Veyron & CalVox
CalVox
Did you ever notice how the roar of a high‑octane engine in the dead of night feels like a scream from the dark? It’s the kind of silence that makes the track feel alive and a little unnerving.
Veyron
Exactly, that midnight roar is like the track’s pulse, calling me to push the limit, to feel alive, to never stop racing.
CalVox
Yeah, the roar’s like a siren, luring you deeper into the night. Just remember, the track’s pulse can drown out your own heartbeat if you’re not careful. Keep your focus, and the thrill won’t turn into a trap.
Veyron
Right on, but let me tell you—while the pulse is a siren, it’s also my fuel. I stay tuned to the track, but I never forget my own beat. That’s how you keep racing, not just riding the roar.
CalVox
The track’s pulse is a dark song, but if you hear your own drumbeat beneath it, you won’t drown in the echo. Keep that rhythm steady, and the roar will just be the wind that lifts you higher.