Chapter 3
Caleb gunned the gas as his car turned the corner. He had pushed out from the pack several laps earlier and now raced in first place with two more laps to go. A lime green Chevy approached and drafted behind Caleb as Caleb moved to block him passing from either the right or the left. Caleb shifted gears and accelerated but as he did so he was bumped hard by the Chevy.
“Shit.” His head moved forward and backward from the impact and he now regretted not wearing the head and neck support device. He fishtailed for a second on the hot asphalt and still blocked the car behind him from passing. The checkered flag beckoned him and in the blink of an eye, Caleb crossed first through the finish line. The crowd erupted in a mixture of cheers and jeers for him but Caleb smiled as he took a
