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"Sure thing." Dan replied quickly to Caitlyn lifting up her heavy bags and hauling them in to the trunk of his car. He always one to help the ladies in any time of need and you wouldn't have to ask twice before he would help.

"Wow. Someone packs light." He chuckled to himself as he shut the boot lid walking round to the drivers side where he opened his door and sat down on one of the finely crafted seats that his Grandfather had once spent so much time over stitching it by hand.

"Fine. Have your race, but if ya' think I'm risking my car over a race you got another thing coming." Dan replied in a hostile way with a small scowl on his face. Not that Dan was against racing all together, the idea of potentially getting caught speeding or crashing into someone was not something that he found exactly inviting and he reckoned that if he could just cruise most of the way he'd save a lot of aggravation.