Why? Speed thought, grinding the Mach 6’s gears into a higher pitch. You’re supposed to be the villain. The lone wolf. The guy who left my brother for dead.
Speed turned. He ran back to the Mach 6, jumped into the seat, and slammed the canopy shut. He didn’t look in the rearview. He couldn’t. speed racer 2008 racer x
But Racer X was already moving. He’d used the shockwave to kick out the ruined canopy. He crawled from the wreck, pulling off his melting gloves, his racing suit smoldering. He didn’t look at Speed. He couldn’t. Why? Speed thought
“The race,” Racer X said, pointing a trembling finger down the track. The pack was a distant roar. “Go.” jumped into the seat