Marc lost. The radiator is steaming. It’s starting to snow. It’s the best night of his life and he doesn’t know it yet.
Sunrise over the city. Marc sits on the bumper and rehearses an excuse to the skyline.
A matte black RX-7 rolls up. The window comes down two inches. Soleil:
La semaine prochaine.
(Next week.) The window goes back up.Poutine rides shotgun for the first time. Not in the Barracuda.
Post-credits: a comment on a car forum from user CrownJewel_QC.
Barracuda took a decent line through the bend. Illegal, obviously.