"Not bad for a junk pile," Miller muttered, a smirk tugging at his mouth. "Same time next week?"
The Nomad slammed into the downslope of the third mound. The suspension bottomed out with a sickening clack , but the internal bracing held. Jax pinned the throttle the moment the tires touched dirt, fishtailing across the finish line just inches ahead of Miller’s green streak. The Aftermath rc-racing-off-road-2-0-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. "Not bad for a junk pile," Miller muttered,