"Suit up, kid!" the mechanic barked. "This is your second season, so you know the rules; speed, speed, and more speed."
I chuckled as I slipped my helmet over my head. "Sure thing, Sparky." I climbed into my car, a black and orange high-performance sports car that was reminiscent of a Lamborghini Diablo, but this car would even leave an Indy car in the dust. With a top speed of over seven hundred kp/h, and unlimited top speed on a boost strip, the only resemblance this car bore to an old Lamborghini was superficial. I peered up out of my car as a shadow swept over me.
"Hey, kid," said Phil, professional driver and three time champion of the Circuit.
"Hey, Phil," I replied, a slight smirk on my face. "What's up?"
"Just wanted to wish you good luck, kid," Phil said. "And I wanted to tell you to be careful. Don't get cocky. Good drivers have been killed in these new tracks. The Administration's thinking about pulling these tracks and going back to the originals. They're safer."
I sighed shaking my head. "Neither the drivers or the fans will allow it. They've seen the practice runs…they blow the originals out of the water by miles. Once the Administration sees the fan's reactions to this season, there's no way they'll go back."
"I hope you're right, kid," Phil replied.
"I know it," I replied. I peered out of my car, looking down the track. "It's a beautiful sunrise, isn't it?"
Phil smirked, laughing. "Yeah, kid. See you at the finish line."
"See you at the line, man," I replied. I pulled my car out of the lane and cruised up to the starting line. I revved my engine a few times, smirking as the familiar roar greeted my ears. I looked down at my dashboard, nodding slowly. 'Everything's green,' I thought. 'Time to rock!' I looked back up, watching the lights above the track, waiting for the green. The last car pulled into its place, and the countdown began. '5…4…3…2…1…go!'