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He didn’t hesitate. He threw the #42 into the void. The spot on his left rear tire kissed the concrete wall. Sparks flew like fireworks. The car shuddered violently, the steering wheel trying to rip itself from his hands.

Jake followed, picking off cars one by one. He passed the 5 car on the inside of a dogleg. He rode the high line around the 17. With five to go, it was just him, the leader, and Mateo. nascar fanfiction

The concrete of Martinsville Speedway vibrated through the steering wheel of the #42 Chevy. Jake Reilly could feel it in his teeth. Thirty years of this, and the old man could still taste the metal of the track, the burnt cocktail of rubber, high-octane fuel, and fear. He didn’t hesitate

“Jake… by inches. You got him by inches .” Sparks flew like fireworks

As they rolled under yellow, Jake pulled up alongside the 99. Through the mesh of the driver’s window net, he saw Mateo. The kid’s face was a mask of concentration, sweat beading on his brow. He didn’t look over. He was staring straight ahead, seeing the finish line that was still twelve laps away.

For a second, the track was silent in Jake’s ears. Then Benny’s voice came back, quiet and reverent.