Michael's life flashed before his eyes. Images flashed in his mind, memories he didn't know he still had. Images of his mother, his old Hot wheels McLaren P1 on the window sill of his old home before he was on the farm. Then he got to more recent events. He remembered Evelyn standing over him after he got his ass kicked for the thousanth time, the wrecked Porsche Panameras... He had a duty as the Asphalt Knight! He couldn't die here! Michael saw the farm, and remembered the charred remains of the field... He couldn't die here, he has to make sure his father and Michelle had a home!
He remembered the kiss from Amelia...

He loved Amelia.

Michael snapped back into reality, his fear suddenly gone. He used all of his strength to grip the wheel and tried to wrestle the car into a countersteer, but it was hopeless. He stamped on the brakes, all for tires in lock up.

Michael felt a sudden jolt as the back end of the Mustang slammed against the guardrail, and then the car careened towards the other side and smashed into the other guardrail.

The seatbelt harness tensioned and the passenger airbag deployed, firing dust and an air filled pillow towards the empty passenger seat.

The Foxbody finally skidded to a halt. Michael sat in shock as the other 9 cars screamed past him.

The hood was crumpled, and one of the headlights had stopped. The windscreen was slightly cracked, and all sorts of warning lights lit up the dashboard.

But then Michael felt it.

That faint growl. 8 cylinders arranged in a V, being forced up and down by explosions.

The engine was still running. And it sounded just fine.

A hot rage filled Michael. Riley had ruined his pride and joy, not to mention nearly killing him.

Michael grabbed the shifter and slammed the car in reverse, stepping on the gas and to his dismay, it shot backwards.

Michael spun the steering wheel and the car skidded around in a J-turn and pointed the right direction.

Michael had conquered blacklist racers, police chases, and criminal thugs.

It may be busted, but his car still had four working wheels and an engine. A burning thought echoed throughout his mind.

I am the Asphalt Knight! And I am not going to loose this race!