Angel easily navigated the perilous turns and narrow alleyways. There was an extra bit of danger added to her involvement in the race, she had never driven this car before, and it's obnoxious color flashing in gaps between buildings screamed arrest me! to any wandering do-gooder's eye. She wasn't considering that, however, and easily- if somewhat manically- navigated the treacherous urban track, clipping three trashcans and crippling a dog that was promptly splattered against the pavement as Wes' car careened over it behind her. She let out a holler of victory as she saw the telltale skid of Marijuana's tires and took advantage of his moment of weakness to surge ahead of him.