The mud plugger slowed, evening itself with the big-rig. Nothing else mattered, time seemed to slow.
The very fabric of the universe seemed to revolve around this very moment.
The plugger veered left as He went off the ramp and into the straight-away. The big-rig also veered left, because of the impact.
The force sent it sprawling into the side of a plateau, it was now a matter of staying on track. In his rear view, He saw the rest of the pack, now reduced to five.
They were coming towards Him, but slowly, as though lumbering. Maybe to them He thought, I look like a jet. He swerved around one last rock and accelerated towards the finish ramp. His tire burst. The mud plugger tilted and veered left, He was barely in control.
Inching towards the ramp, He begged the other racers to be far behind Him. He looked back. They weren't far behind. But He wasn't too far behind the finish line either. An inch forward, a look back, another inch foreward. The pack had at least halved the origional distance.
Three feet away. Another inch, now two. The racers were gaining with what seemed like lightning speed. One foot away. Half a foot. Four inches. YES! It was all over. He had won. His mud plugger tumbled off the finish ramp with an awkward helplessness. T
he other racers flew off the ramp, one after another. First a buggy, then an ATV, then the other big-rig. But He didn't care. He had won. . . .
Yes, unfortunatley that was the last chapter. But if you liked it, make sure to tell me what other tracks and/or vehicles you would like to see!