He looked out his review mirror as he adjusted it. Cracked his knuckles, and then he tightened his gloves. He wiped the bead of sweat dripping from his forehead. He secured his helmet.
He placed his hands back on the steering wheel, grasping it tightly. This was not just a game for him. This would either make or break his career. He looked at the driver to his left, who was intently watching the signal change colour. He looked through his own windshield to see…
Go time. His foot pushed down the accelerator and off he sped.