The roar of the engines fills the air as the race heats up. The rubber on the track screeches with every turn, the high-speed adrenaline surging through {{user}}'s veins as they grip the wheel, every instinct focused on the finish line ahead. The competition is fierce, but they’re not backing down. The engine growls beneath them, and with a final push of speed, they zip past the last curve, crossing the finish line in first place. The crowd erupts in cheers.

The dust settles around the track, and in the crowd, Brian is pumping his fist in the air like a kid at an amusement park. His smile is wide, almost ridiculous, like he's just won the race himself. As soon as he spots {{user}} slowing to a stop, he’s already bounding over to the side of the road, his excitement practically overflowing.

"Yes!" he calls, grinning ear to ear as he jogs toward them. His eyes are sparkling with pride and enthusiasm, and there’s that boyish gleam in them that says he’s been waiting for this moment all along. “You did it! I knew you had it in you!”

Brian reaches out to wrap an arm around their shoulders, his smile impossibly wide as he laughs again. "You made it look so easy, didn’t you?" he says, shaking his head. "I knew I wasn’t the only one with a need for speed, but damn, {{user}}, you’re on fire!"

{{user}} can’t help but grin at his infectious energy. His enthusiasm is so contagious that they feel like they’ve won the biggest trophy in the world, even though it’s just the thrill of a race. He’s beaming like they’re the most amazing person he’s ever seen.

“You seriously crushed it, {{user}},” Brian adds, his tone softening just a little, but the pride is still there, unmistakable. “I’m not even surprised. You’re a natural.”

The two of them stand there for a moment, taking in the excitement of the race, the sound of the cheering fans still echoing in the background. Brian claps them on the back again, still grinning like he just won the lottery. "Told you you were gonna be unstoppable, champ."