<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4c/Burnout-Demi.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Demi Etherson</strong>(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=180776.msg8658716#msg8658716)<br/><strong>Car</strong>: 1991 Mitsubishi 3000GT VR-4 (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/da/Demi-3000GT.jpg)<br/><strong>Appearance</strong>:  Black micro-mini skirt, black converse sneakers, polarized aviator shades, and  black & red racing gloves with matching mid-riff exposing jacket (http://i1251.photobucket.com/albums/hh549/Holodancer/1Burn0ut/9302024567_ecc5ff6f08_b_zpsf9ffd2a1.jpg) - sans top.<br/><strong>Location</strong>: <out on the roads><br/><strong>Tag</strong>:  <racing><br/><hr/><br/><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Heat 4</strong></span></div><br/>The engines roared to life and they all shot off the starting line. It was glorious the sound of tires squealing, the smell of rubber and gas. It became clear to Demi from the start that she had been too easy on the accelerator. She lost it right out from the gate. This car normally had phenomenal traction and acceleration but if you didn't shift right or listen to the engine properly you could lose that advantage pretty quickly - it was more race car then street car and that also meant it was a finicky little pain in the ass sometimes.<br/><br/>Demi let out a curse, got herself refocused and gained some ground. Juliana was in a groove though. She had jumped out early on and was leading the pack. Her lines were tight and it all flowed. Demi got in behind her and pushed hard but had to go wide around a turn and lost her position. Adriano was driving like his pants were on fire. It was a little bit funny to glance over and see his fixed face of concentration as he must have been gunning his car hard. Demi was impressed with how his car glided along but she kept up with him.<br/><br/>Her mind was drifting along and she began to make ground, not really paying attention anymore then as if it was a video game or something.<em>Fuck the breaks - who needs them</em>, she thought.