You were in the middle of a street race with your enemy. He was winning. Everyone had bet on him to win, and your eyes started to well up with tears because you felt you were going to lose. "Fuck," you muttered, before shaking it off and pushing the clutch and shifting to the 4th gear. You pushed the gas petal to the floor and your car revved loudly, speeding up and passing him. You smiled yo yourself, fading quickly as he suddenly passed you again. You let off the gas once more, hitting the clutch again and shifting to the last gear. You slammed the gear shift forward and slammed the gas petal down again, your car flying towards the end of the track.