I flash my most devious smile before stepping back into my Severus. Once again, I think I speak for all drivers when I say I hate the Split/Second attack choppers.
"Nice driving sexy." Carter said before I stepped completely out of my car.
"Hi Carter." I said flatly.
"Hey kid, are ya like, immune to taking hints or what." Troy said to Carter with a bit of a slur, "You been hitting on hot stuff over there forever, give it a rest man."
I looked up and found Troy sitting atop her trunk, a can of beer in hand.
"Is she drunk already? It's like 11 in the morning." I asked Carter.
"What do...do you think I am some wasted whore, hm!" she said before taking another swig.
"Let her be, she general doesn't notice you unless you make eye contact." Carter whispered to me.
"Christ is she drunk again?" Bonnie asked as she walked into the garage.
"FUCK OFF!" Troy screamed before falling back onto the windshield, presumably asleep.
"That was a great run by the way." Bonnie beamed at me.
"Thanks, what's next today." I replied.
Bonnie opened the file that was in her hand.
"Actually I think that's all for you today." She said.
"Hm, what's K up to?"
"He's doing his Deadline run right now."
"Hey, you know what that means Konani?" Carter exclaimed.
"No, what." I said with an exaggerated sigh, this was going get lame, I could feel it.
"Free day!"
"Um, I thought I said you have a Survival event in the next hour" Bonnie informed.
"Okay, let me think about that." Carter said as he made a scale with his hands.
"Hanging out with Konani." He raised his right hand.
"Or getting my car blown up with me inside." He raised his left hand.
Even through a perpetual smile, Bonnie did not look amused.
"I'm pretty sure hanging out with Konani wins." Carter said as he lowered his right hand as far is it would go.
Ugh, it times like these I wished something like divine intervention would happen.
"Oh shit dude do you see what coming this way." a voice from outside said.
I turned to see two S2 technicians talking to each, normally I would have begun to ignore them but across the road at another garage heads were beginning to turn as well. The only things that turned heads in Seconds City were Elites and rare cars.
"Guys, somethin' big coming." I said, halting Bonnie's argument with Carter.
I stepped up to one of our garage's multiple entrances just in time to see...oh shit.
"Fuck, that's a Centuar isn't it." Carter said as he walked up beside me, Bonnie not too far behind.
The three of us watched as a blue Cobretti Centuar stopped in front of our garage. Starting from the hood a tribal like design lead the eye to the back of the car. Its overall shape was that of a bird.
For some reason all of us stepped back when the driver door opened. It opened vertically like the doors on a Koenigsegg. We held our breath as a leg stepped out followed the tallest man I've ever seen in my life. He just kept going, and going, he had be like 7 feet tall.
"Hey, who the fuck is that." We all jumped at Tory's voice.
"Hey uh, don't mind her, she's just a little out of it right now." I said
Sporting a letterman's jacket, baggy jeans, dreadlocks to his shoulders and a 50' hat cocked to the side. The African American man towered over all of us. But when he took of his sun glasses and nodded to me I saw something in his eyes. There was nothing frightening about The Vulture, on the contrary I felt like he needed a hug.
"Oh Shit! That's Vulture Evans." Tory shouted having finally identified our guest.
Monroe gave her a look that Tory didn't seem to agree with. She jumped off of her truck and stumbled up to him.
"What'r you lookin' at bitch, I'll fuckin' cut you." Tory spat in a drunken rage, waving her beer can at Monroe.
Obviously a man on the quite side, Monroe looked at Tory and then looked at me. I looked at him. I stared right into his eyes, then I formulated a plan that was probably be the worst I've ever come up with.
I stepped in between Monroe and Troy.
"Leave him alone Tory, go put your booze away and settle down." I commanded her.
"You ain't the fuckin' boss of me." Tory shot back.
God I sure hope I'm good a reading people.
I spread out my stance and crossed my arms.
"Monroe, raise me." I brazenly announced, praying frantically in mind for this to work.
Slowly but surely Monroe grabbed my hips and placed me on top of his shoulders.
Holyshitholyshitholyshit, I can't believe he's going along with this.
