The others and I shot onto the track. The racers hit each other hard and one fell off the track already. I was able to make it out, but in these races to get out there's only two places to go: the lead, or in last. The crimson glare from number 34's thruster blasted him into out of the fray, but I didn't let that last. I hit him with everything I had and he lost traction, making him spin out. I went on to catch up with the leaders, but 39 got right in front of me, making me almost touch him.
I tried going left, but he did that also. Then I went right, but that didn't work either. Then I got an idea, if I could get so close to the edge, I'm almost falling off, then he won't go any further. I drove right next to the wall, and he got so close too fast that he fell off the track. I got to his position, but I wasn't in the lead yet.
I was in third place so I only had two people to put up with. The problem was, they were already far in the lead. That moron that was holding me back wasn't trying to win, he was just slowing me down so I wouldn't win. And by the looks of it that would be hard. The only way I could is to take the ramp of death, as they called it. It could boost you in the lead if you were a lap behind. But it was almost impossible.
I went around the curves and the loops and all of that jazz. It didn't take that long to get to the last lap and I had almost caught up with 2nd and 1st. Then, I saw the ramp. I hadn't used my boost yet and that was the only way I could make it. The ramp was long but the gap was even further. The hard, cold asphalt hadn't been heated in years since no one dared jump over the half-mile gap. But I just laughed.
I drove as fast as I could onto the ramp and flew off. I saw I wasn't on anything and that I had to do this. Now. I had to cross this Rubicon. Throw all caution to the wind. I pressed the boost and I shot into the air. I could hear the crowd just stop, in utter silence as they watched me soar over the gap. I had to land at the right spot, or I might fall off the edge. I landed right on the center, but was swaying. I was losing control, until I spun out and hit 43, first place! He got knocked off and I gained control, drove past the finish line and won the race.
I pulled into the victory circle and the entire crowd cheered for me. They chanted, "Blake! Blake! Blake!" My reward was 50 grand and I got to go to Port Town, thus being part of the Grand Prix. I could help Gurt and could win 10 million if I won the Grand Prix. I could be set for life and finally, I could be debt free and have a real house. Finally, I found something I could do for a living.