Fanfiction — Nascar

The reporters swarmed, the cameras flashed, and the trophy was handed over. But as Jake Reilly hoisted that grandfather clock—the iconic Martinsville timepiece—over his head, he wasn’t looking at the crowd.

Jake saw it. Mateo was pushing his car too hard. The rear end of the 99 was wagging like a dog’s tail. He was overdriving it. nascar fanfiction

He was looking at the 99 car, at Mateo Flores, who was already taking notes from his crew chief. The reporters swarmed, the cameras flashed, and the

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. The reporters swarmed