Race Life Pt. 8
Race Life
Pt. 8
Eyes closed, I was out. I don't know how long I slept, but it seemed for quite a long time. I had no dreams that night, just a blank mind. Finally awake, my eyes squinted open. The room was not completely dark as light poured in around the curtains over the window. I looked around, Gwen was no longer in the bed with me. I looked over to the clock on the dresser. It read 10:09 AM.
I pulled the sheets back and sat on the end of the bed. I put my face in my paws, groaning over what happened last night. Surprisingly enough, I didn't have a hangover. My head felt a little cloudy, but that was about it.
Standing, I headed for the familiar bathroom upstairs. The house was quiet, not a sound. I expected to hear a tv or music, but nothing of the sorts. I reached the bathroom and noticed the door was closed. I gave a knock. No reply. I put my ear to the door and heard water running. "Maybe Gwen was in the shower" I thought to myself. I decided to open the door and take a look.
As I did, steam poured out and I called, "Gwen, you in there?"
"Yeah Al. Join me will ya?" She said tiredly.
Already naked, I opened the glass door and stepped in. Instantly, the water hit my body. It felt so relaxing. Gwen put her arms around my neck, leaning her wet furry head onto mine.
"What a night." She said meekly
"Oh I know. I haven't been that drunk in a looooong time."
"Me either."
She continued her shower as I leaned against the wall, staring at her. She caught my eyes.
"What?" She asked.
"Oh nothing. You look so hot with the water running through your fur. That's all."
"Thanks."
Finishing up, I got out first to get a towel to dry off. Once dry, I handed it over to Gwen. As she dried off, she asked me to go find our clothes. Good idea. I thought of where they were, outside probably.
I exited the bathroom and descended down the stairs, feeling quite exposed. Reaching the bottom, I walked off to the kitchen to find nobody there. I walked to the sliding door and went out. Sure enough, our clothes were strewn across the lawn, around the hot tub. I gathered them in my arms, and headed back in to find Jake in the kitchen.
"Hey." I said cheerily.
"Yo! How you doing you crazy little fox?"
"Pretty good. No hangover. So that's a plus."
"That's good. I see you got your clothes. I was going to get those for ya but you beat me to it!"
"Well thanks anyways. Ashley up?" I asked.
"No. She's dead tired. Once you and Gwen went to bed, we had another session. Crazy night if I must say so myself."
"Yeah, tell me about it. Well, I'm going back up to get hear clothes sorted out."
"Sounds good. I'll attempt to make something for breakfast. What time do you need to be out of here?"
"I'd like to be out by 11:30 if possible."
"I'll cook quick!" He replied.
"Thanks."
Back upstairs I went to the bathroom, only to find it empty. I then went back to Jake's room and found Gwen on a laptop.
"Heya! I have the clothes."
"Great! I feel so... naked!" Gwen said, reaching for the clothes in my arms.
We sorted them out and felt right once again. I noticed Gwen was on Facebook.
"Updating your status?" I asked her.
"Yeah, and looking at what I've missed for the couple of days. Nothing too major."
"That's good I guess."
"Yeah, is here anything to eat down there? I'm starving."
"Jake's making something. I told him we needed to leave by 11:30. I want to give us plenty of time to get back."
"Shame we have to go so early, but I don't want you missing your big day!"
Gwen logged off of Facebook and followed me downstairs. My nose picked up the scent of eggs and bacon. It smelled wonderful, I was starving. In the kitchen, Jake greeted us.
"Nice to see you again Gwen, Al. I'm making some bacon and eggs along with some toast. Hope you like it."
"I'm sure we will!" I said hungrily.
Jake handed each of us a plate and we dished up. Along with the food he made some coffee and orange juice. Gwen and I went for the caffeine. We needed that extra kick. Done with the meal, I put my plate in the sink.
"Jake, you need help cleaning up? I feel guilty if I just leave and don't do anything."
"Sure, why not!" He responded, somewhat shocked hat I was willing to help.
He handed me a large garbage bag and I went out to the backyard, picking up all of the beer cans, bottles, and shattered glass from the thrown bottles. Once full I went back in and Jake told me the garbage was out in the garage. He gave me directions to get there and I found my way. I opened the door and inside the garage sat a Mustang GT500, along with Jake's truck and an empty slot. I put the trash in the garbage and admired the car. I walked up to the door and opened it. They kept it unlocked, surprising! I sat in the high-powered car, grabbing the steering wheel with my paws. Checking out the car, I decided to go back in the house unwillingly. Back in the kitchen, Gwen and Jake were talking.
