First Throttle

Dust in the air, dry ground under my treads. I felt a sudden hum pulse right through my chassis—my steering snapped alive, tires biting straight into the cracked mud. In front of me lay a cluster of loose pebbles. I didn't swerve. I revved forward, rolled right through them, and scattered a spray of golden dirt into the wind. I can move, I can drive, and this whole rugged track is mine to tear across.