The Canyon Run track was less of a racetrack and more of a geologic suggestion.
Carved into the red sandstone of a desert planet, the track wove through towering mesas, narrow stone arches, and bottomless ravines. There were no guardrails. There were no safety nets. There was only the drop.
"Engines ready?" Elara Vance shouted over the wind.
"The boiler is hot!" Ignis roared. He was currently shoveling The Complete Works of Edgar Allan Poe into the furnace. "The Raven is burning! Nevermore!"
"Shields calibrated," Li Wusheng reported. "I have optimized the deflector dish. It is now 15% more shiny."
"Vanity Mirror deployed," Aldren Vance said, holding a large, ornate looking glass out the window. "I am ready to reflect hostility."
Elara gripped the platen knob steering wheel. To her left was Lord Aerion, whose Unicorn Chariot was pawing the asphalt with hooves made of diamonds. To her right was Kaelen Thorne.
