Trading Paint (Racing on the Edge) (33 page)

“Oh my god, this can’t be happening.” Sway muttered pushing herself further up the concrete banking we were on.

“Well it is.” I leaned into her, blocking any of the shit flying around us from hitting her.

You couldn’t see past a few feet with all the dust and debris.

“You know what? Fuck you, this is your fault.” Sway insinuated, scowling but cuddling into my embrace. I could feel her entire body shaking with fear, which only made me pull her closer.

“Hardly,” I mumbled against her shoulder. It was kind of my fault, not really
...
okay, it was my fault but I refused to take the entire blame for it. I wanted to race at Lakeside Speedway but I hardly thought the weather was my fault.

I was scared. I’ll admit that but that was another thing I refused to admit out loud in this natural disaster we seemed to be having.

Alley was crying hysterically, so was Spencer but not in a normal way. Sway looked pissed and Ryder and Emma were practically on top of each other, screaming. I laughed at the sight of my barely five foot sister clinging to Ryder who was also, barely five feet. Together they almost looked like a normal sized person.

It’s amazing the thoughts that go through your head when you think you’re going to die. I was livid I wouldn’t make it to the Chili Bowl this year, that’s all I cared about. I was also upset that I wouldn’t be able to eat dinner because if I was going to die, I wanted to die on a full stomach. I began to wonder if that was why
people
who were about to be executed got to pick their last meal. It made sense to me now.

When the violent shaking and winds began to diminish, Sway went to get up. Again, I knew nothing about tornados but I was sure it wasn’t safe yet.

“That is a horrible idea.” I told her. “I’m alarmed you’d even try that.”

Just as I said that, a car blew past us, in the air, I might add where Sway almost walked out.

Her wide eyes focused on mine.

“See,” I motioned to the car with my head and then pulled her back in my arms.

Afraid to move, we stayed under there for a good twenty minutes before anyone tried to move again.

Without collecting my thoughts on what just occurred, I asked, “Do you think Burger King will be open?” It was apparent I was in shock.

Sway’s wide eyes met mine again, “Yeah, their sign says they are.” She motioned toward the Burger King sign laying about fifty feet away.

 “That was not at all like the movie Twister,” was the only coherent thing said by Ryder.

Emma was running off pure adrenaline and jumped out of the underpass like popcorn popping to see the wreckage behind us.

“Your enthusiasm is disturbing,” I told her. “We almost died, if you forgot.”

She said nothing, just hopped away.

It’s exhausting being around her sometimes not to mention the fact that we did almost die and I was in no mood for anything cheery. I needed a nap and food.

Devastation was all around us. Cars, houses, people, animals
...
you name it
...
it was in the rubble left in the aftermath. I had no idea what to make of all of it. Everything these people knew in this city was destroyed. Homes they lived in were now relocated. Cars they once drove were in another county
...
it was crazy.

“Where’s Tommy?” Sway asked suddenly.

I spun around, “I thought he was under there with us?”

“Obviously not,”

Just as we began to panic, Tommy came walking up holding a cat in his arms. His hair looked like he let a four-year old little girl style it with pudding and dirt, his clothes not much more than a few pieces of fabric remaining.

“That was
...
a little much.” He said and then sat down in the grass, sighing contently as though he was relieved. I could only imagine. He glanced down at the cat in his arms, purring. “I have no idea how a cat got in my arms but she won’t leave now.”

We had no choice but to laugh at all this, or cry. We chose to laugh and to this day, we still get a chuckle out of Tommy and that goddamn cat.

       After my brush with death in Kansas, my season began to pick up and I saw hope and the end to the season in the near future. It helped that Sway spent an entire two-weeks with me after that.

I was determined not to let what happened before happen again. I questioned my ability and I shouldn’t have. I knew I was good. I don’t mean to sound conceded or be an asshole, but if I could go out and beat my dad of all people at tracks like Eldora and Knoxville where he’s broken records time and time again, that said something about my ability as a driver. There were times when I had an ill handling car but pushed it as far as it could go just to finish.

I was slowly climbing back up in the points.

If someone told me “You can’t” I would say watch me motherfucker. I didn’t like the word can’t. I would have done just about anything to prove them wrong.

We were at Williams Grove for the Morgan Cup Challenge that weekend racing a winged sprint car. I was having a decent night and had qualified second but I had a feeling my night was about to get worse when Alley came up without my helmet.

“I lost your helmet. Wear this one.” And she tossed a silver one my direction.

I’m not superstitious but I have had the same
Troy Lee
helmet for the last few years. I wanted that helmet.

“What do you mean you lost my helmet?” I glared at Alley.

She glared right back.

Being nine months pregnant and a week overdue, I shouldn’t be yelling but if you’ve ever tried to run at a track like Williams Grove without tear-offs, you were fucked.

“That’s exactly what I mean!” she shouted at me and waddled away.

“I don’t understand her at times,” Tommy said shaking his head.

“It’s Alley, she’s a bitch. I stopped trying to figure her out a long time ago. She’s beyond any normal sense of comprehension.” I groaned looking at my spare helmet. “What the fuck am I going to do
...
I don’t have any tear-offs for this one!”

“Sucks to be you,” Alley yelled back over her shoulder and flipped me off.

They all blamed me for that goddamn tornado still. It was not my fault. I couldn’t control the weather.

The night was horrible in and out of the car. Ever try muscling around an 800 horsepower sprint car and keep your vision clear at the same time?

