the road glides like a black ribbon, as each vehicle tears across its surface, light trails bloom behind them—neon ribbons that twist and fa...

the road glides like a black ribbon, as each vehicle tears across its surface, light trails bloom behind them—neon ribbons that twist and fade like the ghosts of speed, the air ripples with shockwave distortions, bending the horizon in brief, elastic waves as engines roar past, beneath the chassis, undercarriage ...