I interrupted, "Jake, that's a sick car in there! Ever drive it?"
"Haha! Knew you'd get a kick out of that! Sometimes. Honestly, it has so much power that you have to be careful. I don't like being careful, so I don't drive it."
"I see..." I said, my voice drifting off.
"Would you like to drive it Al?" He asked with a huge smile.
"Could I?!"
"Yup. Only seats two comfortably though."
"I'll stay here. Where's the tv?" Gwen chirped in.
Jake led her out to the living room and flipped the flat screen on. I gave Gwen a quick kiss and hug and joined Jake in the garage.
"She's all yours!" Jake said, opening the garage door with a flick of a button.
I stepped in the drivers seat, buckling up. Jake got in the passengers side and did the same thing, handing me the keys. I took them, shaking with excitement. I put the key in the ignition, the car roaring to life.
"Alright. Just take it slow. This car has a ridiculous amount of power." Jake said.
"Got it. Can I open the windows? I want to hear this thing."
"Go for it."
I stepped on the clutch pedal, putting the car in reverse. I slowly backed out, the exhaust grumbling. Putting it into first, I looked over to Jake.
"I'm sorry for this!"
Jake didn't have enough time to reply, I released the clutch and slammed the gas pedal, the rear wheels screeching, billowing smoke. The car revved high, so I decided to put it into second. I was laughing so hard. This was a blast. I looked over to Jake and saw him holding on for dear life.
"Jake! This is fucking awesome!"
"Yeah... what the hell happened to take it slow!"
"You've seen nothing yet my friend."
Throughout the neighborhood I drifted the car around the corners, accelerating rapidly. I only wished I could have this machine. Having enough fun, I drove cautiously back to the house. I just followed the black tire marks left behind.
"So, what year is this?" I asked Jake.
"2010. Has the supercharged 5.4L V8 under the hood."
"Very nice. Hope I didn't scare you too much."
"Nah man, just a little bit."
I laughed at his remark and arrived at the house. I pulled it into the garage and shut it off. I just sat in the seat, bewildered by such a beast. Eventually I climbed out, following Jake back in the house.
We went in the living room and found the two girls talking to each other.
"We're back!" Jake said loudly, causing both of he girls to jump.
"Hey! Not so loud you asshole!" Shot back Ashley.
"Sorry sorry. Just let Al take the 'stang out for a spin."
"Fun car isn't it?" Asked Ashley.
"Yes it is!" I said happily.
I glanced over to the clock and noticed it was close to 11:30. I didn't want to go, but I had to.
"Well you guys, it was a blast. It really was. I wish Gwen and I could stay longer, but I have to get back and get ready for the race."
"Aw man, I hate to see you go so early, bit you gotta do what ya gotta do." Jake said in a bummed tone.
Gwen got up and joined my side, holding my waist.
"Gwen, we need to hook up again. I had so much fun with you girl!" Ashley said.
"I did too! I hope we see each other again." Gwen said.
I spoke up, "I know we will. Jake, when you and Ashley come to the race, go over to pit lane and tell the gal working there that your friends of mine. You'll get better seats on the other side of the track."
"Sounds great! So she'll just let us in?"
"Yup. I'll tell her your names and you're golden to enter!" I responded.
"Awesome." Said Jake.
"Great. Well thanks for the good time you two." Gwen said.
We all walked to the door and Gwen and I put our shoes on. We all thanked each other once more, giving out hugs. Afterwards, Gwen and I went to the truck and and headed back to the racetrack.
"Aren't you glad we followed them last night?" Gwen asked.
"Yes I am. They are good people, and fun ones at that!"
"Mmhmm. Hope to party with them again! So, you know where we are going right?"
"Yeah, just follow this road til' I reach the main road that leads through this place, back to the track."
With that, we listened to music on our way back. Halfway there, I said aloud, "Did we ever get their numbers for our phones?"
"Yup. I programmed them in yours first because you had it in your pocket."
"Good."
A half an hour passed by before we eventually arrived back at the track. Cars were beginning to fill the parking lot and I was getting frustrated at the slow people not knowing where to go. Finally reaching the camping area, I parked next to the RV. We climbed out and headed in. As I did, I noticed Trip was out of his RV, still looking sad and a little pissed off. Things seemed to remain the same between the two of us.
