Hero at the corner (competition entry)

A boy stands in bright sunlight peering through a chain link fence.
Positioned on the inside of the corner, waiting, expectant, tense.
 
A dull roar grows quickly, eight cylinders at the limit, a piercing, unearthly scream.
Then violent down shifting, thunderous cracking, from the fierce bestial machine.  
 
The race car appears, the boys spies his hero, scarlet helmet, clear visor.
Car fast and sleek, a technical masterpiece by some forgotten designer.  
 
Hero turns, hard on the brakes, car screams protesting at the abuse.  
Front suspension fully compressed, front planted, back end twitchy and loose.
 
Hero saws furiously at the steering wheel, searching for that elusive grip.  
Car on the edge, skips dangerously, on the white ripple strip.  
 
Middle of the corner, hero stares out of the apex, and straight at the boy.
Eyes lock for split second, the youngster fearful, then elated with joy.  
 
Then gone. Left with just the diminishing roar of it’s rapid retreat.  
All within the span of ten exciting, adrenaline filled, heartbeats.