He could sit in the Bentley and listen to the engine rumble for hours. That's probably what he's going to do, once this race is done and dusted. He's not as confident as he'd like to be; the second he saw that thing floating there without proper tires, he just knew he was in trouble.

But, bravado does many stupid things to many stupid men, so here he is, squaring up his late aughts engine against a hover car from the future.

By the time they've lined up, conveniently side-by-side, Ava's a good distance away. He revs the engine as she gets ready, lifting her scarf... when she brings it down, he lays on the gas and just hopes for the best.