The drivers 'raced' [='revved'] their engines while waiting at the starting line.
The company does not discriminate on grounds of 'race', age, sex, or religion.
The election is sure to become a 'horse race' by early summer.
(..) VINCENT: I got a threshold, Jules. I got a threshold for the abuse that I will take. Right now, I'm a fucking race car, all right? And you got me in the red. I'm just saying that it's fucking dangerous... to have a race car in the fucking red, that's all. (..)1994 Pulp Fiction