It was a drive home like any other, but in front of me on the final push was an old red Porsche.
There was something captivating about this car, a relic of the past still being kept alive by delicate hands, and the way it sped off, which egged me on to tail it down the winding road as the synthwave music kept blasting on the speakers, illuminating the lights of my Mini.
I felt like I was in a movie scene, chasing that car, that fleeting moment...