Oversteer. A hint.

The lap ended. The replay showed the car from the outside: low, wide, angry, the twin exhausts glowing faintly orange. No other game captures that specific nervous energy of a high-boost rotary. No other car wears a bodykit that actually feels like it's sculpting the wind.

One more lap. The tires are cooling. The fuel is low.

Brap… brap… redline .

It flowed.

Out of the corner, exit speed was violent. The digital G-meter spiked. The tunnel vision set in. For ten seconds—from the braking marker of the final hairpin to the start/finish line—the Mazda, the road, and my heartbeat were one frequency.

The tunnel swallowed the sound at first. Then, as the Mazda RX-7 Veilside punched into the concrete throat, the rotary engine’s brap-brap-brap exploded into a full-throated, metallic howl.