Sean could tell that Rosemary was no ordinary girl. Belied her youthful appearance was nerves of steel.
As they approached the next hairpin turn, Rosemary intended to hug the curve with the tightest arc possible, but Sean had other plans. He widened his trajectory, aiming to overtake her on the outside.
Rosemary saw him coming and, once again blocked him. Even as Sean's car nearly scraped the guardrail, she didn't flinch, but drew a beautiful arc so close to the barrier that the crowd held its breath.
To ride that close to the guardrail was flirting with disaster. A miscalculation could send her crashing through and tumbling down the slope.
But the pair's driving skills were as breathtaking as they were precise. The audience was on the edge of their seats, erupting into cheers as the cars left the bend safely and continued down the track.
This was racing at its finest. Pure skill on display.
