Being a street racer is hard.
People always challenge you, pink slips are always on the line. One lose and you're out of a living.
Reminds me of this one race I had in Tokyo.
Everything started off simple enough, I left quite a few of my compatriots in my dust.
Speeding at unsafe speeds while avoiding uncoming traffic is always a thrill in life.
It was down to me and one another guy as I saw the silver and gray gates come close.
"I can win this." I thought to myself, when I quickly double tapped my gas pedal. The car lifted itself into the air as fire shot out of my exhaust.
I zoomed ahead of my opponent and crossed underneath the gate, whena loud female voice screamed "CHECKPOINT!"
Sonuvabitch. I wasn't done yet. But that can be expected when you're busy Cruis'n.