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Win on the tree, lose in the smoke. Top Fuel is four seconds long and not one of them forgives a flat foot.
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Win on the tree, lose in the smoke. Top Fuel is four seconds long and not one of them forgives a flat foot.

No engine, no fuel gauge — the mountain is the motor. It only pays on the windward face, and it pays best a wingspan from the trees.

The judges pay nothing for grip and triple at the lead car's door. Stay sideways, stay close, and don't touch — much.

The fast state and the fatal one are the same state — three tonnes riding half a propeller, and the throttle is also the pitch.

A plane the sky won't keep. Below half a wingspan the sea doubles your wing — climb out of the cushion and it takes everything back.

Full throttle flips you. Backing off buries you. The way up is sideways — one ski edge across the rock band.

The outfit can't lean. The only ballast aboard is your 70 kg passenger — and every left-hander tries to throw the chair in the air.

You top out at 3.5 m/s. The river runs six. The four red gates are upstream — and the only way back up is the water behind the rocks.

Four motors, 100% each — throttle and steering split what's left. Corner greedy and the mixer feeds your throttle to the turn.

No brakes, no grip, rudders that only bite under power. Hit the water flying — below hump speed your own bow wave owns you.

Two passes through the measured kilometre. The record is the average. Your first run's wake is still out there, waiting for the second.

Gravity does the driving — your hands can only slow it down. Now take a 270° loop at 4.5g with them nearly still.

One gear. No brakes. Four laps of shale. The only way to slow down is sideways.

Your headlights reach forty metres. The pace notes reach the finish. When the call says flat over the crest, it means flat.

Every two laps the bell rings, and the Devil takes the last rider across the line. Save your legs, steal the draft, never be hindmost.

Your perfect racing line only works once. The road remembers where you drove — then drops it into the void.