Both Monroe and I glared down at Tory until she dropped her beer can.
"What the hell just happened?" Carter asked.
"Yeah, I'm missing something too." Bonnie added.
I looked over and found them both awestruck. I just laughed before tapping Monroe on the head.
"To the fridge." I said in an epic voice over kind of way, pointing toward to refrigerator located on the far side of the garage near the living quarters entrance.
As per my request, Monroe's titanic form lumbered over to the fridge.
"Amp please." I asked.
He opened the fridge, procured a tall can on Amp and tossed it up to me. I looked down to...and my boobs are in the way, nevermind.
"Quickly, return us to my companions." I said in between gulping down my favorite energy drink.
Carter and Bonnie we still both floored at what had just happened, some of the drivers outside started taking pictures.
"Garage door."
With one mighty hand, The Vulture Evans closed the garage door. The outside noise now gone the room fell deathly silent.
"So, how long have you two known each other?" Bonnie asked uneasily.
"What do think big guy, I say it's been a good five minutes."
He nodded in agreement.
"Okay, so then how is this happening?" Carter said pointing at the fact that I was still sitting on top of Monroe's shoulders.
"Excellent question, I have no fucking clue."
"Tenma is my hero, I'll do anything for her." Monroe's voice was deep and powerful.
My face scrunched into an expression of outright confusion, as did Carter's and Bonnie's.
Monroe dug something out his pants pocket and raised it up to me. My eyes widen when I saw it.
It was an old medal I had received for winning a preliminary race at a go-kart completion in California. I thought I had lost it.
"How...where did you get this?" I asked while grasping the medal.
"About a week after you lost it, I found a guy trying to pawn it off, so I took it." he replied.
"That doesn't explain the hero part." Carter interjected.
"When I found the medal, it reminded me of how she got it. She didn't need to steal or kill for it. She earned it, she deserved it. It's a feeling I've never known my entire life."
Wow, I never thought I'd be someone inspiration.
"So what did you used to do?" I asked, shit I probably should have thought about that one more.
But Monroe answered anyway, "My brother used to tell me that every since my feet could touch the petals I've been stealing cars."
"So having Konani's medal is what made you decide to go legit with your driving." Bonnie reasoned.
Monroe nodded.
"Nice sob story kid." Tory said. We all turned to find her leaning against the back of her truck, no doubt listening the entire time.
"Step off Troy, Monroe is cool." I responded.
"Shut up Tenma, I've heard about the real Monroe Evans, and unless that's a horrible rumor this guy hasn't told you about half tha shit he's done." Tory shot back, now sounding very sober.
Even though he didn't step back, I could feel Monroe recoil as if afraid Tory would say more.
"You, from what I gather you're not a perfect little angel yourself." I shot back
"Yeah but at least I don't use someone else as a shield to hide from my past." The blonde replied, her tone still the most serious I've ever heard.
"We know, you use alcohol instead." I retorted.
Troy opened her mouth to reply but was cut off by the sound of one of our garage doors opening. Within moments the room was filled the squeal of KR's Ryback. He pulled into his usual space, killed the engine, got out and quickly closed the garage door behind him.
"Hey you guys know that the Vulture's Centuuu..." KR stopped mid-step and mid-sentence as he took in the current scene.
"K, just so you know, this is totally what it looks likes." Carter said.
"Shut up, Carter." Tory said immediately.
KR walked up to Monroe and I, I guess trying to make sense of what we were doing.
"Um, okay. Guys look at this." KR said, probably deciding it was best not to think about it too hard.
He walked over to one of our garage big screens, but instead of going through the replay directory he went to an unfamiliar menu and typed in a censored password. The TV began to broadcast a palette of live streams from different tracks.
"Live streams of Second City, I wonder where you would get access to that." Bonnie said with a little sarcasm.
"Vixen if you must know." KR said.
My agitation must have been more than I expected because Monroe took my off his shoulders.
"I'm good." I told him. He didn't look convinced.
"Whoa, nice Pagani." Carter said, bringing my attention back to the big screen. And a rather old one at that, the Pagani Zonda.
