Down a long country road, past the tall dark pines. The warning signs, telling no one to come through. She lives alone in a small two-bedroom cabin. There was a five-horse stable adjacent to it. That has been empty for some time now. The trails surrounding the property are now overgrown. She hasn't been able to keep up with the growth. On the other side of her cabin was a 40' x 80' x 18' garage with a loft up top. The inside was full of multiple vehicles, from trucks to cars to off road. Though most haven't been touched in a while. A once beautiful, full of life, cheerful home, was now dark, empty and lonely. She sits on the porch, looking over her once thriving home. Everyone knows the story of which why she resides alone, though, as much as they try, she wishes to stay alone.

Today started like any other day. She got up at the crack of dawn, for what, she didn't know. She was always up early, it was imbedded in her blood. For some reason, unknown to her, she had a feeling she needed to go into town today. Normally, going into town was the last thing she wanted to do. She made a list of anything she needed while she was in town. No reason to waste a trip. She grabbed her purse and made sure she had everything she needed. She slipped on her black leather cowboy boots. Near the door was a key box, inside were about ten or more sets of keys. Though only one set was more worn than the rest. The car may be the newest out of the bunch, but it was the one she owned the longest. If anyone were to look at the key's buttons, they would have no idea what was to unlock the car or start it. She grabbed the set of keys and hooked it on her belt loop on the right side of her black size six straight leg jeans.

Her purse over her shoulder, she stepped lightly down the steps of her home and made her way to the garage. She walked through the side door and pressed the large white button to open the garage door closest to her. The sunlight gleamed against the glossy black coat of the car in front of her. A smirk formed on her face, for this was one of her favorite cars to drive. Her hand glided over the hood as she walked to the driver side. She bowed her head as she sat down in the vehicle. The silver Dodge emblem shines up at her. Her foot pushes lightly on the clutch, holding it down while her finger leans into the start button. The car fires up to life. She revs up the V8 engine, seeing as she hasn't driven the fine piece of machinery in a while. Her coarse hands, lathered in lotion, lightly grip the steering wheel. Her chest starts to heat up, her hands quivering, as she takes her right hand and lightly wraps it around the shifter. She looks out, a smirk forms on her face with second gear in mind. Her foot turns to lead, pushing down the clutch. Without thinking, she brings the shifter back. Skipping first, wanting second, she side steps the gas, one foot on the clutch, her toes touching the break and heel pounding the gas, the engine screaming to go. She snaps the clutch, the transmission starts to wind, differentials start to lock, tires squealing as they let go. Smoke starts filling the garage, seeping out the opening. She lightly takes her toes off the brake, walking her spinning tires out in the dirt. Dust kicking up behind her as she takes the turn to head out. 

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In the small town of Drover, people walked around, going about their day. It is an older town. Hasn't modernized with the rest of the world. Sure, some things had been upgraded with time. The old lady who ran the general store had all the newest gadgets. The mechanic across the way, is now able to work on the newer fancy cars, with his apprentice helping. Today seemed to be a normal day like any other. That was until a 2008 Pontiac GTO with a 6.0 engine pulled up to the shop. The doors opened, and two men stepped out. Both were equal in height, around six feet. One had sleek golden clipped hair, which he ran his hand through as he stepped out of the car. His black Ray Bans covering his eyes, making it difficult to tell what color they were. He was smooth-shaven against his sculpted jaw line. He had a natural blush on his high cheekbones. Yellow and black plaid flannel lay open over a black tank top, covering his well sculpted torso. A black pair of jeans, that hug his hips and black high tops finish the look. The other man to step out had caramel brown hair. Not much longer than the other man, and not as sleek, more windblown and messier. He reached and flipped up his black Ray Bans to the top of his head, showing off his smoky gray eyes. He had the same sculpted jaw line and high cheekbones as well. Though, instead of smooth-shaven, he some stubble covering the lower part of his face. He was wearing a red and black flannel, buttoned up, but leaving the top two open, covering his tone torso. He was also wearing a black pair of jeans and black high tops. They were siblings if not twins. They looked to be in their late 20s. One looked at the other as they closed the doors to the car.

