On the straight and even asphalt track, the white lines stretched continuously to the distant end, where the heat from the temperature caused the air to become distorted, making those lines seem as though they were alive, incessantly pulsating.
Above head, the signal lights were ceaselessly blinking, and everyone was waiting, waiting for that critical moment to arrive.
A beautiful young girl in a dress that revealed her calves paraded up and down between the rows of lined-up cars, carrying advertisement boards.
In the spectator stands, the celebrities and nobility sat beneath sun umbrellas, pointing and commenting on the various cars with their peculiar appearances that looked very odd.
It was as if they were appraising beauties about to enter their beds, boasting about their wealth of experience to everyone around them.
Many had crammed car-related knowledge overnight, yet in reality, they barely understood the most fundamental mechanical principles.
