Clark and Sophie walk into the stands hand in hand. Sophie is wearing an extremely short mini skirt and a white tube top, leaving no curve to the unimaginable. Clark can't hide his smile as this girl is all his. They walk up to the top of the stands and sit down.
"I'm glad I'm here with you." Sophie tells him.
"Me too." Clark says and kisses her lips.
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The sprint cars go out on to the track as the announcer introduces them. The lineup is inverted as it starts, with the fastest cars in the back. Jake starts last and flies up through the field. He wins his heat race easily. Two other heat races run after that with mostly drivers Clark doesn't know. The next race is the feature race. This determines the winner of the night.
Jake starts out on the pole and starts to drive away with it. The first few laps are uneventful but then trouble strikes. The #6 car on the bottom runs up on to the #39 car in front of him and #6's front end launches into the air. The #6 car flies into the car above him, causing both of them to start flipping up the track. The cars stop upside down and another car doesn't see this, piling into the wreck. The race is yellow flagged as they clean up the wreck.
Jake leads the rest of the race, but ends up getting passed near the end. The checkered flag waves as the blue and silver #21 of Danny Kindell crosses the finish line. Jake Fareless finishes in second place.
Next up, are the late models. Clark doesn't know any of these drivers, so he randomly picks a blue #67 to win.
"So, which one Clark?" Sophie asks Clark.
"That blue #67 car over there." Clark points.
"You're just picking at random?" She asks.
"He started in the back, so he should be fast." Clark answers.
"I bet you a kiss your wrong." She smiles at him.
Sure enough, Clark was right. By the end of the race, #67 of Craig Thompson got up to second where he finished.
"Guess I don't get that kiss, then?" Clark asks, disappointed.
"Oh, come here." She says and pulls him to her, kissing him.
"That always works on you." Clark says with a grin.
"Oh shut up." Sophie tells him and shoves him. The race starts and Clark focuses on the #67 car, putting his super hearing to the test. He can hear what the team is saying on the radio.
"Pace yourself, Craig. There is still 50 laps to go in this race." The crew chief tells his driver.
"I can't help it. There is something with the throttle. It's sticking." The driver complains.
"Just take it easy. If it gets any worse, bring it in. We can't have it get stuck and put you into the wall." His crew chief tells him. Clark can tell that there is a problem by how he can't keep a constant speed. Even with all these problems, with 25 laps to go, he's in third catching the leaders.
"Looks like I was right all along." Clark smiles to Sophie.
"Yeah, we'll see." She responds.
"I'm going to watch down at the bottom for a minute." Clark tells her and rushes down the stands down to the wall.
Two laps to go and he is right behind the leader. Clark listens back in.
"It's getting worse!" Craig yells.
"One more lap to go, just hold on." The crew chief tells him. Clark watches carefully as he rounds the last corner, side by side with the leader.
"The throttle is completely stuck!" Craig yells as his car is sliding dangerously sideways. He turns the wheel towards the wall to correct the car, but it with the throttle stuck, the car heads full throttle into the wall. Right where Clark is standing. Clark has to think fast. He could just stand there and let the car crash into him, shielding it from the spectators sitting behind Clark. But too many people would see. He can't just let those people get hurt… What can he do?
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