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Three laps to go. He was running fifth. Not bad for a guy they’d written off as “past his prime” in the off-season.

The Short Track Promise

“Copy,” Jake grunted.

Mateo’s eyes were red-rimmed. He looked young. Too young to have that much disappointment on his face.

NASCAR Cup Series (Fictional) Characters: Jake “The Rocket” Reilly (Veteran), Mateo “Mato” Flores (Rookie) nascar fanfiction

Today, the old rocket still had one more burn left in him.

Jake followed in his wake. The leader tried to block, but Jake feathered the throttle, let the car drift up just enough, then cut back down. P2. Three laps to go

Jake smiled. It was a tired, worn-out smile, but it was real. He pulled the rookie into a rough, helmet-banging hug.

They hit the start-finish line at the exact same moment. The Short Track Promise “Copy,” Jake grunted