Page 59 of The Champion
“You got five laps to green, do you see your pit box whenyou come around. Spencer’s waving at you.”
“Yeah I see him.” I laughed. “It’s hard to miss his egghead.”
“Watch your RPM’s as you come by?” Aiden said. “Thatshould be pit road speed.”
“3900,”
“Okay so 3900, second gear when you hit pit road,remember that.” Kyle reminded me. “We don’t need a penalty for that.”
“All right...let’shave a good race here boys.” I said tugging on my belts.
“10-4; just take your time. It’s a long race, stayfocused.”
“Keep me calm.”
Once the race was underway, it was hard to think ofanything but the race.
I was battling for second place with Colin Shuman andPaul Leighty was right on my ass.
“Is that legal?” I asked when Paul darted below the lineto pass me on the inside.
“Three wide...twowide...all clear behind.” Aidenannounced. “Down on the line. Thirty nine on your bumper,”
“Yes, it is.” Kyle said with a laugh. It was rare foranyone to passmeon the inside. I was known for hugging the line.
“Does that mean...?”
“Yes, it does.”
“Thirty four at your left rear...two-wide, clear,”
“Oh, goddamn it!” I slammed my fists on the steeringwheel and for good measure—I tossed my water bottle across the cockpit.
“Pretty much,” I knew I couldn’t win them all, but thatsure as hell didn’t stop me from wanting to.
Remember that saying “Say When?” I didn’t know when tosay “Say When.”
I’d always want more but the longer I raced, the more Irealized every other driver was exactly like me, always wanting more.
Blend Line – Sway
“Stop booing. Everyone is trying very hard.” Emma saidsuddenly looking up from her TMZ magazine. Why she is looking at that wasbeyond me.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” I punched her shoulderand ripped the magazine out of her hand. “Your brother just got his ass handedto him on a pass that should have been illegal. Stop acting like a damncheerleader.”
“Sportsmanship. Try it.” She replied taking her magazineback with force.
I went back to listening to the in car audio.
Next to me, Nancy played with Axel beside me laughing atevery little noise he made.
“The bottom is good...Ijust can’t arch it in like I did yesterday.” Jameson said as he battled againwith Colin Shuman, the new driver that took Darrin’s place.
I met Colin on Saturday and didn’t think too highly ofhim. I quickly put him in his place when he winked at me.
“No, no!” I told him pushing him against the wall of themedia center before Jameson saw. “You fuck with me or Jameson and I will ripyour balls off.”
I must have been intimidating because he apologized andhad been racing Jameson clean today, so far.
