Have I got a story for you. I was driving home from a late night on the mountain. Flying down the touge, drifting the turns like the DRIFT KING THAT I AM, when suddenly I spotted some headlights in my rearview. They were coming FAST. I clutch-kicked my car around the bend to shake the little challenger off, but I just couldn't lose it. It was sliding right behind me. "Is that an 8-6?", I said to myself. I'M THE NUMBER TWO DRIVER OF THE AKAGI REDSUNS GODDAMNIT. I slow for a turn, but the punchy Corolla... passes me? Doesn't the driver even know this road? After this slow right is a sharp left. There's a ravine on the other side, HE'S GOTTA HIT HIS BRAKES! To my amazement, the 8-6 flicks it's tail from one side of the road to the other, with ease. The pulsing Eurobeat ends, and I am left with the site of the white hatchback leaving me behind.
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