She had encountered plenty of racers in her time, but this? This was just annoying.
The Mustang driver, a woman with short, spiky black hair and an oversized pair of sunglasses, threw her a cocky grin as she pulled up beside her.
Vanessa didn't need to hear what she was saying — her smug expression said it all.
"You think you're fast? Try keeping up with me."
Vanessa narrowed her eyes.
"Oh, it's on."
The announcer's voice crackled over the speakers.
"And just like that, we're heading into the second lap! But look at this! The red Mustang is closing in fast! We've got ourselves a real battle now!"
The first challenge of the second lap came in the form of a brutal series of sharp turns — tighter and faster than anything on the first lap.
If a driver wasn't careful, they'd either overshoot and hit the barriers or slow down too much and lose momentum.
The Mustang driver took the first turn aggressively, nearly clipping Vanessa's front bumper in the process.
Vanessa scowled.
