Lily's shout got swallowed by the roar of engines revving one after another.
The amusement park's racing track had always been one of its bigger draws.
The course split into three separate routes, each with different terrain but matched distance.
Racers picked freely which path to run.
One hugged the edge of an artificial lake, scenic, relaxed, low stakes.
Another looped around the park's perimeter, a quick lap designed to funnel guests straight into the next attraction.
The last one cut through the hills, modeled after an actual professional track.
Naomi and Sebastian glanced at each other and picked the mountain route in the same instant.
Only first place got the prize. The other two routes carried too many variables, too much room for distraction.
The mountain route was the obv
