Chapter 27
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Chapter 27
Theresa leaned into the curve, downshifted, and rammed the accelerator hard.
Her Camry stock car shot high on the track. Lynnwood Washington had just ponied up for a new track and this was the first of a double-header.
And she was in the lead with a lap-and-a-half to go.
Inches off the wall past Turn Three.
Bobby Joe tried to follow, but he’d missed the shift and dropped back the crucial car length.
She dropped across the entire track, nearly clipping #62, which she’d hear about at no end in the bar tonight, and took the inside of Turn Four. A perfect pick. Bobby Joe in his Chevy couldn’t do it and dropped back.
Up one gear, two, she roared beneath the white flag with a four car-length lead.
One lap to go. Nothing ahead of her except the back of the pack.
She opened it up. Tommy and Jane had really tuned the old engine this time and she was going to show them what she could make it do.
One-seventy into the home stretch.
One-eighty.
-ninety.
She held it past the braking point of Turn One at two-ten.
Rode high. Actually left a long swatch of candy-cane red paint on the wall which would piss her crew off.
Hey, winning forgave all kinds of problems. They’d been top five a dozen times, but not top one. Women weren’t supposed to play in this sport, never mind win. Well, she was going to. Right now.
Downshift and let the engine take it all, she rocketed through the slot.
Weaved across the track. Caught Turn Two unawares and was accelerating out of it before it knew what happened.
Bobby Joe had impossibly crawled back onto her hind end.
“You wish, boy-o. You wish.”
She let him draft through Turn Three.
She downshifted a hundred yards early on Turn Four just moments before he’d be making his move. He nudged her rear bumper sharply and she’d have spun if she hadn’t been expecting it. Instead, she took his momentum, was already down a gear for power, and goosed it.
Hard.
She flew through Turn Four and down the Home Stretch.
Slipped beneath the checkered flag a good three car-lengths up.
“Howoooooooooo!” She howled into the microphone and sent Tommy and Jane from cheers into curses over their headsets as she blew out their ears.
Then they howled with her the next time.
“Howoooooooooo! Werewolves in London! Howoooooooooo!”
They were f*****g unstoppable.
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