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Mac looks at me and then out the garage. “We know they’ve been messing with the setup.”
“No! This is more. Drake was in the hauler, and he said, ‘It would be a shame if you got hurt out there.’”
“Are you sure?” Mac questions as he punches something into his phone. “Come on, let’s find Saint.”
We head to pit road and look down both sides. After inspection, the cars are lined up by pit box. I glance to my right and see the car covered and waiting. I nudge Mac and point to the car.
“Okay, that means it passed inspection,” he states.
“Yeah, but that still doesn’t mean anything, does it?” I ask, frantically searching for Saint.
“It means it passed inspection, something majorly wrong would have been detected,” he tries to reassure me.
“Okay, I trust you. Please don’t mention anything to Saint then,” I beg.
“I won’t. I’ll go find him, make sure everything was good,” Mac offers as I am pulled away for media, again.
***
Later that day
“Alright, here we go, Haisley. Starting tenth will give us a great chance at winning,” Bud attempts to be nice, which raises the hair on the back of my neck.
“Well, thanks for the words of encouragement, Bud,” I reply into the radio. This road course is a little shitty. The turns require a lot of focus, and the straightaways are positioned in the weirdest places, at least to me.
“Alright, Haisley, we are coming to green after this lap,” Eric notes as I set my switches the way I want them and make sure I am ready to go.
“How’s the car feel, Haisley?” Saint asks over the mic.
“Good at the moment,” I reply. “I’ll let you know as soon as the race gets going.”
We’re all set and ready as the official waves the green flag. I hit the throttle and shift up through the gears as we brake hard into the first turn, which leads to the first straightaway. I come close to losing the back end of the car as we enter turn two. “Shit,” I bark into the radio.
“What’s going on?” Saint questions as I focus on righting the car through the second straightaway.
“Almost lost the car on turn two. I'm fine now.” I focus on the upcoming turns. I make it through three, four, and five without any issues, but coming over the safety barriers through turn six, I lose all control of the car. “Something’s wrong,” I yell into the radio as I attempt to regain control of the vehicle.
“What’s going on?” Saint demands, more desperation in his voice.
“I don’t know. Something is very wrong. I feel like I have no control or traction through the corners. The steering wheel is not cooperating with me,” I explain as I enter into turn eleven. I’m not sure what happens, but all I feel is the car’s back end slide out to the right, and as I try to correct the loss of traction, I lose all steering. The brakes are not responding and the throttle sticks.
“Saint!!!!!!!!!!!!” I scream as the car hurls into the barrier of turn twelve, and I feel it lift into the air. I faintly hear voices over the radio as I am thrust repeatedly in the air. I feel the car roll and slam into something hard, the front end splitting off as everything goes black.
