The Cost of Accomplishment

movement. Time stopped, then, at that point, extended torpidly in the Sunday sun. And, surprisingly, however the vehicles were going at more than 200 and twenty kilometers 60 minutes, there appeared to be a practically entrancing, expressive dance like evenness in their development.
Tacha Fleming gazed, frozen, her heart suspended mid-thump, frightened to finish its responsibility as Ralph's front wing cut the back tire of the mor slow back marker. Countless pounds of carbon fiber bowed in reverse, wound in on itself. Torn metal tore through the left tire, twisting the vehicle into a ninety-degree turn.
The widely acclaimed dashing vehicle sent off itself out of sight. For a few brief seconds it resembled a modern airplane than a black-top embracing machine.