Who is the Winner?

Harley

“I can’t tell who it is,” Benji said.

“Me neither,” Mason said.

“Give it a second,” I said, leaning forward to brace myself against the barrier as I peered down the road. The sounds of high-performance engines echoed down the street to greet us. I grinned. “It’s him.”

The two cars were closing the distance between them and the finish line fast. They’d made it halfway down the road by the time any other cars even appeared behind them—far behind them.

I knew without a shadow of a doubt that one of the cars was Rick’s.

“It’s gonna be close,” Mason said, his voice strained with nerves.

He wasn’t wrong. The cars were pretty close to each other, but one of them had a bit of a lead, maybe by only a couple of feet, but it was a lead nonetheless. It was the midnight blue car, not the orange one.

I was on my feet, screaming Rick’s name and cheering for him, when his car blew across the line first.

The whole crowd went wild. The Saleen’s brake lights flashed on, and Rick slowed down and p