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I shifted into 2nd. The car jolted forward and I picked up on him. I was a nose ahead. My speedometer was buried, I could hear it over revving, I felt heat from the dashboard. I shifted into third, and the speedometer broke. I was half a car ahead. My window was adjacent to the nose of his car. He was accelerating. Last time I raced him he ran out of gears way before I did. I was still a nose ahead.
There was the finish line, it was there, and then it wasn’t in an instant. VOOSH! I won. I won, I knew I won. Just barely.
I slowed down. Monroe had his blue underglows on and I spotted them immediately. He was parked in a Wendy’s parking lot just past the movie theatre. I didn’t have time to stop, so I passed it, and did a U turn.
When I pulled in the crowd was in a circle, but they quickly turned around and cheered and yelled. I parked my car and opened the hood. The engine was blazing hot, it needed to cool down. Don’t get me wrong, it was fine, I just felt like it needed a bit of a break is all. It was pushing it hard out there. The crowd gathered around me, they kept their distance though, giving me some space.
Just a little while ago people were talking down on me, and now they were praising me. I could here things like “I knew he was gunna win,” and “Oh yeah, American muscle.”
I was shaky from all the adrenaline. I took a deep breath in, and exhaled, “Wooooo, what a ride.”
The crowd cheered again, Monroe walked up to me with a girl at his side. She had long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Monroe handed her the money, then she handed it to me and said “That was some race, it was very clear that you won.” She must have been the girl Monroe called Molly. I held the money in my hand. I stared at it long and hard. I almost gave it back, I felt like I cheated even though it was a fair race. Just the thought of what I was doing was illegal made me feel a little guilty. Then I thought, I could use this money. I need this money. Maybe my dad and me could buy a house, with a real garage. I had big dreams, believe me, I dream big. I looked up, “Where’s Johnny?” I asked. The crowd laughed.
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