[Metal Tsubasa]: 95.Driving (A Racing Story).The First Fight

He gripped the wheel tightly in his fists, as if his life depended on the cars direction... which it possibly did. He looked up at the light and then at the car next to him, it's black, metalic body given a red glow by the overhead lamp, then he turned back to the light.
His car purred as a cat on the hunt, awaiting to release it's full furry at a moments notice. He reved the engine then, causing the front of the car to lift up slightly; it was waiting, waiting for that light to change. His car was pulling for the go as the car next to him did nothing, the driver didn't even acknowledge him. He knew that look before, he had seen it all too many times.
When someone wouldn't notice you, when it was clear that a race was about to comence, it ment that you weren't worth their time. Well, he would make him worth the other's time, he would make himself a name.
Midnight, no one on the roads, but still the light remained red, and he was getting antsy, pushing more and more, attempting to get his opponents attention. This was his time, he would prove his worth.
Then, something caught the corner of his eye, making him turn to look at the light adjacent to the one hanging over him. It was yellow now... and now it was red.
One second, that was all it would take, he knew it, he knew these streets. With a countdown to one, He was off, blazing off down the road with the black monster at his side.
C'mon! his thoughts shouted as he gripped the wheel tighter and tighter, his knuckles now white. C'mon! Show that bastard that you're the fastest!
He shifted a glance to his right, seeing that he and that sleek black creature were running exactly side by side. Nonetheless, the glistenting black blur made no attempt to bypass it's smaller, blue opponent. What was he waiting for? Why wasn't he fighting it? It didn't matter now, the road narrowed into one lane each way just around the turn, which was only about half a mile away, that was when he would make his move, he would win.
The engine roared with anger as the rpm's pushed higher and higher, sounding more and more like a roaring lion. Still, the car at his side made no attempt to pass. The turn was almost there and he pushed just enough to pull ahead. He was a good car length in front when the turn came, but then a black blur came up from behind.
It's engine came to life, as if it's driver had set off a rampet volcano.
The front of the car sprang upward from the power pushing it forward. It was on the inside, it could pull ahead, but he wouldn't give up. They were almost through the turn, he was pulling back into the lead. Both drivers looked at each other for a split second and in that split second, he pulled slightly into the turn and the black blur next to him fishtailed just enough to smack it's oppenent off his track.
With so much speed, the attack sent him spinning into a ditch, where his car flipped three times, landing back on all fours just in time to see the black monster disapear into the darkness.
It's hadn't been his time, he hadn't proved anything. He gripped the steeringwheel tighter now, blood dripping from his forehead onto his white knuckles.