It was Miller, the undisputed king of the Skidrow. He stepped into the light, holding a transmitter that probably cost more than Jax’s truck. Beside him was a pristine, neon-green buggy that looked like it had been engineered by NASA.
The start was a chaotic blur of flying gravel. Jax pinched his throttle, feeling the Nomad’s rear tires bite into the dirt. He took the first corner wide, avoiding a three-car pileup in the "Dust Bowl" section. Miller was already three lengths ahead, his buggy skipping over the stutter-bumps with surgical precision. rc-racing-off-road-2-0-skidrow
The "2.0" in the track's name referred to the recent overhaul. The local crew had hauled in tons of loose topsoil, rigged industrial floodlights to stolen generators, and built "The Spine"—a sixty-foot straightaway that ended in a massive, bone-shaking triple jump. "You ready to lose that deposit, Jax?" a voice boomed. It was Miller, the undisputed king of the Skidrow