Pietro's mental vocabulary was significantly stunted by this move, and he made another quick maneuver, sliding between two cars with barely an inch to spare, eyes scanning the road, planing moves well in advance, though he had scarcely more than a second to consider.
Did this fucking thing not go any faster?!?
He glanced back, twisting abruptly to avoid slamming into a minivan, gritting his teeth and swearing. This wasn't the stress reliever he'd been hoping for.