The one wearing the red flannel opened the door to the service office of the shop. He held it opened for the other man to walk though. No one was at the counter when they walked in. A small bell went off notifying the guys in the shop that someone did come in. After a few seconds, an older man walked in wiping his hands off with a red rag. "What can I do for ya?" He questioned, setting his hands on the counter. He looked the two men up and down as they walked closer. "We got a flat while driving through, put on the spare, but it won't get us very far. Think you could fix the old tire or put a new one on?" The man in the red flannel asked. The one in the yellow stayed in the back ground, looking at the items hanging on the wall. "I'm sure I could do that. It might not be the same tire you got on it now. But it will get ya to where ya going?" The older man said. "That's no problem, thanks..." said the man in red, eyebrow raised, looking pointedly. "Jimmy, you?" Jimmy asked. "I'm Sam and that's my twin Sean." He told pointing at his brother, who gave a small wave.

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The drive home for her was a silent one. So, focused on what happened she didn't even bother to turn on the music. Her only focus was to get home and probably go to bed. Today was enough of a challenge for her. The long stretch of road was empty. She let her foot press down a little harder than she should. Letting the engine open wide. It was music to her ears. She missed the old days, but there was no way she could go back. Her motivation was long gone. Her reason for driving was no more. Racing used to be her passion, her everything. Until the fateful day, her motivation never showed up. She mentally slapped herself for remembering, for bringing herself down. She tore down her driveway, not slowing down for the curves. She drifted in at an angle parking in front of the garage. The garage opened for her and she turned around to back her black beauty inside for the night.

Once she got inside, she threw her purse and keys on the table near the door. Kicked off her boots and went into the living room and fell onto the brown leather couch in the middle of the room. She turned, so she could lay down, her head rested on the arm rest. She rubbed her eyes, hard enough that she began to see stars. She laid there for what seemed like hours. Memories flying through her mind. The past was coming back to her and she didn't like it. She was trying to forget those times. They were the best times of her life, but that's what makes the ending even more tragic. The pictures on the wall showed the stories. Not that anyone saw them. She stared at those pictures all day. Recreating the memories in her mind. She imagined herself back in time. The wind blowing in her hair as she stood near the track. Taking in the smells, the sounds. Other racers on the track already, getting ready. She wasn't ready to get out there yet. She never went out without her lucky charm. Her daughter. She wasn't here yet. Mac's mother and father were on their way with her. "Mac! You got to get ready!" Her brother, Nate yelled to her. "Have they showed up yet?" She yelled back. "They are pulling in now!" With that she turned and walked back into the pit. She started to pull on her jacket. It was blue with golden yellow accents. Her number, 77, sporting on the back. "Mommy!" A small squeaky voice yelled from behind.

A short strawberry blonde hair girl with two pigtails on the top of her head, came running up the Mac, arms spread out wide,tackling her to the ground. Mac gave a grunt as she landed on her back. Her eyes opened to see two deep ocean blue eyes staring at her. A bright smile coming from the small girl's lips. Mac couldn't help the grin that formed on her face. Staring at the beautiful young lady on top of her. "Hi mommy." She said giggling. "Hi Kimberly." Mac giggled back. "Kimberly, mommy has to get out on the track!" She heard her brother shout. "Mommy you have to get out on the track, what are you doing on the ground?" Kimberly laughed as she got up and ran to her grandparents. They were to take her up to the stands to watch the race. Mac quickly recovered and tried to get the smile off her face as she got into the car. Though it was always difficult, that little girl was her good luck charm. She always brought a smile to her face. She jumped in through the open window, put her harness on, then her blue and gold helmet and started the engine. It vibrated beneath her as it hummed to life. 

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After the boys finished eating, they paid their check and made their way out of the diner. Though, not without getting some pictures taken for the diner and some of the customers wanted a few as well. The boys didn't mind. They loved taking pictures with their fans. They may be terrors on the track, but they are big sweethearts on the sidelines. They started to walk out, tell Sean saw something catch his eye. He stopped fast, causing Sam to run into him. "Hey man." Sam barked from behind Sean. "Look at this picture, it's her." He said, turning to his brother for confirmation. Sam moved next to him and looked at the photo on the wall. It was a picture of a dirty blonde hair girl, leaning against a blue and golden race car. She was holding onto a little girl probably around age 8. Her arms were wrapped around her tight, both wore huge smiles, showing off their snow-white teeth. Their eyes bright with life and happiness. The women's long hair hung over her shoulder, bangs lightly covering her eyes. Her eyes were a vibrant ocean blue. Her rosy red cheeks showed her youth, she also had a small dimple on the right side of her smile. The small child had to be her daughter. Same ocean-blue eyes matched her mother's perfectly. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back into pigtails, short bangs covering her forehead. She had the same dimple as her mother. Two beautiful girls, happy.

