"The rear is still loose!" Leo lied, his eyes cold and calm behind the visor. "I can't get the power down!"
He pushed through Sector 2, keeping his pace respectable but not 'inhuman.' He was watching the "Danger Sense" markers. He could see the "Ghost" of his own fastest lap from the pod, a shimmering blue outline that was currently four seconds ahead of his real-world position.
He reached Sector 3, the technical part of the track. This was where the "pros" made their time.
He turned into the hairpin. With the softer front end, the car rotated beautifully. He could have taken the corner perfectly. Instead, he waited until the mid-point and gave the brakes a sharp, unnecessary jab.
The front tires locked. *Screeeech.*
A plume of blue smoke obscured his vision for a second. He ran wide, his front wing inches from the concrete wall. He wrestled the car back onto the line, his heart rate remaining at a steady sixty-five beats per minute while he huffed loudly into the microphone.
