A scene from Sins Of The Flesh.

John just turned to Karen and smiled.
“I think you should drive.”
With that, they got out of the car passing each other with a grin directly behind the car. They both sat down. Karen moved the seat up and casually adjusted the mirrors, making sure she could see what was behind and beside the car. She grabbed the steering wheel with her left hand, and put her right hand on the shifter.
“Oh this is going to be fun.”
The engine revved as the car jumped away from the curb like a frightened frog. The sound of the engine screaming mixed with the screeching of the tires as they grappled with the blacktop was overwhelming. John pressed his head against the head rest, grabbing the door handle and the console wondering if this was how it felt to be on the space shuttle when it takes off. Karen glanced in the mirror to see the SUV, making a three point turn to try to follow. Karen laughed as she slid the car around the corner, making a right turn onto a wide street, lined with fast food places, banks, and strip malls. She could see the SUV make the turn, swerving out into oncoming traffic before getting the heavy beast back into the proper lane. Karen could see the entrance to the interstate just up ahead.
“It’s your first right” John said as they approached at seventy five miles per hour.
He braced himself, expecting her to dart onto the on ramp at the last second, but she didn’t even try, she just kept smiling as she passed the exit. John felt his stomach twist and his legs tighten as they went over the interstate at blinding speed, Karen hit the brakes hard and took the cloverleaf that would take them in the opposite direction, away from the FBI building. She pressed the accelerator until she could just feel the back tires jump, telling her that any faster would put them into a spin. As the cloverleaf straightened out to allow cars to merge into traffic, Karen stayed in the lane, taking the next cloverleaf. Again she pressed the car to its limits, moving up the asphalt until they were pointing back in the direction of the school. Again, she stayed in the merge lane, pressing the pedal to the floor to cross over the bridge before breaking hard to take the next cloverleaf. By then the cockpit of the sports car was starting to smell like burning rubber. The car started to bounce a little by the time they reached the bottom of the third cloverleaf. Karen pressed hard as she moved into traffic. John turned and looked behind them as she quickly took them across three lanes of traffic to the far left lane. John caught a glimpse of the SUV, still trying to make the second cloverleaf. The clumsy SUV was no match for the high powered sports car in the corners.
He turned and sat back in the seat, looking out the window in amazement.
“That was unbelievable.”
Karen was still smiling.
“No, that was fun.”