Ethan followed, rolling his shoulders as he took in the open stretch of road.
There was something exhilarating about having all this space ahead of him, no traffic, no restrictions. Just him, the car, and the road.
"You driven anything this powerful before?" Zack asked, standing beside him.
Ethan smirked. "I’ll figure it out."
Zack laughed. "That’s the spirit."
Ethan slid back into the driver’s seat, adjusting his grip on the wheel. He took a deep breath, letting the anticipation settle in his chest.
Then, with a flick of his wrist, he started the engine.
The deep growl of the turbocharged engine echoed through the air, turning heads.
Ethan pressed the accelerator lightly, feeling the immediate response, the raw power waiting to be unleashed.
Zack clapped his hands together. "Alright, bro. Let’s see what she can do."
Ethan smirked, then tightened his grip.
And then he launched.
The Porsche shot forward like a bullet, the force pressing Ethan back into his seat. The acceleration was instant, no hesitation, no delay — just pure, unfiltered speed.
The world blurred at the edges as he shifted gears, the car gliding effortlessly down the strip.
He hit 60 mph in what felt like the blink of an eye, and the numbers kept climbing. The growl of the engine turned into a roar, a symphony of controlled chaos.
Zack let out a whoop from the passenger seat, gripping the door for support. "Holy shit, this thing moves!"
Ethan grinned, eyes locked on the road. He pushed harder, testing the limits. The car handled like a dream — every turn, every adjustment felt smooth, precise.
At 150 mph, the rush was intoxicating. The wind howled past, the pavement disappearing beneath them in an instant. But even at this speed, Ethan felt in control.
The car wasn’t fighting him — it was responding, working with him, an extension of his own instincts.
Finally, he eased off the accelerator, letting the speed gradually drop as they neared the end of the strip. The Porsche slowed smoothly, coming to a controlled stop near where they had started.
Ethan exhaled, his heart still pounding.
Zack let out a breathless laugh. "Dude. That was insane."
Ethan ran a hand through his hair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Yeah. It was."
Zack shook his head, grinning. "You, my friend, are officially a gearhead now."
Ethan chuckled. "Let’s not get ahead of ourselves."
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Zack ran his hand over the smooth hood of the Porsche, grinning like a kid in a candy store. "Man, this thing is a monster."
Ethan exhaled, still gripping the steering wheel as his pulse settled from the thrill of the last run. The Porsche was undeniably fast, a mechanical beast engineered to perfection.
But as he stared at it, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing.
"Still prefer a bike," he mumbled.
Zack immediately smacked the back of his head. "You absolute dumbass."
Ethan flinched slightly and gave Zack a deadpan look. "What was that for?"
Zack sighed dramatically.
"You just dropped a fortune on this beauty, burned through the strip like a goddamn pro, turned heads all over the city — and you still have the audacity to say you prefer a bike?" He shook his head as if Ethan had just insulted his entire bloodline.
Ethan smirked. "What can I say? There’s something about the freedom of a bike. Wind in your face, the way you lean into turns, the connection between you and the machine — it’s different."
Zack groaned, rubbing his temples. "I swear, you bikers are like a cult. Whatever, man. You know what? I need to feel this thing properly."
He climbed into the passenger seat and buckled in. "Take us for another spin. I wanna see what it’s like from inside the car instead of just watching from the side like a peasant."
Ethan chuckled but didn’t hesitate.
He adjusted his grip on the wheel, rolling his shoulders before shifting gears and pressing down on the accelerator.
The Porsche roared to life again, and in an instant, they were launched forward.
The force pushed Zack back into his seat, and he let out a mix between a laugh and a curse.
"Holy shit — okay, yeah, I see why people go nuts for these cars."
Ethan smirked as he expertly maneuvered the Porsche down the open strip. He could feel the way the tires gripped the pavement, the seamless power transfer from the engine to the wheels.
Every motion, every adjustment felt effortless.
"This thing hugs the road like crazy," Zack remarked, gripping the door handle as Ethan took a sharp turn.
"That’s the aerodynamics and the all-wheel drive at work," Ethan replied, pushing the car even faster down the straightaway. "It’s not just speed — it’s control."
Zack glanced at the speedometer. "Dude, we’re hitting 180!"
Ethan didn’t respond, his focus locked onto the road.
The adrenaline pumped through his veins, but he wasn’t reckless. He knew the limits — both of himself and the car.
And right now, he was dancing right on the edge of them.
The roar of the engine filled the air, and for a moment, everything else disappeared. No business meetings, no deals, no responsibilities. Just the road, the machine, and the thrill of the drive.
As they reached the end of the strip, Ethan smoothly eased off the accelerator and began to slow down. The car responded perfectly, coming to a stop with a grace that was almost unnatural for something so powerful.
Zack let out a deep breath. "Damn. That was intense."
Ethan smirked. "Still think it’s just about looks?"
Zack shook his head. "Nah, man. This thing’s a beast. I totally get why people drop millions on cars like these now."
Ethan exhaled, his heartbeat finally returning to normal. He glanced at Zack, who was still gripping the seat like they were about to take off again.
"So? Satisfied?"
Zack grinned. "Hell yeah. I felt every bit of that power."
Ethan chuckled and tapped the wheel. "Told you."
They sat in comfortable silence for a moment, the hum of the engine filling the space.
Zack stretched his arms and let out a satisfied sigh. "You know, man, with this car and our resort rolling in, we’re about to step into a whole different level."
Ethan nodded, his expression shifting into something more serious. "Yeah. Things are changing fast."
Zack looked over at him, studying his face. "You good with that?"
Ethan was quiet for a moment, staring out at the open road ahead of them. Then, he nodded. "Yeah. I am."
He shifted gears again, and with one last smirk, he pressed down on the accelerator.
"Now let’s go and get my bike back,"