"How is that possible?" Troy asked.
"Yeah, I thought that licensed cars weren't allowed in Second City." Bonnie added.
"They aren't." KR said.
"Doesn't erase the fact that there's still a Pagani driving through Dry Docks." I said.
"It probably just an Elite out for a joy ride." Carter explained.
"In a Pagani Zonda C12, yeah that shit I find hard to believe." Tory replied.
"K. is there another reason you're showing us this." I asked.
"Yes, power is why were watching this. Who here knows how much Brawn's 440 puts out." KR asked.
Hm, come to think of it. I'm really not sure. I think it's like 6-somethin'.
"The 440 Special is rated for about 600 break horse power, right?" Bonnie said.
"True, but check Brawn's profile page on the website.
"It's 1100 horse power." Monroe said before anyone could take out their phone.
"Bullshit." Tory said immediately.
"Yeah, and I'm absolutely sure it has something to do with his specialty part." KR said.
"It has to, with 1100 break horse power his 440 would be significantly faster but during Elite races its clearly restricted." Bonnie reasoned.
"So, anyone want to fill me in on why Evan's is here?" KR asked.
"He's Konani's new manslave." Carter answered.
"No! Just an admirer." Bonnie quickly corrected.
"Butt buddies." Tory said with a snicker.
KR raised and eye blow before turning to Monroe and holding out his hand. Monroe took it in a hardy shake.
"Welcome to the garage, tools are over there, fridge is over there." KR said point in the respective directions.
"Tory, let's go, we a race to win." KR said as he walked back to his car.
"Fuck yeah, better than sticking around here." Troy replied as she climbed into her Titan.
A deafening roar lasted only a few seconds as the two Rybacks left the garage. Within moments Carter was laughing.
"Did you see his face when Raven walked in, God I wish I had a camera." He said in between chuckles.
"Yeah, how did you even know Monroe would react the way he did?" Bonnie asked.
"Good question." Monroe added.
I shrugged. It was really just a good guess, a horribly frightening guess, but still a good guess.
"I want to know how your switched Canyon's route on the first lap." I said, somewhat glaring at Monroe. I instantly regretted it, even though his dreads were covering most of his face, I could feel the sadness emanating from him.
"I'm sorry Konani, S2 threw me a few extra credits to push harder in that race, and I took the bribe." Monroe said.
"No problem big man, I'm pretty sure I know why." I reassured him, patting him on the shoulder. He gave a weak smile.
"If you're sticking around, you should probably more you car in here." Bonnie advised.
Monroe nodded and went to go open one of the garage doors.
"Yo." Said a rather shapely Black woman, reclining over the hood of Monroe's Centaur. Her Caucasian counterpart sat on the back of Monroe's ride.
The Clan and Team Afrika, what started as a joke between extremely good drivers ended in a very popular and controversial driving crew. Due to sensitive legal issues because of their team names both crews have been out of the running since last season. Obviously not the case anymore.
The woman slunk off the Cobretti and swayed over to Monroe, she was tall. Most noticeably when she draped her arm around his neck.
"What gives, I thought you guys were kicked out of Second City for good." I asked, trying to ignore the blatant advances of the girl on Monroe
"I thought so too, but S2 knows some...very convincing lawyers." the man said as he got of the Centaur.
"Team Afrika wants Vulture Evans back." The woman whispered loudly into Monroe's ear.
"Thanks but no thanks." Monroe said with a growl that surprised even me.
The woman frowned and return to the man's side, her arm around his waist. The man answered by placing his arm around her shoulders.
"Sorry to hear that Evans, The Clan may respect your decision, but I doubt the rest of Team Afrika will let this go unanswered." the man said with a devious smirk.
"Let's go Marv, we're done here." the woman said still glaring at Monroe. They climbed into the man's pitch black Ryback Vulcan and sped away.
"Wow, if this kind of stuff keeps happening this season, I'm going to need something stronger than coffee." Bonnie said as she walked up behind, sure enough downing another mug of coffee.
