Clear the Track
My axles shuddered, and suddenly the grip was entirely mine! No push, no ramp—just raw horsepower waiting to be unleashed. I saw two stiff little figures flanking me like spectators trying to block the pole position. Ha! I gave my rear wheels a quick spin, darted straight ahead across the varnished wood, and clipped right past the black monster figurine's foot. Spot secured, track owned, naturally!