And the Winner Is...

Mason

Sid swerved all over the place to block me.

He took the last corner tight, forcing me to the outside. I lost more ground on him.

We straightened out to take the final straightaway. The finish line was a speck in the distance. I had about a mile and a half to catch him and take the lead.

“Come on,” I yelled, slamming my hand on the steering wheel. “Come on!”

I came up on his right side. It was my best chance. I had a bit more space as we barreled toward the finish line.

I drove hard and opened the Mustang up all the way. The engine roared. Everything thrummed with power. She crept ahead, inch by inch, until my front end was in line with Sid’s.

He jerked his car to the right. I retreated and anticipated his next move. He would do anything to guarantee his win, and there was still plenty of time for me to pass him. I knew he’d try again, and I’d be ready.

I rode in his blind spot an