Vincent POV
Dad answered the phone on the first ring.
'Son?' He was asking a question, not a greeting.
'I am fine, Dad. You saw the footage; I stuffed up.' I was more embarrassed by the rookie error than anything else.
'Take the next event off and save it for the final one for the season. That looks like a deep bruise, and it would be best to give it a bit longer to heal. If you don't, you could end up with aches and a possible limp for the rest of your life.' As much as I want to get back on the bull and keep riding, I know Dad is right. I have to look at the long-term picture, and I do not want to cause more damage to my leg. I am on top of the ladder; even if Jonas wins this round, which he should, I am still far enough ahead that he cannot knock me off the top spot.
'I hear you, D
