It’s the last lap. Ahead of you is the race leader, and after staring at his exhaust for a dozen or so minutes, you decide it’s time for a change in scenery. You draft up, closing the distance, then juke to the inside at the very last moment as you both enter the braking zone. You’re alongside him, your rear end light as you ride the threshold of adhesion. The corner is yours, and if you drive right, so is the race.