Sodapop hadn't barrel raced since the injury he got from riding. But, that didn't stop him from going to them.

It was a warm July night, everybody laughing and cheering for the racers while music played over the speakers.

Then, the music quieted as the announcer came over the speaker. Soda was able to see them in the press box.

His vision focused on you and everything slowed, except for his heart—which was beating a million miles an hour.