Farming Life Starting in Africa

On the straight stretch of road, which was about a kilometer long, Rosen caught up with the two cars in front of him, and before the first bend, he had surged into fourth place, leaving the black guy and the Latino guy behind.

Before entering the curve, he lightly applied the brakes to slow down, and quickly shifted to a lower gear with his left hand. The tachometer needle jumped and then rose again, and the engine sound became deeper and more intense at the moment of downshifting.

With his exaggerated reaction speed, he slammed on the gas pedal the instant the car entered the edge of the curve. The engine's high torque was instantly output, the rear wheels lost their grip, and the rear of the car began to slide outward.

He could feel the feedback force from the steering wheel loosen, so he quickly counter-steered, adjusting the sliding angle of the rear of the car by coordinating the steering wheel and the accelerator. The tires made a continuous screeching sound on the asphalt road.

At the apex of the curve, he slightly reduced the throttle, the rear wheels regained traction, and the car instantly straightened.

He shifted gears and stepped on the gas, and the car's speed was almost completely lost as he exited the corner.

The red BMW M5 and R34 in the rearview mirror were already far ahead, while he found himself driving alongside the white Mustang, with less than half a car length between them.

The short-haired woman in the suit glanced at him through the car window, her expression a mixture of surprise and scrutiny. She probably hadn't expected a pickup truck to overtake her on the curve and keep pace with her car.

Rosen tilted his head slightly toward her, then took his right hand off the steering wheel and raised it to give her the middle finger.

Only after confirming that the woman had received his "good intentions" did Rosen put his hands back on the steering wheel.

The short-haired woman's expression changed. Her eyes reddened slightly, her lips tightened for a moment, and then she slammed on the gas pedal. The engine roared across the open road, and the Mustang lurched forward, but its acceleration in a straight line was still slightly inferior to the Dodge Ram.

Rosen's car remained firmly in front of her, the gap gradually widening from half a car length to a car length, and then to more than a car length.

The road ahead began to narrow, and the buildings on both sides changed from abandoned factories to the edge of a residential area. Lights began to appear on the windows of the houses along the road, and cars were parked in front of the houses.

A few people strolling along the sidewalk and walking their dogs turned around to look, drawn by the sound of engines coming from afar.

Rosen glanced down at the control terminal on his wrist. From the drone's perspective, the entire community's road network was clearly visible. The roads with more bends and shorter distances were obviously more congested. Some private cars were driving slowly on the road, and several cars parked on the side of the road were occupying part of the lanes.

He chose the leftmost detour route, which, although longer, had fewer curves, cleaner roads, and allowed the engine to maintain a high RPM range for longer.

Gisele made the same choice almost simultaneously, her white Porsche Cayman only slightly ahead of the Dodge Ram.

The distance between the two vehicles was less than three meters, and their speeds were constantly increasing.

She had just noticed it too; Rosen's amazing cornering skills were something a novice couldn't possibly do.

The short-haired woman's Mustang followed without hesitation, biting off to the right of Rosen's rear, its front end less than two meters from his rear bumper, as if ready to pounce at any moment.

Only Luke's Nissan Flying Chicken was the first to rush into the community's narrower and more congested main road. His taillights could be seen weaving quickly through the traffic in the rearview mirror, followed by a blue R34 and a red BMW M5.

The six vehicles split into two teams.

As Rosen and his group entered the outskirts of the community, the number of pedestrians and vehicles on the road began to increase, and the four-lane road provided ample space for overtaking.

With her keen driving skills and the narrower body and more agile suspension of her Porsche Cayman, Gisele weaved quickly between lanes, always keeping about half a car length ahead of Rosen. Rosen's car tried to drive alongside her several times, but she blocked the way in advance.

As their speed increased, the two large trucks driving side by side in front almost blocked the road, forcing them to slow down and look for an opportunity to overtake.

Rosen glanced at the control terminal on his right. The oncoming lane was empty for the next 300 meters or so; at least, there were no oncoming vehicles on the section of road he could see.

He jerked the steering wheel, the car veered into the oncoming lane, and as the tires rolled over the double yellow lines in the center, he could feel the raised markings vibrating intermittently beneath the tire tread.

Giselle honked the horn, muttering under her breath, "That madman!"

She noticed in her rearview mirror that Rosen's Dodge Ram had driven directly into the oncoming lane.

Their view was completely blocked by the large vehicle; from Rosen's position, it would have been impossible for him to see the situation in the oncoming lane.

If she blindly follows, and the other side happens to have two cars blocking the road just like this side, that would be too exciting.

Rosen floored the accelerator, the engine roared to a high pitch, and the vehicle accelerated to a position alongside Giselle in a short time.

Giselle glanced sideways and saw that Rosen was actually making a heart shape with his left hand inside the car.

Then Rosen instantly overtook him and accelerated forward.

Giselle gritted her teeth and tried to swerve the steering wheel to follow Rosen's path.

She suddenly noticed a Mustang on her right that had already trespassed into the oncoming lane and was recklessly speeding through it.

After the Mustang passed, Gisele turned the steering wheel and followed into the oncoming lane, catching up with their pace.

The three cars formed a line extending along the edge of the oncoming lane. However, Rosen had already overtaken and his car was back in its own lane. In his rearview mirror, he could see Gisele's Porsche accelerating behind the Mustang.

The Mustang accelerated and was about to overtake. At that moment, the headlights of a car in front of the Porsche flashed. Not far ahead of her, several cars in the oncoming lane were flashing their lights and honking their horns to warn her of the danger.

At her current speed, if she tries to overtake again, she could easily collide with a car in the oncoming lane.

Without hesitation, Gisele pressed the nitrous oxide button on the steering wheel. The Porsche Cayman shuddered violently, its speed suddenly increasing, and the push-back sensation pressed her into the seat.

The scenery outside the car window rushed past her. Just before she met the first car coming from the opposite direction, she overtook it and returned to her own lane. Her car body grazed the edge of the oncoming car's rearview mirror, with only a few centimeters between the two mirrors.

The moment she passed the oncoming car, the intense fear and thrill surged through Gisele's nerves, making her even more excited. She hadn't experienced this kind of racing thrill in a long time.