I started writing a story and I was wondering how it sounds so far. The Thrill of the Ride
Chapter One: Speed is a Virtue
It was a cold night in the dockyard which smelled of fish and salt-
water, no one was there except for us. We were street racers, and there was a lot of us. I lined up at the start and there were three others. I knew them, we have raced before. Im Xander and this is my story. Lena, Paul, and Gear were lined up with me at the start. It was a 2 v 2 race so whoever crossed the line first took the team to victory. I was partnered with Gear and we were against Paul and Lena. I started my engine and revved. I could feel the whole car vibrate through me.

Go time, I took my foot off the gas and drove. My 2018 BMW M4 was modified for drift so I was good through the tight turns in the docks. Toward the end there was a bascule bridge. We had to successfully jump it to finish. I sped up and waited for the perfect moment. NOW, I activated my nitrous oxide and jumped the bridge. Landing on the other side I crossed the finish line. I got out of my car only to see Gear land in front of me. Paul came soon after, but then there was Lena. She activated too early, she wouldn’t make it. I got back in my car and sped toward the bridge.

I jumped and I hit the tail end of Lena's car and whipped her to the finish line. The only problem, I didn’t boost either, I just barely landed on the other side. But I didn’t land right, I started tumbling over and over again until the car came to a halt. I had rolled straight into a shipping container. My car was upside down, and so was I. My leg was stuck under the dash and I couldn’t move it. The smell of gas and nitrous filled the air. Our mechanic, Chuck, came over in his tow truck and helped me get out. But I barely managed to get out.

Chapter Two: A Fresh Start
2 months later, I got back into my car for the first time since the crash. It was quite traumatic, but I got in and started the engine.

Excerpt from 100% - the story of a patriot upton sinclair 10 so peter walked along, with his belt drawn tight, and his restless blue eyes wandering here and there, looking for a place to get a meal. there were jobs to be had, but they were hard jobs, and peter wanted an easy one. there are people in this world who live by their muscles, and others who live by their wits; peter belonged to the latter class; and had missed many a meal rather than descend in the social scale. 11 peter looked into the faces of everyone he passed, searching for a possible opening. some returned his glance, but never for more than a second, for they saw an insignificant looking man, undersized, undernourished, and with one shoulder higher than the other, a weak chin and mouth, crooked teeth, and a brown moustache too feeble to hold itself up at the corners. peters' straw hat had many straws missing, his second-hand brown suit was become third-hand, and his shoes were turning over at the sides. in a city where everybody was "hustling," everybody, as they phrased it, "on the make," why should anyone take a second glance at peter gudge? why should anyone care about the restless soul hidden inside him, or dream that peter was, in his own obscure way, a sort of genius? no one did care; no one did dream. 12 it was about two o'clock of an afternoon in july, and the sun beat down upon the streets of american city. there were crowds upon the streets, and peter noticed that everywhere were flags and bunting. once or twice he heard the strains of distant music, and wondered what was "up." peter had not been reading the newspapers; all his attention bad been taken up by the quarrels of the smithers faction and the lunk faction in the first apostolic church, otherwise known as the holy rollers, and great events that had been happening in the world outside were of no concern to him. peter knew vaguely that on the other side of the world half a dozen mighty nations were locked together in a grip of death; the whole earth was shaken with their struggles, and peter had felt a bit of the trembling now and then. but peter did not know that his own country had anything to do with this european quarrel, and did not know that certain great interests throughout the country had set themselves to rouse the public to action. based on the author's characterization of peter in paragraphs 10, 11, and 12, which word best describes him? a) industrious b) loyal c) patriotic d) poor