Meanwhile, Johann was staring at the GPS he almost never used. According to the map, they would merge into Manhattan soon. The traffic-heavy section was still 7.3 miles away. For a motorsport driver who raced fifty to over seventy laps on tracks averaging three miles, that distance could be called short. It was also more than long enough to overtake and seize a win. What mattered to Johann now was not the cars running an illegal street race. It was retiring every last one of Wellington’s Starlights, reaching New York first, and winning this race.