Kavinsky took a breath. "It's the freedom." It was an immediate answer, no need to think about it. The month he'd been without his car had been the last straw that'd pushed him to make sure it never happened again. That month had dragged, and riding with his friends hadn't been the same, though Proko had let him drive his car now and then, and that had at least taken the edge off. "The sound of the engine, the lines of the body..." He sighed, fond and...a little bit of something else. Thinking about cars being aesthetically pleasing reminded him of every fantasy he'd ever had about pressing Ronan up against his Mitsubishi.

"And the speed, the adrenaline," he continued, corralling his thoughts. "Racing's about the only fun thing to do besides partying, back home." But racing, or even just driving, settled his mood in a wildly different way than partying. They both made him feel alive, but parties and everything they involved were more of a distraction. Racing was...peace, in a way.

Laughing, he made no attempt no keep pace--he could probably be paid to run, but nothing short of some sort of reward (or emergency) would motivate him otherwise--but he did lower himself into a swing seat next to Ash. "The best part of any park, right?" He hadn't really had a whole lot of opportunities to appreciate swing sets while growing up, but he was a firm believer that you were never too old for something like this.