he raced
He raced.
When he was behind the wheel, nothing else mattered except for reaching to end.
He raced on.
Braving every obstacle, his eyes never left the road, his courage never wavered.
He raced on hungrily.
The thrill of the ride, the load roar of his engines, the soft vibrations of the thump, thump, thump from his speakers; all feeding his heart with this insane urge that kept him going.
He raced on hungrily, triumphantly.
Now victorious, he kept his wheels going, the momentum of the ride a part of his every being, a part of his very soul.
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