Dirt Track

The engine roars as the rear wheels spin and slide through the dirt, kicking up gravel and sand. He spins the steering wheel into opposite lock, easing off the throttle just a little. The corner ends and his foot goes flat. Dirt flies backward from as the the power bursts through the transmission. The suspension irons out some of the bumps but the track dips and bobs.
With a flick of the steering and a yank on the handbrake, the car spins and almost disappears in a swirl of dirt and flying gravel, coming to rest pointing back down the road.
The door opens and he steps out. Walking to the front of the car and dropping to sit and lean, letting the rush soak through him.

Location:

Back roads of Brackley Meadows