He barely listened to the ping on his comms. All he could focus on was everything else. The wind against his plates, the dirt under his speeding tires as he weaved through any possible flora and bounced on every rock under his treads, the sun that glinted on the windshields.
'Course, Optimus knew better-- he wouldn't be able to best a jet, especially not something as swift as Symphony. However, it was the thought that really helped him, more than anything else. Maybe, if this had been the moment he arrived on the ship, he would've marked it up as done out of pity and nothing more, but this? This helped him so much-- it wasn't even about the race, it was just about a moment of being able to be himself, to do something fun. For just a moment, he finally felt freed from his burdens.
Optimus couldn't recall the last time he felt so excited. Energon pumped through his fuel lines, smoke rising from the smokestacks-- fourth gear, come on, come on--!
The truck was practically shaking as it forced itself to go into higher gears, all to just manage to speed up just enough... to actually reach that finish line-- it moved past Symphony's shadow cast over it, all to reveal that brilliant sheen of the Prime's paintjob.
The moment he hit that finish line, he swerved and did a hard turn, all to do a u-turn and drift right around, the truck nearly teetering onto one side before it landed with a THMP onto its tires again. It was only then did Optimus transform, dusting himself off. While undoubtedly, he did feel a liiittle bit of pride, he still needed to keep in mind-- wasn't faster than a jet. He lightly dusted off his armor plates, optics drifting up a little. While he didn't smile, he did hold himself up with the smallest bit more confidence than before.
" Certainly could have left me in the dust. " Optimus hummed out in reply... though, he didn't sound exactly disappointed.
" Took me by surprise. That was... fun, though. "
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