Gas Guzzlers Extreme Official

Welcome to the Glacier arena. This was not a race for pink slips or trophies. This was Gas Guzzlers Extreme, where the fuel was high-octane and the life expectancy was lower than my ride's suspension.

He didn't walk away from that one. I didn't feel bad about it either. Gas Guzzlers Extreme

I tapped the dashboard screen. My rear-facing dual miniguns were locked and loaded. Welcome to the Glacier arena

"Put it on my tab," I told him. "I’m entering the big knockout tournament in the desert tomorrow. The purse is a quarter-million." He didn't walk away from that one

I dropped the clutch and my tires screamed, biting into the hot pavement. Instantly, the track turned into a warzone. A car to my left exploded as it ran over a mine dropped by the leader. A hail of machine-gun fire pinged off my armored windshield.

I looked at my bank display on my wrist. Forty-eight thousand. I was just short.