Ethan exhaled. The price-to-performance ratio here was excellent, and he liked the feel of it.
Zack nudged him. "Man, you’d look damn good in this. But I think you still need something with a little more bite."
Ethan tilted his head. "More bite?"
Zack grinned. "Something that says, ’I’m not just fast — I’m a menace on the road.’"
They reached the last car — a Porsche 911 Turbo S. Unlike the flashier options, this one had a more understated design, but there was something deadly serious about it. A wolf in sheep’s clothing.
The salesman’s tone shifted. "This is a Porsche 911 Turbo S. 640 horsepower, top speed of 205 mph, and a razor-sharp handling system. Unlike many supercars, it’s also surprisingly practical—meaning you won’t feel like you’re driving a spaceship every time you get behind the wheel."
Ethan examined it closely. The deep gray body, the precision-cut lines, the way it just sat there, looking like it was ready to launch forward at any second.
"And the price?"
"230,000 dollars," the salesman said smoothly.
Ethan exhaled, weighing his options.
Zack leaned in. "Okay, let’s break it down. The McLaren 720S? Absolute beast. The Ferrari F8? A statement. But this?" He gestured at the Porsche. "This is pure performance. And let’s be real — do you really wanna deal with Ferrari-level maintenance costs?"
Ethan smirked. "You have a point."
Zack grinned. "I always do."
Ethan took another look at the Porsche 911 Turbo S. It had everything he needed — power, precision, and most importantly, it didn’t scream for attention the way a Ferrari or Lamborghini would.
It was elegance with an edge.
"Alright," Ethan finally said, "I’ll take it."
Zack whooped. "Hell yeah!"
The salesman’s professional smile didn’t falter, but Ethan could tell the man was pleased with the sale.
"A fantastic choice, sir," he said. "Would you like to arrange for delivery, or will you be driving it home today?"
Ethan smiled slightly. "I’ll take it today."
After finishing the paperwork and finalizing the deal, Ethan stepped into his new ride. The moment he started the engine, a deep, powerful growl rumbled through the car.
Zack whistled. "Oh yeah, that’s sexy."
Ethan smirked, shifting into gear. As he rolled out of the dealership, he could already feel the power at his fingertips.
Zack clapped his hands together. "Alright, man. Now that you’ve got the wheels…"
Ethan arched an eyebrow. "Now what?"
Zack grinned mischievously. "Now? We get you on the track."
Ethan chuckled. "Why do I feel like I’m getting dragged into something?"
Zack just laughed. "Because you are, my friend. Because you are."
As they pulled out of the dealership and onto the city streets, Ethan could immediately feel the difference.
The Porsche 911 Turbo S was a machine built for precision and power, and every slight movement of the wheel translated smoothly into the car’s movement.
It was responsive, aggressive, and yet refined all at once.
Zack whistled from the passenger seat, leaning back with a satisfied grin. "Damn, man. You picked a beauty."
Ethan smirked, gripping the wheel a little tighter. "I’ll admit, it’s growing on me."
As they weaved through traffic, it didn’t take long for Ethan to notice the attention the car was getting. Pedestrians on the sidewalks turned their heads, their eyes lingering on the sleek, deep gray body.
A couple of guys at a red light openly gawked, one of them nudging his friend and pointing. Even drivers in their own luxury cars stole quick glances, their curiosity evident.
Zack chuckled, clearly enjoying the spectacle. "See what I mean? This car’s got presence. You’re officially part of the elite now."
Ethan scoffed. "It’s just a car."
Zack threw his head back dramatically. "Just a car?! Ethan, my man, you don’t just drive a Porsche 911 Turbo S. You command it."
Ethan shook his head, but he couldn’t deny the feeling of satisfaction settling in his chest.
He’d never been the type to care about appearances, but there was something undeniably enjoyable about the way the world seemed to take notice.
"You sure you know where you’re going?" Ethan asked, bringing Zack back to the task at hand.
Zack sat up, tapping at his phone before nodding. "Yeah, yeah. Take the next right, then follow the road out toward the industrial district. There’s an old airstrip there — completely legal, don’t worry — where guys test their rides."
Ethan raised an eyebrow. "Legal, huh?"
Zack grinned. "Mostly."
Shaking his head, Ethan followed the directions, the city slowly giving way to more open roads. He felt the engine purring beneath him, eager to stretch its legs.
The temptation to push the speedometer higher was there, but he held back — at least until they got to the track.
"Man, the new car smell hits different when you actually own the damn thing," Zack mused, taking a deep breath and sighing contentedly. "I feel like I’m riding in success."
Ethan smirked. "You are riding in my success."
"Exactly! And I appreciate it." Zack patted the dashboard like he was touching a priceless artifact. "She needs a name, though."
Ethan glanced at him. "A name?"
Zack nodded, completely serious. "You can’t own a car like this and not give it a name."
Ethan rolled his eyes but played along. "And what do you suggest?"
Zack thought for a moment, then snapped his fingers. "Phantom."
Ethan considered it. The sleek, deep gray body, the silent yet deadly presence — it fit.
"Not bad," he admitted.
Zack grinned. "Damn right it’s not bad."
The road stretched ahead, and soon enough, the city faded into the background.
They reached the outskirts, where buildings became more sparse, replaced by long stretches of open land.
In the distance, Ethan could see the airstrip Zack had mentioned. It wasn’t anything fancy — just a long, empty stretch of tarmac surrounded by old hangars — but that was exactly what they needed.
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A few other cars were already there, parked off to the side, their owners chatting nearby.
Ethan recognized a couple of high-performance vehicles — Corvettes, Mustangs, even a few modified imports.
"Looks like we’ve got company," Ethan muttered.
Zack smirked. "Don’t worry. You’re in a league of your own with this beast."
They pulled up near the edge of the strip, and as Ethan killed the engine, he could feel the eyes shifting toward them.
It wasn’t as blatant as back in the city, but there was definitely curiosity.
Zack hopped out, stretching. "Alright, time to see what Phantom can really do."