Page 21 of The Legend
Lookingaround, I watched Kyle and Mason trudge off to SUV waiting to take them to theairport as well, already looking over notes and contemplating the next race.Just like me, even if they weren’t at the track, their lives were here.
Sway foundme again, bags in hand ready to head out when I noticed Brody Williams standingbeside his hauler, a large crowd had gathered. Again, I wasn’t sure why Ididn’t like Brody but I didn’t. Mostly right then because I saw Lexi and Ariestanding beside him laughing.
I knew forsure Spencer wouldn’t appreciate that either.
Sureenough, he walked up, his mouth a hard line. “What the fuck? You’d think theywould have better taste.”
“That kidis a brat.” I glared their direction when Arie giggled at something he said.
“So areyou.”
“I wasn’tthat bad.” I objected only to have Sway give me an arching eyebrow of her ownobjection. “Maybe I was,” I agreed despite my own theory, “but we need to banthem from the track.”
“Agreed,”Spencer took off and Lexi scrambled away as he chased after her.
Ariefollowed us to the plane and eventually we found Casten with a group of women,yes, women twice his age.
Swaywasn’t pleased and gave them a piece of her mind.
When wewere all on the plane, I laid into Arie and her arrest. “Why were youarrested?”
“Indecentexposure,” she said completely relaxed.
“What?” Myvoice echoed through the cabin.
“It was amisunderstanding.”
“That’s alame excuse.” Sway added seeming more interested in her iPad than ourconversation.
“It’s nota lame excuse. It’s a real one.”
“Why wasit a misunderstanding?”
Ariesighed with another eye roll. “I was leaving a party and maybe I forgot that Ihad gone swimming and didn’t put on clothes, or enough clothes.”
“Theyarrested you for that?” Casten asked.
Arie didthis shifty paranoid glance at me, and then Casten. “Yes.”
“Youbetter be telling me the truth, Arie.” I warned waiting for her to look at me.“Clint is a private investigator. I can easily find out what happened.”
“I’m notlying to you!” She shouted back at me in her typical I-don’t-give-a-shitattitude. “Don’t believe me. I don’t care.”
For my ownsanity, I left the conversation there and stared out the window as it startedto rain. Sometime during the flight home, Sway laid her head against myshoulder. Instinctively my sore body eased away from her touch. “Sorry,” shecringed. “I forgot.”
Reachingfor her head with my right hand, I placed her head back on my shoulder. “You’refine honey.”
The kidshad fallen asleep, their youth revealed only at times like this. When theyopened their eyes and began to talk is was as if my kids had with replaced byice road truckers.
Here theseason had just begun and I was already nursing another concussion. Worryingabout why my daughter racking up arrests, the penalties, trying to maintain afamily life, and raise good kids, not truckers. Pressure was building, I knewthat much. I took comfort in knowing the woman lying next to me was my bleedervalve and had the ability to help me out in more than one way, if you know whatI mean.
4.Bearing – Jameson
Bearing –A bearing is a special, replaceable insert composed of several layers of suchmetals as lead, tin and antimony. These materials are capable of withstandinghigh loads and wearing for a long time, provided they remain coated with a thinlayer of oil under pressure. The main and connecting rod bearings of a gasolineengine are each formed of two half-circle sections which are assembled togetherto form a complete, circular bearing.
Axel wasdoing well, with sixteen races in, he’d landed four top five’s and nine secondplace finishes but had yet to pull off a feature win. The pressure to win fromsponsors was the same in any series you race but I hoped that he would stayfocused on the bigger picture, consistency. He had that.
He alsohad support behind him. Between my four drivers with JAR racing and now Axelracing for my dad, we shared information about set-ups, team members swappedback and forth and drivers interacted. We had a good program going and a goodgroup of guys willing to do everything they could for us.
