"That sure is a cactus," Ava remarks, because it seems as good a landmark as any in this otherwise empty desert.

Ava takes off a good distance to stand out in the middle of the stretch of road, giving the two time to start up and get positioned side by side for the race.

And then raises the red scarf in the air, grinning.

Three. Two. One. Ava whips it down to signal the start. And readies herself to jump into whichever vehicle gets to her first. It does take careful timing, after all.