"Idiot!" this time Martin directed the invective towards himself. He knew he had to concentrate on the riding itself. Admittedly, Abe had just instructed him not to go crazy, but it was his lap, and Steve Paxton had no right to be on his feet now. Martin pushed the gas on.
He moved ahead of Steve for a moment. This did not appeal to the racing driver, who allowed his advantage only several dozen meters and just before the bend he overtook him on the outside.
"Shit!" Martin swore, cutting the same corner.
"Be good boys," he heard Allen's pissed-off voice on the joint channel.
Martin didn't reply, focusing entirely on the driving and the car in front of him. He was pissed off with Steve for pushing onto the track ahead of schedule, for not letting him fully feel the machine, and for showing him where he belonged.
"As if I didn't know that," he muttered to himself and pushed the gas on.
