By lap three, it was just the two of them. Jax was driving on the ragged edge, taking lines that risked snapping an A-arm or blowing a shock. He gained ground in the "Rock Garden," where the Nomad's high ground clearance allowed him to power through the jagged debris while Miller had to pick a careful path. The Final Jump

Miller walked over, looking down at his pristine buggy, which now had a cracked wing and a coat of Skidrow grime. He looked at Jax, then at the battered Nomad. Without a word, he reached out and bumped Jax’s transmitter with his own.

The Nomad slammed into the downslope of the third mound. The suspension bottomed out with a sickening clack , but the internal bracing held. Jax pinned the throttle the moment the tires touched dirt, fishtailing across the finish line just inches ahead of Miller’s green streak. The Aftermath

Jax looked out over the track, where the dust was finally starting to settle under the flickering lights. "Count on it."