07-04-2017, 01:24 AM
The next morning, she ate a breakfast of sushi and she took one last bathroom break. She was dressed up in her green jumpsuit and a helmet was fastened onto her head. Her car was already transported to the track while she was still sleeping.
She and the other racers were riding the tram to the front lines, where their vehicles were lined up.
Izzy was lead by a crew to her car, which was placed far in the back of the pack. She wasn’t shocked, considering everything, she would have been more surprised if she wasn’t in the tail end. As the crew slid her into the solo seat and fastened her in, she watched the crazy homeless man, in dirty clothes in the slot up ahead of her, making revving noises with his mouth while pretending to steer the cardboard box he was seated in.
She saw the camera droids whirred into life and she saw the screens flicker on, displaying small clips of each racer. It was now she noticed the people in the stands, sitting in rows in columns. She couldn’t make out the details, but she could tell that there were at least a thousand of them, watching. She had performed many times to the crowd, concerts and the like, but she could never get used to being viewed by that many people at once. She could feel the ever growing lump in her throat.
Well, at least she knew they were in for one hell of a show.
She nearly jumped out of her suit when her engine abruptly started. As her heartbeat raced, she felt kind of stupid, she had experienced this a hundred times in the simulators. She excused her jumpiness on account of her nerves.
The voice of the host run through her onboard speaker system.
“On my count, racers!”
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, she grasped the wheel. She felt like she was leaving indentations into the leather.
“3!”
Her heart was pounding out of her chest, she tried to swallow, but her throat was dry.
“2!”
She took a large breath, then refocused on the track.
“1!”
She veered her wheel to the left.
“Go!”
All the cars launched forward in an instant, jumping immediately to 200 mph, but then they immediately hit the breaks. The cars in first to fifth place all tried to attack each other at once, creating an immediate five car pile up in the middle of the road, creating an obstruction in the track. Some hit the pile up straight on, joining in the already large mess.
However, Isabelle was hoping this would happen. She took off already aiming for the leftmost side of the track. She barely made it passed one of the downed cars as she zipped by. Heart Candy was quick to see what she was doing and took off after her, barely squeezing through the tiny space as well.
The third car to try this wasn’t so lucky, he scraped against the wall which span him around, wedging his car between the barrier and the other downed car.
As the road crew rushed to clear the obstruction, Isabelle was already off, holding first place. Only time would tell if she could keep it.
She and the other racers were riding the tram to the front lines, where their vehicles were lined up.
Izzy was lead by a crew to her car, which was placed far in the back of the pack. She wasn’t shocked, considering everything, she would have been more surprised if she wasn’t in the tail end. As the crew slid her into the solo seat and fastened her in, she watched the crazy homeless man, in dirty clothes in the slot up ahead of her, making revving noises with his mouth while pretending to steer the cardboard box he was seated in.
She saw the camera droids whirred into life and she saw the screens flicker on, displaying small clips of each racer. It was now she noticed the people in the stands, sitting in rows in columns. She couldn’t make out the details, but she could tell that there were at least a thousand of them, watching. She had performed many times to the crowd, concerts and the like, but she could never get used to being viewed by that many people at once. She could feel the ever growing lump in her throat.
Well, at least she knew they were in for one hell of a show.
She nearly jumped out of her suit when her engine abruptly started. As her heartbeat raced, she felt kind of stupid, she had experienced this a hundred times in the simulators. She excused her jumpiness on account of her nerves.
The voice of the host run through her onboard speaker system.
“On my count, racers!”
Adrenaline pumping through her veins, she grasped the wheel. She felt like she was leaving indentations into the leather.
“3!”
Her heart was pounding out of her chest, she tried to swallow, but her throat was dry.
“2!”
She took a large breath, then refocused on the track.
“1!”
She veered her wheel to the left.
“Go!”
All the cars launched forward in an instant, jumping immediately to 200 mph, but then they immediately hit the breaks. The cars in first to fifth place all tried to attack each other at once, creating an immediate five car pile up in the middle of the road, creating an obstruction in the track. Some hit the pile up straight on, joining in the already large mess.
However, Isabelle was hoping this would happen. She took off already aiming for the leftmost side of the track. She barely made it passed one of the downed cars as she zipped by. Heart Candy was quick to see what she was doing and took off after her, barely squeezing through the tiny space as well.
The third car to try this wasn’t so lucky, he scraped against the wall which span him around, wedging his car between the barrier and the other downed car.
As the road crew rushed to clear the obstruction, Isabelle was already off, holding first place. Only time would tell if she could keep it.
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