The drive back to the dealership was smooth, the Porsche handling like a dream, but even as Ethan navigated the streets effortlessly, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was missing.
The car was fast — sleek, powerful, everything a person could want. But for him, it lacked the raw connection he felt on his bike.
Zack, riding shotgun, was practically vibrating with excitement, still riding the high from their test run.
"Man, that thing moves!" he laughed, running a hand through his hair. "I'm telling you, you made the right call buying this. Top-tier choice, my guy."
Ethan hummed, pulling into the dealership lot with a smooth turn of the wheel. He let the engine purr for a second before shutting it off. "Yeah, it's solid."
Zack stared at him like he'd grown another head. "Solid? Bro, we just flew through that track like we were in a damn racing movie, and all you can say is solid?"