"That's her, Sean." Sam agreed staring at the picture just as hard as his brother. "I remember her, but I can't remember her name. We raced with her once." Sam continued. He looked up at his brother, Sean looking down at him. Sean looked back at the picture, his eyes glanced down and below were two names. 'Victoria 'Mac' Mackenzie and Kimberly Mackenzie' "It is her, I didn't know she had a kid though." Sean wondered. "That's cause she passed away about 10 years ago." A low women's voice was heard behind them. They both turned around and saw an older woman maybe mid 50's standing at the podium. Her graying black hair up in a neat bun. Her glasses set nicely over her deep brown eyes. Wrinkles under her eyes and around her lips, showing her age. "What do you mean?" Sam asked. "Victoria's parents, the ones who started the Mackenzie race that's being held this weekend, her brother, who was her crew chief, and her daughter were all on their way to Mackenzie's race and they never made it. They were hit by a semi that ran a stop sign." The older women said sorrow filling her voice. "If her brother was her crew chief, why wasn't he at the race with her?" Sean asked moving closer to the women. The older women frowned, she took off her glasses and wiped away a few stray tears. "He was waiting on something and couldn't leave with her when she left for the race. She had someone able to take his place, if he didn't make it in time." The women stated. 

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The twins had been walking up and watched the whole confrontation, between Mac and the man who tackled her. It angered them both that someone thought they could do that to her. Sam wanted to rush in and beat the man senseless. They didn't know who he was, for all they knew the man could be her boyfriend. They followed into the arena, trying to eavesdrop. After the two separated, they went to follow Mac and try and talk to her. Before they could go any further, someone stopped them. "You know its rude to eavesdrop." A husky voice came from behind them. They turned quick on their heels to find the owner of the voice. It was the man Mac had been talking too. "What makes you think we were eavesdropping." Sean shot him a glare. "Because I'm not stupid. I could see you two creeping up behind us." Derek spats. "I know who you are. Stay away from her, she doesn't need the past coming back." He warned to two racers. "If she doesn't need the past coming back, why does she continue to come to this race every year?" Sam questioned him, crossing his arms and glaring at him. "That's none of your business." Derek glared right back. They stood there for a few more moments, glaring at each other, scowls on their faces.

"Derek!" A voice calls behind them. Derek ignores the voice and continues the glare. "DEREK!" The voice calls more aggressively. "You're lucky we are in public. Stay away from Mac." He warned one last time, turning to the voice calling him. Sam and Sean watched him walk away and saw that it was Jimmy, the mechanic that helped them out earlier that week. They noticed how similar the two men looked. "Must be dad and son." Sean suggested. Sam nodded in agreement. "Let's go." Sean said and the two of them went off in the direction they saw Mac go. They were stopped here and there, people wanting autographs or just to say hi. Some men they raced with, wondering why they were here and not at the big race in L.A. "We got a flat and found out about the race here and wanted to check it out." Sam explained. "You guys would never just stay for some hodunk race like this. There is another reason. I know you to better than that." Gerry Hamlet, retired racer and now a coach for Ford racing company, inquired, looking questionably at the twins, who were putting on fake smiles, trying to be convincing. They weren't convincing anyone.

"Come on, we can't take a break and see how a hometown race is held." Sam lied. "Don't lie to me boy. Why are you here?" Gerry said pushing the question at them. "Okay there is this girl." Sean gave in, causing Sam to give him a smack on his shoulder. "Really? You let a girl convince you to stay here?" He said surprised at the answer. "No, she's not just any girl. We only raced with her once and she disappeared after. If you're here, you probably know her. You've also been around the racing world longer than us." Sean stated. "You calling me old, boy?" Gerry asked, his voice turning angry, stepping close to Sean. "No. No. We would never do that." Sam said trying to hide the sarcastic tone in his voice and stepping between Gerry and Sean. Gerry crossed his arms, not before taking a swig of his beer, waiting for his answer. "Victoria 'Mac' Mackenzie." Sam said with a sigh. "You two are going after Mac!" He yelled at the two-dumbass standing in front of him. They both nodded, leaning back, scared of the short man in front of them.

