Novel & Cerita A Curve In The Road

After a series of maneuvers, she quickly stabilized the vehicle and rapidly ascended the steep slope in the opposite direction. However, the cars behind Faye weren't as fortunate. The area was originally a downhill curve with poor visibility. In this segment of the urban ring road, there weren't many cars. However, they were all speeding, typically ranging from 80 to 100 mph. As a result, the cars behind Faye didn't have enough time to brake. To be precise, they couldn't halt their vehicles in time. Even if they slammed the brakes to the floor, they were still unable to stop due to inertia.

However, that was far from the case. Following the soft curve of the road, the beta spotted the lone figure standing in the middle of the road just as he came around the bend. It put him at a disadvantage immediately and before he could register what was happening, a bang echoed through the wall of pine trees and his bike skidded out from under him as the front wheel burst.

Soon, the car climbed the twisting mountain road. Elizabeth looked at the road ahead and clenched her hands into fists subconsciously. Even though it was at night and there were no street lamps on the road, she knew that it was the road to South Mountain. They came to South Mountain at this time... Halfway up the hill, she suddenly realized that there was originally only one road here, but a new road had appeared at the side. A tunnel needed to be built because of the terrain, so it was still under construction. In front of the construction site hung a huge sign, saying that the old road leading to South Mountain had collapsed, and the new road was under construction. It seemed that they cou

The path curved until thick clusters of trees loomed ahead, their shadows spilling across the sand. Calley remembered noticing this spot before. She always assumed the road beyond led directly to the main road. But they did not go straight. Instead, they slipped into a hidden trail between dwarf coconut trees and lush gardens. She felt the shifting sand beneath her feet, surprised to find that there was a concealed walkway in this part of the property.

They don't need to add to the ever growing number. There is a sharp curve ahead, flanked by the towering trees lining either side of the road. As Andy takes it, suddenly they are blinded by approaching headlights, heading straight towards them, as the vehicle appears to be driving in the middle of the road. Andy swerves to avoid being hit head on but the car's tires catch on some the ice and send them careening about in circles down the thankfully empty road. “Damn it.” Andy curses out loud, taking his foot off the gas and the brake while he is trying his best to hold the wheel still. The sound of the childrens terrified screams fill the car, as Lacey braces her hand on the dash board.

I cautioned him but he wasn't listening. "Why did you swerve off the road that we were supposed to take?" Wait! Swerve off what path? Does this mean this isn't the path we were supposed to be on? I glanced around at my surroundings. It was a small Alley, its street was so tiny that it would be hard for two cars to pass at once. "There is a shortcut here that wouldn't take time so I thought it would be better if I went through this path," the driver answered. I could see his hand shaking on the steering wheel and all it would take was a little more time and we might get into an accident.

"Damn it! Quincy can't lose now. I've put my entire life savings on him!" "Hey! Quincy just pulled ahead!" Upon hearing those words, everyone focused intently on the track below. Quincy had overtaken Millie. A larger curve lay ahead, known as the most challenging on this route. It was said that this curve had caused numerous accidents, with many racers flipping over. After this curve, it was a straight road, and Quincy would surely pick up speed. If Millie failed to handle this curve, she would be left behind. For Millie, this curve was the perfect chance to overtake Quincy and gain the lead.

Annabelle had been waiting for the perfect moment, and it finally arrived in the second half of the race. The car ahead of her, a powerful GT-R, mishandled a sharp curve. The driver, overconfident in his vehicle's speed, was forced to slam on the brakes to avoid careening off the mountain. Annabelle knew this curve intimately; she had driven it countless times and knew every nuance of the road.

Alina stopped looking at what he was doing and started looking at what he wasn't doing. There. The third underground curve had a slight camber change on the outer edge, a subtle rise in the road surface that most drivers wouldn't notice or wouldn't trust. The natural line through that corner was the inside. Clean, predictable, well established by the groove worn into the asphalt from every previous race. Varell would take the inside. Everyone took the inside. The outer edge was longer and slightly raised and looked like a risk that didn't need to be taken. Alina looked at it differently.

A steep drop into the next stretch, then a sharp right where the road flattened near the fruit stall at the bottom. I pressed hard on the brake but nothing happened. I pulled the lever again. It came back to the handlebar and the scooter kept going at full speed. My stomach dropped. The hill was steep. I was already doing forty. The curve was coming up fast, and on the other side of it was a low barrier and a drop I didn't want to calculate. I dragged my foot against the road. The friction burned through my shoe immediately. I shifted my weight back, steered into the curve instead of against it, let the bike lean and bleed speed through the angle.