High noon. He pulls up to the light, glances left. She smiles coyly, looks away. Her eyes are hidden by shades, but her engine’s growl speaks volumes.

The light turns. She’s gone like greased lightning, maneuvering as if she were born with a stick in hand. He tries to keep up but can’t handle the curves.

The devilish twinkle of another red light. Rolling down the window, he tries to play it cool: “Sweetheart, you really know how to rev an engine.”

“ProFormance Racing School,” she shrugs. “They teach you how to work the streets like a pro.”

“How about a private lesson?” he says, with a bravado he doesn’t feel.

“Sorry,” she says, tossing her head. “But sign up yourself. Classes are small, taught by professional race car drivers, and are all about getting to know your wheels. After a one-day beginner’s clinic, you’ll be able to make your baby purr.”

The light switches. He’s left behind in a cloud of dust.

Knowing for certain she’ll never be his rear view.

ProFormance Racing School, Pacific Raceways, 31001 144th Avenue SE, Kent (253-630-5130 or proformanceracingschool.com).