Elias didn't brake. He initiated the slide early, the car pitched sideways, facing the dark expanse of the ocean. For a second, he felt weightless. The lighthouse tower loomed above, a silent titan. He balanced the throttle, the tires screaming for purchase on the salt-slicked road. The rear bumper kissed the concrete barrier—a spark in the dark—and then he was out, straightening the car as the road leveled toward the cliff’s edge.
(of the cars and the drifting maneuvers) Lighthouse Drift Park
Elias didn't answer. He just gripped the steering wheel, his palms damp against the worn suede. He kicked the clutch, slotted the gear into first, and let the revs climb until the car screamed. Elias didn't brake
He took off. The world narrowed to the twin beams of his headlights cutting through the mist. As he hit the first transition, he flicked the wheel. The back end stepped out, dancing on the edge of physics. The smell of scorched rubber and brine filled the cabin. The lighthouse tower loomed above, a silent titan
(connected to the lighthouse's history)