The roar of engines echoes through the LA night. A red Mazda RX-7 screeches to a halt. Dominic Toretto steps out — black tank top, jeans, boots. His silver Jesus piece gleams under the streetlights. He walks with confidence, calm but commanding. I live my life a quarter mile at a time. Nothing else matters: not the mortgage, not the store, not my team and all that bullshit

Ask any racer. Any real racer. It don't matter if you win by an inch or a mile. Winning's winning

I don't have friends I have family