"Do you guys know her story? Do you know why she quit racing? Why she can barely talk to any of us anymore?" Gerry began to say, his voice rising. "Judy at the diner told us the story. We are sorry for her lose, but It's been ten years and we want to help her. Maybe she just needs a push to get back out there. She was a great racer." Sean explained, emotions pouring into what he was saying. He sincerely wants to help her. "It's not that easy." Gerry sighed, scanning his eyes over the crowd. The twins looked over at each other, frowns on their pretty faces. "Her only reason for racing was her daughter. She had started before then, because of her father, but after she had Kimberly. It was for her and she started to really enjoy it at that point." Gerry tried to explain. "Who is Kimberly's father? Was he in the picture?" Sean ask curiously. Gerry thought about the question, took a swig of his drink then answered. "You know. I don't know. I'm going to assume no. Just because I never saw a guy with her and she always had Kimberly with her. Always." He answered. 

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The first race was getting ready to begin. Twelve cars lined up at the starting line. Mac stared intently at the cars below. She wasn't looking for any car in particular. She wasn't sure what she was looking for. Possibly a memory, possibly a part of her old self. "So, who are you going to let win this year?" Derek asked with a chuckle, leaning against the car, arms on top of the car, looking in as the women in the driver's seat of the 2006 Ford GT. It was a beautiful royal blue with golden metallic speckles. She raced this beauty every year on the dirt track. She didn't want to be too fast for the other racers. "Who says I'm goin to let anyone win?" She replied with a cheeky grin. "All racers to the starting line." Called the announcer. "Well that's my cue." She said putting her helmet on. "Aw no good luck kiss." Derek teased. She gave a fake laugh and he made his way to his car.

Mac wanted to smile at the memory, but she couldn't let the smile out. She couldn't bring herself to actually move her lips. She leaned forward, her elbows on her knees, chin on her knuckles. The announcer called out the cars and their drivers as they got ready to start. The yellow flag was being waved. "And their off!" Yelled the announcer as the green flag began to wave. The roars of the engine signaled the drivers flooring the gas pedal. Exhaust fumes flooded the clean air, a smell Mac had become to love over time. She watched as the racers challenged each other to take the lead. Some began to weave in between other cars, heading towards the front of the pack. The crowd cheering as one racer began to take the lead. She gave a slow clap, keeping her hands close to her chest, elbows on her knees. It's not that she wasn't proud of the drivers, she just didn't have the energy or the motivation to jump and cheer like the rest of the fans. Derek was cheering and whooping for the drivers. Calling out names, as he knew most of them. She did too, but it was a different feel for her. She hadn't spoken to many of these people in quite some time. Very few got the pleasure of her speaking to them. She continued to stare down at the track, as the cars went around and around.

Sam and Sean had found a spot to sit in the same stands as Mac, looking back at her every once and while. They noticed how she barely showed excitement for the race. How she wears a frown like a crown. They saw her clap every now and then, but it had no meaning behind it. It was a hard sight to watch. Sam leaned back, watching the race and cheering on some of the racers every now and then. He had yet to pick a favorite. Sean was barely paying attention. All his attention was on the women behind him. He so desperately wanted to talk to her. "Why do you think this town is so against us talking to her?" Sean finally spoke, having to raise his voice so his brother could hear him over the roaring crowd and loud engines. "Honestly I'm just as confused as you are about that. I mean I understand why she quit racing, but it's been ten years. I think she needs a change of pace and maybe it would help her move on." Sam suggested. Sean nodded in agreement. It was going to be hard to get near her with all these people around her.

The racers drove around the dirt track, kicking up dust as they went. There were two fighting up front for the lead. Only two more laps to go. As they were rounding a corner, a car in the middle of the pack, popped a tire, causing him to lose control of the vehicle. He swerved into the car next to him. The car behind him couldn't get out of the way in time, causing his car to collide with the ones in front. The crowd gasping at the sight. They all seemed to skid to a stop. They all seemed to be just fine until one of the cars began to light up. Fire springing from the engine. Fire crews jumped the fences to get on the track and put the fire out. The drivers were all able to get out of their cars in time. This was not starting out good, if they already had an accident. That would cause bad luck for everyone. The firemen got the cars out of the way and the race was able to continue. Only one more lap to go.

Time was flying by as they watched race after race. After the first accident, there was only one other one. Luckily, no one had to go to the hospital. At one point, Mac had gotten up to make her way down the stands. Derek stayed up top. The twins saw her begin to leave, seeing this as their chance to talk to her. They waited tell she was down, then started to sneak their way out. They got down to the tunnel entrance and saw her walking out to the parking lot. A few people stopped her here and there. She looked uncomfortable talking to the people she used to know so well. After she got done chatting, she was alone again. They walked behind her for a few steps before they decided to call out her name. "Mac!" Sean yelled. She whipped her head around after hearing her name. Her eyes widened, and her expression looked shocked. They jogged to catch up to her. She looked up at them, trying to get her composer back. "Hi" Said Sam, "I'm Sam and this is my brother Sean. Do you remember us, by chance?" She looked away nervously from the two and her hands began to fidget.

