The race is on

Jim is literally pumping adrenalin. He's been stuck behind Katie for the last kilometer. Mounttown Road is a bastard when it comes to overtaking opportunities. Worse than Monaco. He knows that his only chance is outside McCormack's pub, where the footpath is just a tiny bit wider. After that, he's fucked and he knows that he is going to lose the will to live if he stays stuck behind Katie and her 1.3 km/h average speed, until the big crossroads at Honeypark. 
He is revving like mad, firing on all cylinders, dying to overtake the silly old bat. 
Life is too short for that carry-on.