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Ray smiled. "Yeah, I suppose it is," he said.

And this time, at least, he got it right.

((OOC: Shall we pause here for the evening?))

((That's fine with me.))

"You're an apt learner," Kitt congratulated on the success, and asked, "Now, can you repeat it?"

Ray chewed on his lip for a moment, then nodded. "Think so. Let's give that another shot, shall we?"

It was easier the second time, though perhaps not as precise. Beginner's luck was not something with which Ray could claim much familiarity. Beginner's terrified nervous tension? That was another story. Having conquered that particular sensation, he could steer more easily now- and breathe more easily, too.

"You're doing better," Kitt encouraged. "Visual cues, more often than not, will be the only sign you have to correct yourself in the place of an accident. Training yourself visually - especially in depth perception - is a very important part of being prepared in driving. That you pick out visual targets is important."

Something he'd noticed Ray doing, too. He was really very appreciative of that.

"Once you have the ninety-degree stop down, we'll work on turning it into a one-eighty."

"I'm used to being divebombed on the way to a bust," Ray confessed. "Gotta keep my eyes open if I don't want something to dive through the windshield and try to eat me. We don't have weaponry for inside the car, so evasion's the only answer- and you can't evade what you don't see coming."

He nodded, resettling his hands on the wheel. "Let's try that again?"

"We have all day and an empty runway, and tires that can't be damaged," said Kitt. "We can do it as often as you need, until you have it down."

Meanwhile, he was gathering statistics on their runs so far. He figured that it would come in handy, perhaps, for Ray to have a hard copy once the day's lessons were through.

"Great," Ray said with considerable enthusiasm, and picked his point out before bringing his foot down onthe pedal again. He'd love the statistics eventually, but right now the possibility was very far from his mind. Better to concentrate on what he was doing and what was around him.

The LEDs of Kitt's spedometer climbed, the numbers displayed, rolling by quickly - the lights climbing their arc along the dash, as RPM was measured to the right. The turbine's counterpoint grew alongside the V8's rumble - a sound that seemed like it meant pure power.

The fuel level hadn't dipped at all.

There was no visible odometer. All the better, or Ray might've been more than surprised at how many miles Kitt had racked up in just under a year. Being on the road constantly tended to do that.

And as a car, the Trans Am was more than responsive to every touch that Ray gave. A nudge to the gas brought the car faster. A tap to the brake and the speed immediately dropped. Just a twitch to the wheel and Kitt swerved. Knight Industries had done a miraculous job with their supercars.

As it stood, the performance gauges Ray could see were an amazing sight. He didn't let himself look at any of them for too long, though- not at this speed, and not with the stop coming up. He could confirm what he'd seen on the tach later, most likely. Right now there was a stop-and-turn to practice- no, more than one, until he got it right. The numbers could occupy a place of prominence in his mind later, when he was in a position to genuinely appreciate them.

With every time Ray performed the stop, Kitt encouraged. He could see a rise in accuracy, a rise in precision, with practice. It wasn't something that was often used (by people other than he and Michael, anyway), but it was better to not need it and know it than be ignorant.

"You are improving," Kitt said. "Soon, I'd like to teach you the one-eighty."

Ray paused to consider this, the image flashing through his head of doing that with Ecto. He could think of a few times when that kind of stop/about face combo would've come in really handy. "Sounds good to me," he said. "Is it much harder than what you've got me doing now?"

"No. It's simply a matter of not depressing the brake pedal so far and turning the wheel a bit more quickly. It's easier done in rear-wheel drive cars. A reverse one-eighty is nearly impossible in a front-wheel drive car, and I'll teach you that, once you've gotten used to reversing at speed." Kitt had already given an example of that - going from at-speed reverse into a one-eighty and then into drive.

"Probably not something I'll be able to pull off in Ecto at all," Ray said, "though I'd still like to learn it. It's just that there are very few streets in New York where a twenty-one-foot-long vehicle would have enough room to maneuver like that. Still- you never know. There's highways and things."

"And it's better to know it if you needed it than be without it," Kitt said. "You should begin by accelerating to speed and, at two-hundred yards, depress the brake - not hard enough to stop as you have been doing, but enough to severely slow. Bring the wheel around as hard as you can, and accelerate when you see you've managed one-hundred eighty degrees. Essentially, it's a fishtail with a purpose."

Ray thought the maneuver over, fingers rippling absently along the edge of the wheel as he laid the procedure out in his mind. "Kind of like a backwards, advanced form of what my driver's ed teacher used to say to do to get out of a skid. Turn the wheel in the direction of the skid to bring the car out of it- but in this case we're trying to follow through with the skid and power it up when we face the direction we want to move in."

"Very similar," Kitt agreed. "Much like a skid, it's easiest when the road is wet, but in such a case, it's harder to control. Here, there shouldn't be a problem with control once you've achieved the skid in the first place."

"All right," Ray said. "I think I've got it straight in my head now. And my marks picked out... Shall we try it?"

There would be no hand-over-hand attempts this time, he was sure of it.

"Of course," said Kitt. Ray still had control. Kitt just gave instruction and collected statistics. And he estimated that Ray had over an eighty percent chance of being at least partially successful on his first attempt, if not wholly so.

It wasn't so much a question of control, so much as it was- to Ray's way of thinking, at least- a matter of manners. No sense just hauling someone's controls around without getting permission first.

At any rate, Ray nodded. He closed his eyes for just a moment, breathed in deeply, then opened his eyes and stepped on the gas. He was concentrating a lot harder this time than he'd done with the initial ninety-degree practice run- mostly because he had no desire to screw up again. At least he was getting used to the forces involved in the acceleration- it would be tricky to stay stable during the turn, though-

Oh. There. The post was coming up. He pulled his foot from the gas and mashed down on the brake, trying to modulate his force as Kitt had said to do even as he threw the wheel hard into its turn.

It was a move Kitt was very used to. When the wheel was turned, the rear skidded beautifully, past ninety and toward one-eighty. The bumper scored the post at the side of the runway, sending up splinters, but Kitt didn't mind. After all, MBS had its uses.

"You'll need to accelerate," Kitt said as the car nearly straightened at the one-eighty mark.

Ray didn't bother answering. That would've taken up too many neurons. His foot came off the brake and down on the gas again, slamming the pedal for all he was worth.

And the car shot off in the direction it had come, and this time, the numbers climbed even faster - over one hundred-- two hundred, in just a matter of a few seconds.

Ray wasn't looking at the speedometer. At least, not straight off. It took him a moment to realize the landscape was seriously blurry.

He looked.

"!"

Maybe it was time to ease off on that gas just a smidge, neh?

As he did, Kitt slowed. He was privately amused.

In front of Ray, the mode dropped from "Pursuit" to "Normal."

"...That likely turned a few heads," Kitt said mildly.

"Yeah... um... yeah." Ray swallowed. "Sorry. Freaked a little bit there. Uh... I'm thinking maybe I shouldn't get so enthusiastic about the accelerator, huh."