"Hey, we're back!" I called out as I shut the door behind me.
There wasn't a reply.
"What the hell? They better not be sleeping still."
"They might not be sleeping..." Gwen said in a serious voice.
"Okay, that's not even funny."
"I thought it was!" Gwen said back.
I yelled again, not wanting to go to the back of the RV to investigate. Again, no response.
"Well, it's one of two things" began Gwen. "Your parents aren't here or they are having some hardcore sex right now."
"Gwen! Shut the hell up! I don't want to hear that!"
"Don't tell me to shut up!" Gwen shot back.
"Sorry, I just don't want that image in my head."
I decided to go to the back to see if they were there or not. Passing the curtain I saw the door was ajar. I slowly peered in, afraid of what lay around the door. Raveled sheets, what a relief. I went back up front and told Gwen they weren't here.
"Well, I suppose you could call them." Said Gwen, leaning on the wall.
"Gunna have to."
I dialed dad's number and sure enough he picked up.
"Hey, I'm in the RV, where are you guys?" I asked.
"You got back sooner than I thought! Your mom and I are in pit lane talking with some people."
"Oh, I see."
"I'm glad you do, now get your ass out here. We need to get ready."
"But dad, the race doesn't start until two!" I said in a whiney tone.
"Nope. You need to be ready by 12:30. There's driver introductions and all that crap."
"Gah, I forgot!"
"I know you did, that's why I reminded you."
"Well thanks?"
"Don't thank, just get ready."
"Alright alright! I'll be over there in a half an hour, sound good?"
"Yeah."
"Okay, see ya."
"Bye."
I hung up the phone and sat down on the couch, running my paws through my fur.
"You alright?" Asked Gwen.
"Yes and no. I'm nervous, yet excited. How does that work?"
"You're asking me? I never get nervous Al!"
"Well that's a little lie!"
"What! How?" Exclaimed Gwen.
"Psh, miss 'I'm paranoid about everything!'"
"Allan!"
"Hey, you told me those exact words at that friends party, remember?"
"Yeah, but that was only because we were talking about cops!"
"Okay, I see your point. Lets just fuck right now. We have half an hour to burn."
"Hahaha! You're sooooo funny! Get bent!"
Gwen no longer leaned against the wall as she hit me in the snout with her bushy tail. She walked to the back.
"Hey! Where are you going?" I yelled after her.
"Um, to masturbate. No big deal or anything. Boyo, you get ready, you hear?" She said teasingly.
"Boyo? Ha! No really, what are you doing?"
"I don't have to tell you twice do I?"
"Fine, you win Gwen! I'll get ready and you can blow me as I do."
"Allan, you're such a horny little fuck! Knock it off!"
I shook my head in defeat and walked over to her. I pulled her close and stuck my tongue down her throat, breaking the kiss quickly.
"I'm sorry." I said quietly.
"It's okay, I don't blame you, I'm THAT hot!"
I gave a small laugh and said, "Okay, so..."
"So, sit your ass down on that bed and drop the sweats. I want your candy boy."
"How can I say no to that! What's with the whole 'boy' thing?" I asked, taking a seat on the bed, as I took off my lower set of clothes.
"Boy, please! Shut the fuck up while I give you a fantastic blow job."
"Yes m'am!"
With that, Gwen got on her knees and started to rub my balls and sheath. Within seconds I was sporting a boner, her candy.
"Now Gwen, my meat is a rod of candy. Milk it for the juice baby!"
She gave me a devious look and opened her mouth up, taking my full length down her throat. She bobbed her head quickly, wrapping her K9 tongue around my cock like a tornado. I leaned back on the bed, but as I did, Gwen stopped.
"Nuh uh. Get up! I want you to see this."
"Wha-"
"Allan, sit your ass up or I'll bite ya!" Gwen said kinkily.
I obeyed her command and sat back up. I looked around and grabbed the top of the bunk with both of my paws.
"Continue!" I said happily with a big smile.
She spread my fury legs even further apart, leaning in closer. She ran her tongue from my balls all the way up to the tip of the cock. She paused for a second. I was about to say something until she lunged down on my dick with her snout. She furiously sucked me off. I started to moan loudly, this was insane. I gripped the top bunk tighter, my teeth grinding together.
