The dune rippers motor revs up,
The tyres rip up the dirt in a squeal
Smooth body, high traction pinned tyres
dig into the dirt
Propelling the quiet and extremely fast car.
The exhaust reminds me of a petrol station.
Off it goes, as it flies through the air,
So speedy that a cheetah couldn't keep up
Nothing looks like it when it's flying and soaring.
It's unique colour and shade of shell.
Translucent blue shock absorbers blend in with the different race flags.
The speedster rips up the dirt,
It passes the finish line in first place.
I replace it's overpowered battery,
For the next intense race.
The sound of the gun speeds up my heart
The beast releases its exhaust,
with a black line of smoke coming with its tail
I hope that my car overpowers and come first.