Analise rubbed her finger along the picture of Alani sitting in her dashboard. A sad smile crawled along her face as she put her hand on her black steering wheel. She revved her engine and put her other hand on her gearstick as the announcer shouted 'get set.' The second put his arms down for the racers to go, Analise pressed her foot through the gas.
Most of Analise's cars were stick shift. If they weren't, she made them stick shift because she felt more comfortable racing in a manual car versus an automatic. However, since moving to Texas, Analise learned to find the beauty in both when since they hosted races for both types of cars. Some races were for only manual cars, some were for automatics only, and occasionally they'd do a mix. Analise loved to attend all to show off her skills and talent.
The race scene in Houston was different compared to the one back in Bryxton. While Bryxton ran on street racing, many people in Houston weren't fond of it-especially the cops. Most of the races were held late at night in locations where people knew they wouldn't get caught. The rebellious nature of the races added to the adrenaline rush Analise had, but she'd forever miss racing on actual tracks without worrying about the cops.
With her eyes set ahead of her, Analise pressed harder on the gas. She hadn't bothered to look at the speedometer because by the way everything flew by, she knew she was going at least 115MPH. Instead of focusing on her speed, she checked her rear view mirror to see where the other four racers were. Surely enough, she had a strong lead on them. If she was able to manage her speed safely on the makeshift track, she'd be sure to win.
Tonight's race was on an abandoned airstrip. A lot of the races were hosted here since it was the safest option as far as cops and not causing accidents with regular cars. Most of the officers knew what went on here, but as long as it wasn't on the streets, they left them alone.
As Analise rounded the curve that would take her back down to the finish line, her phone rung loudly through the CarPlay. The slight distraction of the sound and her pressing the decline button on her steering wheel allowed the second place racer to get right next to Analise. She cursed to herself as she looked at the tinted windows of the car beside her. Her focus shifted to her speedometer, looking at the 125MPH lit up on her dashboard.