It
ain’t
easy. I ended up with a fifth place finish and was surprised with it. Tracks like Williams Grove were difficult to find a good exit on the corners subsequently causing your car to slide up the track. I must have pegged the outside wall a half a dozen times in the feature but I finished.

I got another surprise when I headed back to the hauler to find my sister-in-law, in labor, in my hauler. If you thought I was picky about urine being in my truck, well, I was no more excited about whatever it was that was about to come out inside there.

All the safety vehicles were surrounding my pit and my first thought was who did my brother get in a fight with but when I saw Alley lying down, I knew she was in labor. Never in my wildest dreams did I suspect that she would have that baby inside there though.

I don’t know who screamed louder, Alley from pain, Spencer from fear, or me, from total disgust at the mess it made in there.

“That was disgusting.” I finally said when they wheeled Alley and the new baby away.

“That was beautiful.” Emma said through her hysterical tears.

“I’m with Jameson,” said Justin who stopped by my pit to make sure I wasn’t in another fight. “That was disgusting.”

I couldn’t step foot inside my hauler after that. All I saw was the blood and obscene amounts of whatever the fuck that was that came out of her. I’d never seen a baby born and now that I just had, even though the paramedics were mostly in the way, the mess it left behind insured me that I didn’t care to see what made that.

Spencer headed to the hospital with Alley while Tommy and I cleaned up. Well Tommy did, I gaged most of the time and then ended up putting the hauler up for sale after that. It was damaged now.

I called Sway later that night and let her know Alley finally had the baby. I had yet to see him but Spencer called and told me he was perfect and healthy. Mom and dad were on the next flight from Mooresville to Mechanicsburg where we were. Sway wanted to come but couldn’t because of school. I felt bad for her and she cried because she couldn’t come.

These were the times that bothered her the most. We were her family and a new addition, Lane Anthony Riley, was added and she wasn’t there. I got to see Lane later that night and he was adorable. He looked similar to Spencer when he was a baby but with Alley’s blonde hair, nose and eyes.

       The following weekend when we were in Concord North Carolina Justin and I took Spencer out for drinks to celebrate his new fatherhood.  Well, Spencer drank. We stole his drinks when the bartender wasn’t looking.

I don’t remember much about what happened that night but when I woke up on the beach, naked, I was concerned.

This wasn’t the ideal situation for a number of reasons. I didn’t know where I was and I didn’t care for the beach for the obvious reason of sand being on my skin, and oh yeah, I happened to be naked.

It couldn’t have looked any worse.

I went to get up to bolt for cover, though I had no idea where I was going to run too and tripped over Justin and a girl, who was also naked.

I’ll admit I looked away from Justin but the
girl,
she was worth taking a double take at.

It wasn’t Ami and I had a feeling he wasn’t going to be happy about it when he realized that something may have happened between them as they looked awfully cozy.

I soon found my clothes a few hundred feet away and then finally, Spencer, curled up with a bottle of rum. At least he had clothes on.

I left all of them on the beach. I had to get the sand off my skin and then figure out what in the hell time it was. I had to be in Lake Odessa by four that afternoon so now was not the time to stall. We weren’t far from a life guard station so I got washed off, spotted the rental car in the distance and then found the guys again.

“I’m so screwed.” Justin looked remorseful. “What the fuck happened last night?”

“Are you serious?” I groaned rubbing the back of my head. “I have no idea where we are let alone what happened.”

“We’re at the beach.” Spencer grunted walking up with a limp.

We both laughed and then stopped when we realized how badly it hurt our heads. “We need to get going.” I told them and washed the last of the sand.

The girl on the beach confirmed what we didn’t want to hear. Though Spencer and I had stayed away from her, Justin did not.

We never did figure out how we all got on the beach but that was the last of our worries when we realized that one, our friend was freaking out that he cheated on his girlfriend and didn’t remember and two, we had to be in Lake Odessa by four. It was seven in the morning and it’s a twelve hour drive to get to Lake Odessa from Concord.

We were fucked.

Our sprint cars were already there since I was driving for Bucky and Justin was driving for Ron Walker by that time but we still had to get there.

That left us with one option
...
calling my dad for a favor. He arranged for a private jet to come get us and we arrived in Lake Odessa with an hour to spare. Jimi didn’t let us get away free. He made us pay for the gas in the jet which wasn’t cheap.

We decided we wouldn’t be drinking alone any time soon after that. Keeping one of the girls around us at all times was pretty much a necessity.

I felt for Justin. He didn’t want to sleep with that girl but his judgment was lapsed and he made a bad decision. He did the right thing in telling Ami though.

Her reaction was to be expected and she did break up with him. I thought Justin felt relieved that he told her the truth but by that point they had broken up. Being away from each other was taking a toll on their relationship already and that seemed to be the final straw.

Ami had just graduated college and had gotten a job in Los Angeles, which meant they pretty much never saw each other unless she was able to fly out to see him at a race.

“I would take you out drinking to relieve the pain
...
but we both know how that ended last time.”

“I don’t want relief
...
I just want to forget altogether.” He grunted kicking his legs out in front of him as he sat in a folding chair next to his hauler. “How could I have been so stupid? I loved her Jameson. I loved her more than anything and I threw all that away in one night.”

After wrecking each other in the Lake Odessa race that night, Justin and I sat in his pit after. Spencer and Tommy strolled up and tossed us a couple of beers and then Ryder, Cody and Tyler found us. The best comfort we could provide for a fellow heartbroken racer was race talk and that we did.