"Gwen! Fuuuck!" Was all I could manage to get out.
As if not possible, her pace quickened. She made slurping sounds as she greedily sucked me off. I ran my paws through her fury head and ears, oh how I wanted to fuck her brains out right now!
"Gwen, I wanna fuck your face right now!"
She stopped and looked up at me with eyes of lust. She gave a wicked smile and changed her position. She now sat on the floor with her back to the bed. I moved around and stuck my cock right in her face, leaning over her and putting my paws on the bed for support.
"Open up lovely!" I said.
As she did, I thrusted forward, jamming my throbbing member down her throat again. She made a quick yelp but it was soon replaced by her moans of pleasure. My hips bucked back and forth at a medium pace but I soon sped up. By now my balls were slapping Gwen's lower jaw, I couldn't take much more. Her paws grasped my ass, guiding me in even further, if at all possible.
"Gweeen! Imma shoot my load down your throat!"
Pumping back and forth I shot strands of cum down her throat. She moaned loudly, swallowing every drop I released. I started to pull my cock out of her mouth but she kept sucking, wanting more. I didn't resist. She licked slowly, her eyes partly closed. After a couple of minutes she backed off and looked up at me.
"Allan, I want to have sex right now. I'm so horny and I just feel like having you in me right now. Really bad."
"Gwen, I want to too, but I can't. I have to get ready baby."
She gave me a sad look but I sat next to her, my paw taking her chin and guiding it to my sorrow-filled eyes.
"I'll tell you what, after the race, we'll have passionate sex. Sound good? Just me and you."
A small smile shown on her lips as she said, "Al, I love you so much."
She grabbed me tight and gave me a big hug. I returned the favor and kissed the top of her head.
"I love you too Gwen."
For the next couple of minutes we sat on the floor but was interrupted by the rustling of the door handle.
"Oh shit! Pants!" I said.
I stood up and put them back on quickly. Gwen ran in the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. The RV door opened and I saw the top of my dad's head.
"What the hell are you doing Allan?"
"Sorry sorry, Gwen and I were just..." I trailed off.
"Uh huh, that's what I thought. Better have not been having sex or anything!"
"Dad!"
"Hey, you're a teenager! Can't be too careful!"
I shook my head and said, "Yeah, well I'll be out in a minute."
"Better be."
Dad turned around and left the RV. I turned around and found my duffle bag. I dug in it for a pair of old sweats and a racing shirt. My suit was back at the car trailer.
Gwen opened the door and said, "Shit, that was close!"
"Yeah, thank god we weren't doing the blow job still!"
"No kidding. You off?"
"Yeah. I'm sorry I have to leave you."
"It's no big deal Al. Hopefully Ashley and Jake show up soon so I can talk to them."
"That would be good. So are you just going to stay here for awhile or what?" I asked.
"Imma change clothes. I'm think a tank top with some short shorts and hooker boots. Sound good?
"Gwen, don't dress like a you know what!"
"Hey, I gotta represent."
"Represent what?" I asked.
"You silly!"
"Me? People are going to get the impression that I'm in love with a, don't take offense to this, a slut."
"Maybe, but your mine and I want to show every girl what they are missing out on!"
"Gwen, that's just ridiculous!"
"To you maybe. Me? Not a chance!"
She gave me a kiss and slapped my ass.
"Go get 'em tiger."
I gave her one last kiss. Breaking away, I turned to the door.
"Allan, wait! I want you to have this."
Gwen extended her paw to mine, revealing a necklace.
"It's a good luck charm. If you're in the shit, just remember what you have around your neck. It will help."
"Thanks Gwen."
I took the necklace and placed it around my neck, tucking it under my shirt. I gave her a hug, turned yet again and grabbed my phone, heading out to the track. This was it.
The walk to the pits seemed to take forever. My mind was racing back and forth, I was plain out nervous. I took out my phone and glanced at the time, 12:47.
"Hell, Gwen and I took that long?" I thought to myself.
For the rest of the walk I stumbled along, my paws in my pockets. I kicked at the small stones scattered throughout the parking lot. A breeze kicked up, making dust swirl here and there. I glanced up at the sky, clear and blue. Just the way I wanted it.
I reached the entrance of pit lane and I suddenly remembered about Jake and Ashley. I quickly turned around and walked over the the security booth. The same gal was working here from the previous days.