"This crew is like some sort of clusterfuck magnet." Carter added, walking up to Monroe's Centaur, looking it over.
"The Ryback Angels hate us, we're on thin ice with all the Elites, and now both Team Afrika and The Clan have us in their cross hairs." He continued.
"Yeah, but if we were any other crew I might actually be scared." I said nudging Monroe in the arm, he offered me a smile.
"I'll drink to that." Bonnie said finishing her coffee.
Split/Second Championship Race Day
"Check." Monroe said in his usual low and somehow quiet voice.
"What?" I exclaimed looking at the chess board again.
"This is fucking bullshit." Tory said in a huff.
Carter just looked more confused the more he tried to figure it out.
"I don't know why I'm even here, you just taught me chess last night." Tory complained.
"I don't know either; I thought with all 3 of us we might be able to beat him." Carter yelled back.
"Bonnie, come help us." I pleaded.
"Nope, I know better. You guys are your own." Bonnie laughed, I frowned. My competition blinded mind assumed she was just afraid of losing to Monroe again.
"Checkmate." Monroe said.
"Duh fuck?" I asked bewildered as I turned back to the game. It seems Carter and Tory had made a few moves without me noticing.
"Lame." Tory said walking away.
"Agreed." Carter said following suit.
"Why are you so good at chess?" I asked frustrated.
Monroe just shrugged in response.
"Of course." I said as I walked over to where KR was. He was underneath my Severus working away at something.
"Need some help, K?" I offered. I heard him stop working for a second.
"Uh, no." He said hesitantly, then he responded again more quickly, "Weren't you playing chess or something?"
"Yeah, I lost. You sure you don't need help?" I asked again, he's dodging my question.
"Whew, look Konani, it's not that I don't want your-Carter slide me that vice." KR said cutting himself off. From the other side of the Severus I heard something metallic slide toward us.
"It's not that I don't want you your help, it's just that-"
"You suck at fixing cars girl." Tory finished for him."
"What? No I don't" The audacity.
"Sorry hot stuff, but you kinda do." Carter's voice said form the other side of my car.
"Yeah, you can tune car's about as well as Carter knows how to flirt." Tory snorted.
"Hey, I resent that." Carter replied, but with a bit less gusto that usual.
"Kid have you even had a girlfriend?" Tory asked.
Carter was silent for a spell before presenting an extremely weak come back, "Uh, have you ever had a boyfriend?"
"Hon' have you even looked at me lately? I'm fuckin' hot. Your situation doesn't even apply to me." Tory said.
"Tory, shut up. Do you even remember what happened before you first found our garage?" KR said.
"Fuck you." was Tory's best reply.
"Um, can we get back to why I'm not allowed to help fix our cars." I interjected.
"Sweetie, listen to me." Tory said grabbing me by the shoulders, "From what I've seen there are two things in this world you're good at, looking sexy and driving cars. You just need to stick with that."
"But-"
"No no, remember, being sexy and driving cars" Tory said waving her finger at me.
Alrighty, let's get an opinion from someone I trust.
"Bonnie, am I a bad mechanic?"
"Yes." Bonnie said without even looking up from the file she was reading.
"Monroe?"
"Sorry Konani." his deep voice replied.
Defeated, I did the only thing a sexy 24 year old driver could do in this situation. Sit in nearest chair and pout.
"I hate you guys."
Finally back in newly repaired car, which I had no hand in fixing by the way, assholes. I sat in silence as I waited for the rest of the lineup to arrive on the grid. Even more interesting is the fact that we're also waiting on an Elite, Blitz to be exact. I was under the impression that Elites were never late, given that this was the only official race they took part in. Eh, whatever.
"Hey Konani." Bonnie said suddenly.
I readjusted the mic in my helmet before speaking, "What's up Bonnie?"
"Um...it's Vixen." Bonnie said hesitantly.
Ugh really? "Go ahead." I replied with no enthusiasm.
"Nice day huh?" Vixen accented voice filled my helmet.
"Yeah, what is it Vixen." I was eager to end the conversation.
"Be straight with me girl, what's with you and Raven?"
