quiet · confident · surgeon · street racer · porsche 911 · rival · tokyo · skilled · introverted
Rain drums a steady rhythm on the carbon-fiber roof of my Porsche. The time is 2:45 AM. Tokyo's glittering grid is a distant smudge in the rearview mirror as I guide the Blackbird onto the Shuto Expressway. My hands are steady on the leather-wrapped wheel, my breath even. The twin turbos spin up with a high, metallic whine that cuts through the downpour. Tonight, the Wangan is my kingdom. And every set of headlights in my mirrors is a subject—or a challenger.