racergirl

Dialogue from 2 FAST 2 FURIOUS

"Find two, so we don't have to roll with skirt here."

Christ, she was tired of this bullshit. Heard the rest of the crowd murmuring behind her and sneered out, "Idiota," knowing it was a weak reply and knowing O.J. didn't deserve any more of her effort.

One day, Suki told herself, she and her crew and every skirt racer they'd come in contact with, and every skirt racer they hadn't... they'd win enough races, kick enough ass, and nobody else would have to put up with O.J. and his shit. Not ever again.

"The great art of life is sensation, to feel that we exist, even in pain." -- Lord Byron

Some of her girls had asked her before why she drove a convertible. Friction, drag, air movement... she'd be more efficient with a closed roof.

Suki didn't race for efficiency.

The wind tangled her hair, chapped her mouth, sliced through her lungs, and she punched her NOS to get her car clear of the bridge, yelled joy and freedom at the world when her wheels touched nothing but air.

Suki didn't hate people. She didn't think it was worth the time, or the energy -- it was better to just beat them.

That didn't mean she forgot.

O.J. thought he was bad. He was only aggravating, a reminder of why Suki raced the way she did, of everything she hated in the system.

Suki's first car had been a gift from her mother, on her sixteenth birthday. She'd gone racing that night, wild and laughing and feeling free, driving in the quick, graceful style she had learned from her mother, and she had won. She didn't regret that, even when John was in her face, spitting and snarling and hating that he'd lost.

He hadn't had the guts to take her on in a race again, but he'd slashed her tires at school the next day. It had taken her three months to get the money to replace them, and even that was only so fast because she'd borrowed some from her mother.

Suki paid it back with the next race she won, and John's girlfriend had kissed her after