A bright yellow Porsche 911 Carrera RS 2.7 came in sight. The car was 300-meters before the pedestrian bridge and running at, at least, 120 kph. “Hey! Outta sight! It’s a ‘Nana-san (73) Carrera!” Someone shouted at the right-hand side of Niko. The Carrera was “Nana-san” because it was 1973-launching. It hadn’t been only Niko on the bridge.
The speaker behind the voice was one of the three middle school kids that came here every Saturday on bicycles. They were galleries coming to watch crazy drivings on the public streets.
The Porsche downshifted and slowed down, fiercely. The downshift were three-times. and each time, the front of the Porsche subducted towards the ground.
One of the middle school kids said, “Shit! No-dice! Shifted down to 1st gear!” and he broke down and bent his head. Although kids, they knew much about cars.
The Porsche that slowed down to about 20 kph came to the crossing beneath the pedestrian bridge. At the same moment, the driver jerked the wheel rightward, and Niko and also the kids lifted their feet from the ground and leaned over the handrail to watch the scene.
The Porsche that swerved into the right let its rear tire drift to the left. Little by little and on and off, the engine noise blew up. The instant the noise stopped, the midnight air trembled because of the shock of the huge duty put on the engine. The drift of the rear tire was still going on, but weakened, and the Porsche U-turned within the crossing, beautifully, describing a radius 20-meter arc. When it turned around 180-degrees since it came to the crossing, the drift ended. The car went back the road it came like it got off it’s knees.
The kids hurled strange noises and cheers to the back of the Porsche and whistled. Niko sighed like he was relieved.