You practically jump out the car as it comes to a stop. You shut the door behind you as you plop down on the concrete from how weak your knees felt. panting like you were the one driving the car.

"Oh don't be dramatic." You heard Sonny speak followed by the sound of his own door being shut and his footsteps coming closer to where you sat. You felt his presence from the sun being blocked by his body, his shadow enveloping you as he came to stand in front of you. "I didn't go that fast."

Right. Not at all. You're pretty sure you caught the car going over 150. Or was it 250? You glance back at the track, still feeling a kind of high you never experienced. You can see the tire scratches on the track from... What did he call it? Drifting. Your stomach is tight. You feel sick. But in a good way.