Page 17 of The Legend
“So youcheated?” The reporter asked with a cocky edge. “Maybe that explains theseventeen championships you’ve won. Cheating?”
Just likethat the lightness of the conversation vanished and I knew I was being backedinto a corner with no way out. Even still, I hadn’t lost that spark of defiancethat made me who I was. No way were they going backdoor me on this one.
Kyle lookedup at me surprised and maybe even a little skeptical at what my response wouldbe. If I had said that Kyle was trying to gain us some speed by shaving downthe fenders a fraction of an inch than yes, we would have been in some hotwater but you have to understand that every team cuts corners like that. It’sall about whom crosses over into the gray line too much.
Kylecrossed his arms over his chest and leaned into the pit box. You could see thetension of the day embedded in his shoulders. He glanced at me once more beforeI spoke and I caught on to the loophole. His eyes gave him away every time butmaybe it was that we’d been working together for so long. We had the fact thatthey didn’t put the claw on the car before. Had they done that, they would haveknown the car wasn’t cleared prior to race day. Though this meant nothingtoday, it would for our appeal and Kyle knew that.
“Everyteam out there pushes the boundaries,” I said looking from Kyle to the media.Each reporter in front of me listened closely all hanging their recorders in myface, “it doesn’t matter what sport you’re in, people push until they can’tpush anymore. You can look at any sport out there right now whether it’sracing, football, baseball, even hockey; they all push to gain the edge. That’sall it is.”
I’m notgoing to sit here and say that cheating is okay because it’s not but when youare allowed such a small window to make adjustments you find yourself searchingfor anything you can. Hell I used to race with guys who would replace theirroll cage with exhaust tubing to make the car lighter during the race, Was itsafe?
No, fuckno. If they would have wrecked it could have easily killed them. Nevertheless,they got their cars lighter for the main events and sometimes pulled off amuch-needed win. It’s that line again. What would you do to be the best in asport that is highly competitive? Some sacrificed safety for the win.
Back atthe hauler for the team meeting, I stretched my legs out trying to get theblood flowing again. The hauler came alive as the team made their way insidefor the meeting.
“All rightboys,” Kyle’s voice rose above commanding attention within the group. “We’vegot a lot to discuss here so let’s get to it.”
Kyle wentover the fines and the important points that were discussed at the driversmeeting earlier. Usually, this aspect of the race the over the wall guys neededto know, things Aiden might need to be aware of as the spotter or maybe eventhings I lost interest in. It happens. The purpose of the meeting was not onlyto go over race day and talk about pit windows, pit stops and variousstrategies but also to get us motivated for five hundred miles. It’s not easyto get ready for these races and tends to leave most of us on edge at times.Just like any sports team, this was almost like a pep rally for us a time forus to come together.
When I gotback to the motor coach to grab some lunch, I felt relieved when Sway got therewith Arie and Casten. Though Casten only came for the girls, Arie could careless about being here; it was nice to have my family with me.
After Swayhad made me some lunch, I grabbed my bag to get ready when I noticed mybrothers latest prank.
When hestepped inside looking for food, I gave him a piece of my mind. “You are damnnear forty-five. Why do you keep doing this shit?”
Heshrugged taking a bite of his sandwich. Sway smiled behind him knowing wherethis was going when she saw the glitter sparkling in the air. “Because...” Spencer took another bite contemplating hisresponse, “...it pisses you off.”
Weeklythat shit head dumped glitter in my helmet because I hated anything on my skin.Did you ever try to get glitter off your skin after you’ve been sweating?
It’suseless and takes weeks. For this reason, Spencer bombed my helmet at leastonce a year. Apparently, he was starting early this year. Tossing my usualhelmet aside, I reached for my spare when I noticed he did the same thing tothat one too.
His pranksfor Daytona didn’t end there. He also decided to have the locks in my motorcoach replaced so that when I was trying to escape a few pit lizards I couldn’tget inside.
I would behaving some words with him for sure. This wasn’t the first time he had replacedthe locks either but the first with this motor coach. Last year after Spencerset the microwave on fire, I decided to get a new one. Since I started racingin the cup series, this was my fourth motor coach. All of them had to bereplaced due to something Spencer had done to it.
Spencerleft and I decided I was going to relieve my frustrations by some align boringwith my wife. She caught on quickly when my hands crept up her shirt andunfastened her bra. Walking backward down the short hallway in the motor coach,she smiled but said nothing and one finger beckoned me.
I was sureshe had no idea the pent up frustration I had. Pushing her against the door, mymouth found the skin I had been missing. Fisting her hair in my hands, her neckarched giving way to pleasure. She loved that shit.
“I missedyou.” My hips pressed forward into hers searching for any type of friction Icould find. My head fell forward at the sensation the surged through me.
“I wasonly gone a week,” she breathed against my neck and then closed her lips topress a kiss against my skin.
“I stillmissed you, a lot.”
“Then showme champ.”
Trappingher against the door, I pulled back to look at her cradling her face between myhands. “I plan to.”
Swayreached inside my jeans, her breath blew past my ear, “Oh god,” her hand curledaround my camshaft, my hips bucked forward on their own “...you really did miss me.”
Shewithdrew her hand and pushed against my shoulders. “Fuck honey,” I growled,eyes darkening and I reached for her again, “don’t tease me.”
“I’m not teasing.”She smiled that smile that let me know what she had planned wasn’t teasing atall. Dropping to her knees before me, her hands worked my jeans past my hips.“I’m just getting started.”
Fuckyeah.
Nothingwas better than some micro polishing from my wife.
