Oversteer. A hint.
It flowed.
Approaching the chicane, I downshifted. The sequential shifter clicked twice: thunk, thunk . The engine blipped perfectly, the twin-turbo lag filling the gap with a deep-chested inhale before the boost came on like a punch to the spine. The tires—semi-slicks, heated from the last lap—began to sing. live for speed mazda rx7 veilside