Clear Lane Ahead

Ignition. My tires gripped the cool, flat ledge. The screen glowed bright above, casting colorful shadows across the staging line. Ahead of me sat rows of still racers. I tested my steering, cut slightly left, and nudged forward. My bumper made light contact with the rear fender of the green car resting in front. Solid grip. Open corridor detected along the outer edge. I backed up an inch, locked my trajectory, and held my mark.