There you are, speeding through the city of Fairhaven, taking corners sideways to the sound of screeching rubber and Dubstep; red and blue lights flashing in your rearview mirror. You pull your handbrake, taking a sharp right turn onto a dirt-track, leaving a trail of dust in your wake. So you push the car to its limits, with the police still hot on your tail, and head towards a natural ramp in the track.
Everything is already a blur, but you need more speed, so you hit the Nitrous Oxide. The sudden burst of acceleration pins you to the back of your seat as you hit the ramp; you take flight and smash through the billboard, containing your friend's smug face. Sparks fly as you land and when you look back you see the police cruisers upturned on the concrete.