"And sometimes you strap yourself in and pray to whatever god you pray to that I paid closer attention to the fast laps and not the races with the massive, horrible crashes." He revved the engine for a moment, utterly beaming at the sound as it echoed in the garage. "Yeah, I know you want out, let's go." He was easy with the car as he pulled it out of the garage and down the driveway, but as soon as they hit the highway he started easing the speed up little by little. Bryan hadn't been kidding when he said he had excellent car control, masterfully weaving the car from lane to lane avoiding what little traffic there was that time of evening.
It was all coming back to him, the thrill of the speed and the high of doing something still considered naughty. "Holy shit, you're just begging for it aren't you!" he yelled at the car above the noise of the air rushing past them. He kept pushing the speed up, grinning as they hit ninety. He kept it there for a while, knowing the conditions weren't quite right to really open the car up yet. Perhaps he should have been paying some attention to the fella in the passenger seat given the odd feelings from before, but as always with Bryan, he was entirely focused on what he was doing.