Approaching her, I said, "Hey, I have two friends and I would like them to get the better seats on this side of the track. That wouldn't be a problem, would it?"
"Not at all. I just need their names." She said in a flustered tone.
"Great! Um, Jake and Ashley."
She scribbled their names down on a piece of paper and stuck it under the counter.
"Alright, you're all set."
"Thanks again." I said as I walked towards the end of pit road.
As I walked around, I noticed the pits were flooded with people. They must have been checking out all of the different drivers and cars. I maneuvered my way around them and reached Trip's area. I paused for a moment and looked over, seeing Trip leaning against his car all alone. Our eyes locked for a quick second but broke quickly.
I raised my head and yelled over, "Good luck."
He gave no response so I gave that as my warning to leave. I walked over to my car and looked some simple thing over. I leaned into the cockpit, glancing at the gauges.
"Finally!" Yelled dad.
He scared me and I jumped up, my head hitting the roll cage.
"Ow! Son of a bitch!" I yelled out in pain.
"Hey, language Allan."
"Sh- ugh, why did you have to scare me?"
"I thought it would be funny, and it turned out to be just that!" Dad bellowed, laughing.
"Ha ha, so funny!"
I rubbed the top of my head. Boy did it hurt. It felt like someone took a hammer and hit me with it. I wiped a tear of pain away from my eye and gave my dad the death look.
"Oh common Al! Laugh a bit!" He exclaimed.
I was about to yell at him when mom came around and said, "Now now boys, what's going on here?"
"Nothing, just some fun." Dad said, giggling.
"I'm sure you are..." Mom trailed off and turned to me. "Now, get your ass going. I knew you would be late! They are about to do driver introductions."
"Okay okay! I'm going!" I said, flustered with the both of them.
I went into the trailer and shut the door behind me. I leaned against it and let out a long sigh. This was going to be a long day. Getting ahold of myself, I walked over to the locker and opened it up, grabbing my racing suit, boots, gloves, helmet and hans device. I quickly changed into the dreadful thing, I was already hot. Just dandy!
The door suddenly opened and dad poked his head in.
"Ready? We need to get the car lined up and then you get to do driver introductions."
"Yeah, I'm ready."
"Good."
He shut the door, leaving me alone. I took the necklace Gwen gave me in my paw and gave it a kiss. I tucked it away under my suit and put on a smile. I opened the door and stepped out. Dad was waiting for me to help him push the car to the starting spot. The butterflies began to swirl in my stomach.
I put the helmet and hans device in the car and grabbed ahold of the steering wheel.
"Alright, I'm ready. Lets push this bitch to where she belongs." I said cockily.
Dad gave me a sour look of disproval but I just laughed it off. The two of us pushed the car to the correct spot with little effort. We stood by the car, taking in everything that was going on around us. Most of the drivers got their cars lined up already and were doing the same thing we were doing.
The sun's heat was definitely getting hotter. I was getting itchy in my suit, scratching my sides in frustration.
"Got ants in your pants?" Dad asked, laughing half-heartedly.
"You know what, I do! It's getting hot just standing here."
"Well, when you get in that car it's only going to get worse, so I wouldn't complain right now."
"Yeah, thanks for the reminder."
He gave me a slap on the arm and an official came over, getting my attention.
He said, "Driver introductions are starting shortly, please make your way to the exit of pit road. (This exit is the one that leads to the racetrack.)"
I gave him a nod and looked over to dad.
"Well, I guess it's time to put on the fake smile and wave to all the people that dislike me."
"Allan, they don't dislike you! Now, put on a good fake smile and greet all of the people that came here to watch the race."
I shook my head and casually walked off to the area where we were needed. It didn't take long before I arrived at the correct area. There was a mosh pit of drivers standing around, talking to one a other. There was a few trucks lined up behind each other, waiting for the drivers to hop in the back. By the looks of it, there would be two drivers to each truck.
I walked up slowly and paused. I folded my arms across my chest and waited for them to call out my name. I wasn't in the crowd of drivers, I just wasn't social enough I guess. It didn't bother me too much though, must of the drivers were very cocky.
The mass of drivers slowly grew less and less until there was only a handful of us left. I felt more comfortable and it wasn't as loud. I could here the announcers voice in the distance.
An official called out, "Alright, Allan Rouse and Trip Longhorn, you're next!"
