Opening scene: A California raceway. There is a stock car race going on and the announcer speaks of a rookie racer.
Announcer:
And today we have the pleasure of seeing rookie driver, David Stey's first pro race of his career. He is the son of the now retired Terry "Superman" Stey. Lets hope that he can keep up the almost flawless family tradition.
David:
You hear that dad?
Terry:
Just think of finishing, David.
David:
I'm not going to settle for second best.
Terry:
No, your going to settle for what you get. No risk you hear?
He does, but doesn't listen. He accelerates and cuts closely between two cars.
Terry:
David back off. You don't need to crash. You do and its your ass.
He still doesn't listen and continues to try to get the win.
Announcer:
Stey is going all out. Although, one may worry if he may be pushing it too hard for his lack of experience.
Terry:
Davie, I'm not going to tell you again.
David:
I can do this
It shows him pushing in the clutch and shifting and accelerating.
Announcer:
Stey's going for it!
Terry:
David!
David is right on the tail of the second car. He tries to pass it by it at every which way. The car cuts to the left just as David is even with the back bumper. This causes the cars to touch and David starts to spin to the left.
Announcer:
Stey's lost it! He's spinning out of control! Let's just hope he can avoid the wall!
He continues to spin, parts flying all over, until he crosses the finish line. The car continues on until about a few hundred feet past the line. A team goes out to get him out of he car, he's fine, and a very angry Terry comes over. David turns to walk away from him.
Terry:
David you do not walk away from me.
David keeps walking away, but Terry grabs hold of his arm and jerks him around.
Terry:
You're acting like a child
David:
I'm acting like one because you treat me like one.
Terry:
That's what you think?
David:
You're damn right that's what I think. I wouldn't say that unless I meant it.
Terry:
I'm treating you like someone that doesn't know what's going on that well. David, I know what things are like. You've got to wait for the right chances. Today wasn't your day and I knew that.
David:
I don't take chances, I make my own. I'm twenty-two years old for Christ's sake
Terry:
Twenty-two years old. Yeah, okay big shot go. Get out there and make your own chances.
David:
Fine! I'm gone
He throws his helmet tot he ground and we see it hit and bounce up in the foreground as he walks of in the background.