The competition was about to start.
August, the referee, was standing on the start line with a small flag in his hand, blowing a whistle.
At his command, the black Volkswagen transformed into a swift arrow, howling as it left its position. In the blink of an eye, it was no longer visible.
The crowd stared at the scene in surprise, momentarily forgetting to react.
Gabriel was baffled too.
Was it... really the speed a Volkswagen should have?
What was going on?
Did this young lady secretly modify the car?
As they watched the black Volkswagen climb up the winding mountain road, it reached the third roundabout within less than ten seconds.
The speed was high and consistent, and the drift when turning corners was almost perfect.
The crowd was puzzled, all of them