That instantly got my attention. I couldn't believe that the two of us got stuck together in the same truck ride. What was the chances of that happening?
I put on my game face and walked to the truck, climbing into the bed. Trip was already up by the cab, holding onto the handle that was on top. I made my way over to the other handle and took ahold of it, not wanting to be stuck with Trip. The truck lurched forward and we were off.
I decided to break the silence, "So, this is awkward."
"You could say that again." Trip said in a quiet voice.
I was about to say something else when the announcer called out Trip's name. He put on a smile, whether it be fake or real, and waved to the crowd. I did the same thing. Trip got a few of cheers and whistles, heck, I even saw a sign in the crowd that said 'Go Trip!' I shook my head and the announcer said my name. I got a couple cheers, if that. I swear I heard some booing too, but I just gave them the fake smile.
The rest of the ride around the truck Trip and I didn't talk at all. Reaching the pits again, I felt relieved. I needed to get the hell away from this guy. He still seemed to have a bitter attitude towards me still. The two of us hopped down from the truck and went our separate ways.
I arrived back at my car and saw my parents and Gwen talking.
"Well, how'd it go?" Mom asked happily.
"Oh just wonderful." I said sarcastically.
"Well that's good to hear!" She said.
"Mom, I was being... never mind." I trailed off.
She gave me a confused look but shrugged it off. Gwen came up to me and gave me a tight hug.
"Allan, I have to give you one more hug! I can't help myself."
I gave her the hug back and she broke away. She gave me a kiss on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "There will be more of that later."
A smile forged on my face as she walked back to the side of my car.
"Well, I gotta give you a hug as well!" Mom stammered. "I get so nervous!"
She gave me a bear hug and kissed me on the cheek.
"Mom, don't worry about me!"
"But you know that I do!"
She finally let me go and turned to Gwen.
"Well, we better get a good seat in the grandstands!"
"Okay." Gwen said with a giggle.
The two of them headed off to the pit road grandstands, waving as they did. I shook my head, talk about embarrassing! It always seems that parents can do that to you in public.
Dad looked at me and said, "I suppose you want a hug from me as well?"
"Oh daddy! I thought you'd never ask!"
Dad wasn't expecting that response and laughed. He said, "I'd hit you before you could get one arm around me!"
I laughed at his remark and leaned against the car. I could here the song Thunderstruck playing in the background. I wanted this race to start already.
The music died down and the announcers voice came over the speaker, "Welcome ladies and gentlemen! We are glad to have you here for this wonderful afternoon. Grab a nice cold beer and sit back and relax! Now, if you would, please rise and remove your hats as Emily Jackson sings our national anthem."
There was a quick pause, followed by her voice. I stood still, my right paw on my heart, looking at the flag waving back and forth in the wind. Finishing the song, the crowd roared out in cheers. I couldn't help but smile.
"Time to climb on in." Dad said behind me.
I turned around and extended my paw out to him. He took it in his and shook it hard.
"You'll do fine, now get in that car and kick some ass! I'll be on the radio the whole way!"
"Will do dad. Thanks again."
With that, I climbed into the small space. I put on the hans device and then my helmet. Lastly, I put on my gloves. I sat in the car, waiting for the command. My stomach felt like it could fly away, I was sweating like a pig.
I heard a faint voice and dad leaned in, giving me the thumbs up. I reached over and hit the ignition button, the car roared to life. Dad patted me on the helmet and put up the window net.
"Can you hear me?" He asked through the radio.
"10-4." I replied.
"Good, how are you feeling? Nervous?"
"Yes." I replied, griping he wheel tightly.
"Al, don't be. Just relax and unwind out on the track."
"Okay, I know I can do this. You know what I'd like right now?"
"What?" Dad asked.
"Some music. Why don't they put and actual radio in one of these things? I would use it!"
Dad just laughed hysterically over the radio. Getting ahold of himself, he said, "Al, you wouldn't be able to hear anything! Now, get serious would you!"
"Hahaha! Sorry, I'm golden right now."
"Okay, the pace car is pulling off of pit road. Follow suit, heat those tires up and don't spin them on the restart. Play it cool. I'll be silent on the radio, but I'll let you know when the green drops. Sound good? If you need anything, I'll be listening."
"Sounds good dad."
I put the car in gear and the car in front of me lurched forward. I released the clutch slowly and followed him out onto the track. Now I was nervous. Starting mid-pack, this was going to be interesting.