I stay defensive of my position, making it difficult for anyone to overtake my car at the turns.
Keep up the pace and mind your turns.” The team principal’s voice carries over the radio in my helmet. “Noah, I want to let you know Liam Zander’s behind you, followed by Jax Kingston and Santiago Alatorre. But I suffer from tunnel vision on the track. Tires skid across the pavement, squeals sounding off behind me from other drivers. I press against the throttle, and my car rushes down the straight road before I pull up to the first turn. Lights shut off to signal the start of the Grand Prix. One by one, red lights illuminate above me, shining off the hood’s glossy red paint.
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