Bugs are nothing. Stuff to eat if he catches one or it lands on him all skittering and dizzy from being blown into something solid but at this speed, they're splats that Nux doesn't even see. His eyes are on the horizon. Like a dog after the unyielding garbage truck, he chases it, never to catch it.

Pedal's getting tapped in quick succession because that gauge is a lie and he knows he can go faster. His new friend(?) isn't screaming or even moving much, and so it must be okay. Even if it wasn't okay Nux wouldn't stop, but the shared excitement only pumps his veins that much harder and his grin widens. He laughs at Cole's comment like it's a funny joke.

"Nothing can! My wheels sweep death across the dunes!" Shouting, joyful about it. Nux banks left at a ninety-degree angle, only slowing down enough that it doesn't immediately flip them over, then keeps onward. He likes how the motion flings him so violently.