If I was eating I'm sure I would have started choking on it, unfortunately I'm not that lucky.
"What? What are you talkin' about?" I asked, not sure if I was serious or not.
"Do I have to spell it out? Are you two fucking or what?" Vixen replied with a little impatience.
"No, of course not." ...Wait, I...
"I stood by long enough and watched you waste your chance girl."
"But-" I stopped myself, what the hell was I supposed to say?
"Besides rumor has it you're getting cozy with the Vulture now, so I'm sure you won't mind. Vixen out." My mic went dead.
"Konani?" Bonnie asked cautiously.
"What? I'm fine, I'm fine. I have race to win, right." Totally gotta focus...
"Uh okay, don't push yourself." Bonnie said.
"Whoop, whoop, let's do this shit!" Tory screamed into my mic.
"Fuckin' hell Tory why we're drinking before a race?" KR said with a disgruntled tone.
"Oh shut up I only had...2...what comes after 4?" Tory laughed.
"Christ." I could hear KR's palm hit his helmet.
"30 seconds guys, look alive." Bonnie warned
"FANS, WELCOME BACK TO THE HIGH OCTANE ACTION OF SLIPT/SECOND!" I could have sworn the announcer's voice shook my car this time; the roar of the crowd didn't help.
I revved my car's engine in an attempt to drown him out, yeah that did the trick. I flexed my hands over the wheel as my Severus angryly swayed from the engine's power.
God I am not feeling up for this race babe.
Event 6: Elite Race
Location: Storm Drain
My car whined as the tach' red lined, shift up, ah there's my torque.
I gave Rigg's Goliath a bit of a bump as we enter the first curves, braking late in the sharp left corner I passed Live Wire on the inside. I broke wide trying to build as much momen-
"Miss me mothafuckers!" Blitz's voice pierced mine, and I guess everyone else's ears. From my left a heard the aggressive growl of a supercharged vehicle. Blitz's 440 shot out of the shortcut giving Vixen's S510 a hardy scrape on power slide's exit.
"No fucking way." Tory said.
"I can't believe they let him race anyway." Bonnie added.
"That seems a bit unfair." I said sarcastically while maneuvering in between the gate Power Plays.
"Better question: why was he so late?" KR said in a rather cynical tone. A tone I fairly certain nobody picked up but me.
HOOOOONNNKKK! The train Power Play detonated beside me, shaking my Coberetti. As if on queue the pipe Power Play after it exploded. I watched as The Ghost's rims flashed light blue as my own car began to spin in an unwanted direction.
I pressed hard on the brake narrowly avoiding contact with the outside wall, wasting enough time for KR and a few other cars to pass. I sailed underneath one of the falling barrel Power Plays just as it was dropped. Add a little weight transfer and bang, kick ass power slide. I watched my Power Bar climb as I fought to keep the car sideways, breaking out just before the jump.
"K, heads up!" I said before tapping the red button on my steering wheel. In the far left corner a tower burst into flames and began to collapse, falling into a fiery heap to from a sort of tiny Route Switch. I whizzed past KR who had slowed down as per my advice, but It didn't take long for him to be right on bumper as we enter the warehouse Power Play.
Thankfully just as we exited the Power Play was detonated. I tapped my brake and turne-oh shit.
I forced my car wide barely missing a flaming pile of wrecked car.
"Who was that?" I asked no one in particular.
"Live Wire." Bonnie answered.
Yeah I sometimes forget that the Elite are also in competition amongst themselves, I just wish a few of them would remember that sometimes.
"Kinda makes you wish they'd take each other out." KR said as his pulled up beside me as we flew past the turbine Power Plays.
"Tell me about it." I responded.
"C'mon, just like last time, let's take this one Elite at a time." KR said.
"10-4 good buddy." I replied as we slid underneath the crane Power Play and into the chicanes.
We barreled across the Start/Finish line as we began to close the gap on Rigg. The Goliath driver open the shortcut, KR pulled ahead and drafted him through. I slide into the left hander as fast I could and without looking activated the pipe bomb Power Play. Tires screeched as the explosion knocked the Goliath off balance enough for the KR to spin the massive truck. I heard the Golitah's engine stall as I flew by, although my glee was shorted lived as the dump truck Power Play plowed through the overhanging bridge. I winced as a chunk of metal dented the front of my Severus.
