The blinding midday sun hung high overhead as the finish line staff, seated under parasols, fought to stay awake.
When the whistling sound began to rise in the distance, the dozing person jolted to their feet, looking incredulously toward the horizon, "Impossible, right?"
According to the pre-race estimation, completing this leg of the journey in two hours would have been considered fast.
And good enough to comfortably advance to the next round of the competition.
But how much time had passed?
Looking out, they saw two racing cars within sight, one trailing the other.
The leader was a black race car.
Following at a distance of ten car lengths, was a blue one.
Glancing back at the screen, one of the staff stood gaping, utterly stunned.
But after the driver signed their name, the staff snapped their mouth shut.
For anyone else, this result would have been otherworldly.
But for this particular pro, it might just as well have been him warming up.
