18 inch rims, the tires suffer over the wet streets of New York as they grip to the ground in each corner. Brakes, white hot as the circular carbon pieces got gripped by the brake pads, reducing speed, taking out the back of the car mass and sliding into 96th street with ease. Combustion injectors, pistons, valves and intakes, all of them working together to transform the 6.8 L V 8 supercharged engine into pure power. The majestic roaring of the 2013 Camaro ZL1 filling the streets, only dimmed by the loud sirens of the cop cars behind its tail. "Where is Vasily!" Demanded Rob though the comms, acknowledging the Russian man and its car were nowhere to be seen. Cursing between teeth, Rob pushed the throttle harder, avoiding cabs and civilian cars while taking the heat of the cops in its metallic red paint.