Speed Racer 2008 Racer X ✪

Then the fuel tank ignited.

“Rex?” he whispered.

The black and silver car was never more than a car-length behind, silent as a shark. It had been that way for the last two hundred miles. While other drivers—Greaser, the Rustbucket twins—had tried to pit Speed into the ice walls, Racer X had done something stranger. He’d blocked for him. speed racer 2008 racer x

An explosion of orange and white threw Speed backward into a snowbank. He scrambled up, screaming, “REX!” Then the fuel tank ignited

Twice, a Grumman assault car had lined up a clean shot on Speed’s engine block. Twice, Racer X had slid into the path of the missiles, taking the damage on his own reinforced chassis. The first time, Speed waved a furious thanks. The second time, he just stared. It had been that way for the last two hundred miles