[BinasiDombrs]

As he shifted into high gear, he saw the corner ahead. It never occurred to him to be anything more than the driver, the racer, the experienced professional. Yet right now, he felt on his game, and almost felt one with the road, the car and its surroundings. With the sun high into the sky, and the trees flying by him, he was on top of his game for sure. His music played like an afterthought - it was the least of his concerns. However, of the few notes he could make out above the roar of the engine, it was applicable for the moment. The tropics were a great place to be, but it was even better in a high performance sports car.

He shifted down, and braked for the approaching apex. It was starting to become a habit: clutch in, shift down, clutch out, hold the brake, clutch in, shift up, feather the throttle, and power through the corner. The roadster was heavy, but with the prestigious amount of torque its heavy V12 produced, all its wheels spun while coming out of the corner. He could feel the all-wheel drive torsion through the metal and the car squat as it pushed itself closer to the pavement. With every downshift, the exhaust would crackle and spit, sounding like a loud gunshot. No- one around seemed to care though, what with the sun splashing off the bright white paint of the car, making it shine like a part of the ocean itself. The smell of fine Italian leather perforated the cabin, making every breath evermore enjoyable. The palm trees flew by him much faster than he was ready for, but with his focus on the road ahead, his attention was apparent on staying between the white lines. Down here in south Miami, road police were scarce, let alone patrolling. As he whizzed by each and every other piece of traffic down the road, he felt their eyes focus on his speed, his zone, his car. Who knows what they wanted? Maybe the car? Maybe the mystique? It didn’t matter. They were long gone before he could even engage the thought.

He reached a red light, and he shifted down. The mysterious driver at the light was driving a nice light blue coupe of the same marque. He revved his engine, and stuck his index finger out the partially open tinted window, twirling it before pointing a few miles ahead to the road’s curve. The mysterious driver revved once more, and when the light changed, his tires lit, and he was off. The driver could see the point he was trying to make, and quickly jumped on his own throttle, and shifted up as the engine approached redline. The feeling was sublime, almost useless, but it was well worth it. The feeling seemed endless, and with every pass of slower traffic, it felt more and more like slow motion. The mysterious driver was caught behind some sort of van, and had clearly lost the race. The driver drove into a parking lot and waited for the mysterious driver to show up and show himself. He shut off his engine, and watched out for the blue coupe. It approached the parking lot, and pulled in slowly, with the engine humming within its sensual form. It shut off, and the drivers door opened. Out stepped a heel. The driver’s heart skipped a beat as he watched a tall, thin and beautiful woman step out of the blue coupe. She sauntered towards him, straddling her keys between her long slender fingers that he had not noticed before. As his eyes viewed her whole body, up and down, he caught her eyes, which were a bright blue, just like her little car. She was smiling, and had a step of confidence. He opened his door, which rose vertically with a quiet “whoosh”. He stepped out, and rose towards her curvaceous form, as she stood right outside of his car. He asked her how losing felt... teasing her with his loose and trivial wit.

“I don’t call it losing when the main goal was to meet you in the end” she replied.

He felt a strong urge to say something... but he couldn’t find the words. She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a folded piece of paper. She walked back to her car, looking behind her just before she sat down to get in. He smiled, his emotions kicking in, and he felt himself starting to shake. He was like a child again. What he had thought couldn’t get any more perfect just got perfected. She drove away, the whine of her car’s engine rippling the air around him, causing goose bumps to rise on his skin. He opened the piece of paper, and on it was a phone number, and a name: Neera.

He put it in his pocket, got in his car, and started it up. He brought down his door, and sat back. He felt good, maybe too good. A chance for today? Maybe. A chance for tomorrow? Absolutely. The driver made one more final mirror check, and saw his eyes in his mirror. He was a lucky guy.

The driver then shifted into a lower gear, and began his long journey into nothingness.

[Siliespiriulk]

Cool! In the second paragraph, you used prestigious but did you mean prodigious? What are you going to do with this? Develop it into a story for submission to a magazine? Why not? Full speed ahead.

[Shiplyopidomi]

You seem to have your finger in many pies Steve.. drawing bodykits, writing, womanising

Lol, seriously though, cool story mate.

[BinasiDombrs]

I'm afraid my womanizing days are over. I've settled down with someone.

As for the story, is there any improvments you could recommend?

[BEyng6hj]

Hey my friend, wha happened to your story?????? Would love to hear how it ends!

[BEyng6hj]

Wow man that is one hell of an interesting story! It immediately reminded me of this story i once read on BMW's official website......that was a really long time ago so i cant remember how i got to the story but i do remember that it was for an ad campaign for the M3 (i think) and was called 'Cool Flame'. Something about a detective and cars and babes and miami.
Anyway your story is so beautifully vivid and detailed that for a moment i felt as if i was seeing through the eyes of that lucky driver. About improvements.........well there are none i can think of, its such a cool story.............but yeah, there's a small correction you may want to make. In the last part when you said , "She reached into her pocket, and pulled out a folded piece of paper. She walked back to her car, looking behind her just before she sat down to get in." I think you should have added, "and she put the paper on the hood of his white car..... " which makes it complete IMO as there is no direct reference of the woman giving the paper to the guy after taking it out of her pocket. Well, its just a suggestion.
One question - correct me if im wrong, but is the guy's car a Lamborghini Murcielago LP640 Roadster? And the girl's car a Gallardo Spyder??