The sun, just below the horizon, cast an orange glow over the east. Somewhere, an alarm clock registered 7:00, and switched itself on.
Jash woke. The blinds were pulled back, letting light into the room through the bay window. He splashed himself with cold water, and then stared into the mirror. A face with messy brown hair and brown eyes stared back. He was 18, and he was involved in a racing society much bigger then people expect.
Wip wip.
The car flashed its lights, orange filling the garage for two moments. The Islander was large and low to the ground, a wide spoiler hanging on to the back,the entire car painted blue with abstract arrows running down it's length. The door opened without any fuss, the car shifting its weight to hold Jash. The door shut with a soft clunk as the garage opened, the morning light revealing a scene of pituresque beauty. The grass shone a vivid green under the gaze of a cloudless sky. Jash lived atop one of the hills, and he could see the terrain slowly falling away in front of him, through occasional forests of pine trees, to the rocks that led to the beach. The water a brilliant blue, it seemed to stretch forever, but for the coast on the horizon. Jash turned his key and was rewarded as the car ticked over, the engine giving a light throb. He drove out to the road, the garage shutting behind him, and found no traffic. Turning onto the road, he pressed the pedal down. The tires spun in place as the back end waggled out as if held by some invisible force, before it let go and tore off down the road, quickly reaching 200 MPH. There were no speed limits here.

15 minutes later, Jash was turning into a different garage. This one was much larger, like a hangar, with aisles of cars either side. Many were Islanders. The were all parked in boxes lengthways, so that pit crews could move around them. Jash pulled up at the next empty one and stepped out, noticing someone hurrying to meet him.
David was his coach. This was Jash's first year in the TMUL League, and he'd picked Everey Racing to drive with.
Jash leaned on the car as David stopped in front of him. "I was worried you weren't going to come for a while there." Jash laughed.
"What, me?" They both crossed over to the other side of the garage where the rest of Jash's team were. They were tending to an islander belonging to Michael, another driver in their team. He'd been doing a practice run when one of the outside tires had split. The black & white car had been in the middle of a banked turn and the split had yanked it into the wall, where it had promptly flipped out, sliding across the ground until it had hit a tree.
The technology was able to make sure nobody ever got hurt, but the cars still suffered damage. The mixture made the racing lots of fun to watch.
Michael was inspecting a large dent in the front grille, but stood up when Jash came near. Jash nodded at him.
"Hi." "Hi. Nice to meet you." "You too." Micheal had been in the racing a year longer than Jash, being 19. He knew the Islanders capabilities best out of everyone in the team.
Jash looked to David. "Is it all right if I take a few practice runs?" David laughed. "Ready to go already, huh? Can't blame you." He led Jash over to the wall, further along from Michael's islander. "This months track is here." He pointed to a 3D map. It had been made out of different pieces, like a toy set. The track started on a long straight, through a left chicane, then out over water, where the track rapidly banked to 45 and then 90 degrees, curling up in a right helix. It straightened out facing back the other way, and then became a small hill, with a ridiculously steep drop to ground level straight after; a jump. The track then put in a long straightaway, for the cars to land on, before disappearing into a tunnel underground. The tunnel quickly became a tube. A left corner, followed by three right ones and then an exit brought it back into the start straight.
Jash looked over it, then returned to his car. "Lets go." The engine ticked over, and he moved onto the grid. The lights switched on, flashing, before turning to a steady red. He pushed the pedal down, the engine emitting a wonderful noise. The lights changed yellow in turn, and then all of them went to green. The tires spun, and the Islander shot off down the track.
David watched him go, then turned back to face Jome, the team's manager. "The kids optimistic, alright." Jome chuckled. "He better be careful out there or his car may gain some nasty paintwork."
"Prolly." David leaned on the wall of the garage, knocking over a pole. He bent down to pick it up. "'Course, without optimism, how will you ever get better?"
"True."
David leaned the pole on the wall again, but it fell the other way and hit something metal with a satisfying ring. He left it there.
Jome walked over to Michael, who had got hold of a jack and was underneath the car banging the panel back into place. The Islander's had a wedge in the front grille, designed to force air into it, and the wedge needed to be perfectly symmetrical or the car would be pulled to one side. At the speeds these cars went, it was likely to hurl you into a wall.
Jome squatted down to look under the car. "What do you think?"
"About what?" Michael glanced at Jome, then returned to his work. "About Jash?"
"Yeah."
Michael grinned. "Who knows? He may win the league."

Jash was pushed down into his seat as the car swung around a 90 banked corner. As it leveled out, the car was launched into the air by the straightening track. A couple of seconds in the air and the car landed again with a screech of tires. Jash adjusted his direction so as to avoid hitting the wall, and then floored the pedal again. Ahead the track moved up in a hill. Jash drove off the ramp up and then the track fell away, dropping 15 metres before it leveled out again. As he free-fell, the car began tilting to the right, resulting in a loud crack and a shower of sparks when the car hit the ground. It flattened out again, the left side landing with a solid wop causing Jash to lose some speed. As soon as he was flat again, he floored the pedal, moving down into the tube tunnel that would bring him back to the start.