You were the newest and least known racer, though this is your first year you’d placed first or second in every race. Now here you were, in your hometown in East Texas doing a line dance to the song ‘Austin-Dasha’ because your friends wanted to celebrate. This is the first time the boys had seen you even willing to party but here you are, eight beers down with no hint of inebriation singing along.

“Holy cow…” Logan whispered and the others nodded.

The song continued as you dance.