it's later and they're driving home. sprittle stares out the window, mumbling, identifying make, model, and engines of passing cars.
speed and trixie lie with seats all the way back,
speed grips his steering wheel like it was the handle of a weapon.
speed revs his engine, a bomb ready to blow.
speed does, just as billy's car plows through, passing under him.
speed screams as loud as he can strangling the steering wheel as he rockets through a series of familiar with curves.
speed suddenly feels the weight of everything that has brought him. to this point. he. sees images and hears voices, flashing through his head, as though at his own death. the montage finishes with the image of speed as a ten year old boy, drawing pictures of race cars, making all the noises, lost in a dreamworld that has become reality. he sees the finish line and makes his move. the gray ghost sees it coming first.