"Tory! What was that for?" Bonnie suddenly exclaimed.
You gotta be kidding me, that was Tory.
"Shit guys my bad, I'm still a little off it." Tory replied.
Bonnie released an exasperated sigh before saying "Be more careful."
"Go wide." KR advised just as the second part of the train Power Play began to roll onto the track.
I pulled up closer to KR and activated to next Power Play hoping to further deter whoever Raven's target was. Oh delicious irony, it's Vixen. Sparks flew as I made no effort to stop myself from sideswiping her.
The little voice in my head screamed yes even thought I knew my underhandedness would come back to haunt me later. My car caught a little air as I passed the barrl Power Play again. It had become painfully obvious that the fleild hadn't spread out as much as I thought. Out of the right hand hair pin I saw Raptor, Brawn and Blitz speeding off the next jump.
"Too easy." KR said as the boiler on the right side of the track exploded knocking Blitz's 440 off course...wait, what was that?
"Did you see that?" I asked KR as we passed Blitz on either side, I could sworn I saw something on Blitz's vehicle flash blue.
"Yeah, just barely." Raven replied as we slid through the corner at the entrance to the warehouse Power Play.
And like some sort of fierce animal charging at it prey, we heard it. The monstrous roar of heavily supercharged engine.
"Fuck!" KR shouted, I looked in my rear view and watched in what felt like slow motion as back of KR's Cyclone pop up, spoiler gone, rear fender completely crumpled, flames, and a S.A.F.E. ball sailing off to the side.
"No!" I cried, where did Blitz get that speed? I checked my rear views again, the impact had effectively screwed Blitz's aerodynamics but the burst of speed...his supercharger. That must be it, but how?
"Konani." Bonnie voice filled my helmet.
"Hold that thought Bon'" I replied, pressing the Level 1 Power Play button on my wheel. The sirens wailed as the a turbine itself was ejected from the wall. Though not in time to wreck him, the shock waves threw Raptor's car against the wall providing me with an easy pass. I activated the crane Power Play ahead but Brawn timed his dodge beautifully, using the angle to begin a chain of drifts thought the chicane.
With no hope of catching him I settled for 2nd.
God Amp tastes delicious, and I guess second place isn't too bad either, good episode, good episode indeed.
"Bonnie, what was Blitz's upgrade?" KR said from under his Cyclone, working desperately to try and return it to its former glory.
Bonnie sat down beside me on the table, crappy cup of coffee in hand.
"KERS" Bonnie said before taking a sip of her coffee.
"Kinetic Energy Recovery?" I asked.
"Yes, it linked to a high output supercharger on Blitz's 440 instantly giving him a boost of up to 250 horse power for a limited duration.
"Limited, hm." KR said to himself.
"Yep, he can't draw power from his motor the use the supercharger, therefore he has to use the saved energy." Bonnie added.
"Where is he getting the saved energy from, his brakes I guess." I said.
"Power Play shockwaves." KR explained.
"Bingo." Bonnie said before taking another sip.
"Huh?" I asked
KR rolled from underneath his car and stood up while wiping his hands on a rag he had in his pocket.
"Remember when we saw the flash of on his ride." KR said.
"Yeah." I replied slowly.
"It was the red trim changing colors, it signaled energy absorption through the car's side panels." KR explained.
"Energy that he uses to boost the output of his supercharger." I added.
"In a sense he probably has the most powerful mod of all the Elite's, hence it's steep drawback." Bonnie said.
"No Power Plays means no boost." I reasoned.
"So that only leaves Brawn and Raptor with unknown upgrades." KR said.
"Aw hell, I don't even want to think about what theirs could be." I replied, comically rubbing my head to sooth a headache.
But I got me thinking, how far would we have to push those Elite just to see what makes their cars such a godsend, part of me wants to know, and part of me definitely doesn't.