“I held my line,” Jake replied, pulling off his own gloves. “You left the door open.”
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“Jake… by inches. You got him by inches .” “I held my line,” Jake replied, pulling off
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. “I held my line
The green flag dropped.
The crowd was a blur of noise. Jake let out a breath he felt like he’d been holding since Daytona. He raised one finger out the window—not a taunt, but a salute.
