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.
Miller hit the ramp first. His buggy soared through the air, perfectly level. But Jax didn't let off the throttle. He hit the kicker at full tilt. The Nomad launched skyward, soaring higher and further than any car had all night. For a heartbeat, everything was silent—just the faint hum of the cooling fans. rc-racing-off-road-2-0-skidrow
Six cars lined up at the makeshift start line. A girl named Riley dropped a checkered flag, and the air exploded. It was Miller, the undisputed king of the Skidrow
Miller walked over, looking down at his pristine buggy, which now had a cracked wing and a coat of Skidrow grime. He looked at Jax, then at the battered Nomad. Without a word, he reached out and bumped Jax’s transmitter with his own. Miller hit the ramp first