Speed Racer (2027)

Ace punched the throttle. The S-7 responded like a panther, its electric turbines whining a frequency that made his teeth ache. He took the first hairpin at 140, his neural-linked steering reading his thoughts before his hands could move. Perfect. Clinical. Ghost-like.

Ace saw it. So did Rose.

He walked up to her, pulled off his helmet, and for the first time in years, smiled. It felt like cracking a rusted bolt. Speed Racer