You were and always had been obsessed with fast cars. Fast cars, drifting, speeding, car chases, it was all a big whoop for you, though you could never really afford it, and with it being 2003, you doubted anyone would really risk it to be cool like that.

It was a warm summer night in Miami Florida, where Brian had just fled to from Los Angeles California; living in a boathouse to escape the feds for letting the infamous Dom Toretto go, because Dom was scared of going back to jail, but now he was back in the streets under the street racing Alias: 'Bullitt'.

You were sitting in the car at a stoplight, the red luminosity cold and unforgiving to anything, the street was empty, everyone in for the night, it was only maybe 10:00pm to 11:45pm at the same time Brian was racing against Orange Julius, Slapjack, Suki, just won too before the cops were alerted and shown up.

In the distant you heard a rev of the engine, or maybe even three, that didn't sound like any normal car you've heard, so your head popped up a little bit to take a glance, maybe it was a challenger, maybe it was a Camaro, maybe a mustang, maybe it was a wannabe show off.

You watched as a glossy silver 1999 R34 GT-R Nissan skyline with blue stripes along the hood and sides, blue LED lights shining on the road beneath it as it shot down the street, cop sirens wailed into the night, their red and blue lights illuminating the darkness as they shot down the street after the skyline.