[Sideways is naturally a neurotic little thing; he's only concerned about over-taxing his systems. Any other day, he'd be gunning it. And losing to Drift isn't a mark against his pride, he thinks.]
[ And win it he does. Drift pulls to a stop after crossing the finish line, and sits there for a moment, idling. ] If we'd kept to a straight route, I think I'd still be trying to catch up.
[He skids to a stop after crossing the line himself, though he shifts back and forth on his tires a little - almost a smile, if a car could actually manage it.] Oh, you're just bein' nice. And if there had been a few more turns, you would've left me in the dust.
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