He pulled into the turnaround at the base of the tower. The lighthouse was peeling and grey, but in the moonlight, it looked like bone. He stepped out of the car, his legs shaking.
(of the cars and the drifting maneuvers) Lighthouse Drift Park
Elias sat in his battered 1994 coupe, the engine ticking like a cooling heart. He looked up at the lighthouse. Its lantern hadn't spun in decades, but tonight, a different kind of light bathed the concrete: the rhythmic, strobing flashes of amber turn signals and blue underglow. "You ready, Kid?" a voice crackled over the radio. He pulled into the turnaround at the base of the tower