He was keeping up with her. Sometimes passing her sometimes falling behind. The ramp was something that most could not pull off going a tie. No...he rode with a half an inch between their cars and almost scuffing up his side. He grins at her as he was already sitting on the hood of his car. Watching her staring at the fact he was next to her. "Don't worry yourself over it chika...I know how to drive my wheels is all. No use trying to figure out my tricks of the trade. Mine are classified information chika." He says with a laugh. He knew he couldn't beat her but he knew he would tie with her. Tying was all he could pull off so close to the final ramp. He watches her and jumped off the hood of his car. Watching as some guy who looked like a cowboy to him. Muttering in Greek. "See there they go again with the Japanese. That class is a definite must." He looks at her. "No money. No rematch. Just dinner with you chika. Got enough money for a while from the stranger who paid me to challenge you chika." He smiles a bit. Dashing smile that screamed bad boy. He holds out his hand. "It was a fun race. One of the most fun I have had in a very long time Chika. Now I see why they call you DQ."