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She slides her hand across the roof of the car, stopping right in the middle of the driver side window. Leaning up on her tiptoes, she sits on the door frame, then brings her legs over, getting them inside the vehicle, then she slides the rest of the way in. She lightly lands in the driver seat, letting herself sink into the seat, getting comfortable in the worn-down cushions. One hand glides over the steering wheel, while the other wraps tightly around the shifter, closing her eyes. Memories flash in her mind, from when she used to race. From the cheering crowd, to the finish line. The moments when she wasn't sure she would win, it would be nose to nose, then giving it just a bit more and it would be a win. Pulling into the pits after the victory lap, getting out of the car as fast as she could, her beautiful little girl, running to hug her hero. Those were some of the best moments of her life. Those moments she wished she could get back. If it were only possible to go back in time.

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"Welcome to the last day of the Annual Mackenzie races. We have our winners from yesterday racing head to head for the win. Noon will be the kid's races, from toddlers in their power wheels, 6 and older racing in their costume-built cars. Should be a good day of races. First race begins in one hour." The announcer greeted. People were still walking in, finding seats. Some people thought this day was better than the first day. The kid's races were always fun to watch. The younger kids with their little supped up power wheels, racing in a small circle, so cute to watch. The older kids got to drive on the dirt track, building most of their cars with the help of their parents. Those races wouldn't be until later in the afternoon. Morning fun were the championships from yesterday's races. Those drivers were getting ready now, excited for a good run.

Sam and Sean were still lounging in bed at the bed and breakfast. That was until they heard commotion going on outside their door. Sean was the first one to pop up out of bed. He looked at the clock on the bedside table. "Shit!" He yelled. He then proceeded to grab one the of the pillows on his bed and throw it at his brother, who was still snoring. "Hey!" Sam yelled, grabbing the pillow and chucking it back, missing his brother by a mile. "We got to get up, it's almost eight." Sean barked struggling to pull his pants up around his ass. Sam slowly got up and out of bed and walked to the bathroom. Sean was getting ready in a rush, hurrying, wanting to get to the track, hoping he wasn't too late. Sam took his time to shower, dry and comb his hair, brush his teeth, and whatever else a man needed to do. Pounding came from outside the door, an aggravated voice telling him to hurry up. "Yeah, yeah, yeah." Sam grunted. He rinsed out the sink and walked out of the bathroom, Sean running in before he could get out of the way. Sam gave him a disgusted look as the door was slammed in his face.

Once ready, they made their way outside and started their way to the track. They made note of the new cars coming in. They noticed an oversized truck rolling in, pulling a large car trailer behind with a power wheels car. It was black with painted blue flames across the sides. It obviously was overkill with bringing the small car here, but it was entertaining to watch go by. Sam pulled out his iPhone and made sure to get a good picture. They made their way down to the entrance of the track, both keeping an eye out for Mac's car. Though, they both doubted she would come today, after yesterday's fiasco.

Meanwhile, across town, out in the country, down a winding driveway, the once lifeless home was now showing some movement. Cars and trucks were parked around the large garage, almost clearing it out completely. Inside, pulled up to the middle of the area was the gleaming sight of 'Her Royal Highness'. She was held up on a lift about six feet in the air. Underneath stood Mac, her hair up in a high ponytail, full of dirt and grime. Her eyes dropped from exhaustion, her flawless face was covered in grease and oil. She took one more glance up at her hard work and began to wipe her hands with a red rag that she got from the back pocket of her blue coveralls. It had been a long night for her and 'Her Royal Highness'. There were different wrenches, sockets, and other tools weighing down her pockets. She walked over the large deep blue tool box, that sat on the side wall, carefully cleaning each tool before she put them in the right order in the drawers. After she finished putting them away, she wiped her brow and began to lower 'Her Royal Highness' to the ground. Lowering the lift all the way down, then she moved the lift arms out from under the beauty.

She walked around the vehicle, taking a good look at her. She got to the driver side, holding her breath, she hopped in. Mac stuck the key into the ignition, then reached for the toggle switches, that were stationed where the radio would be, to start the speed demon up. The closer she got, the more she shook. She never thought she would be starting it again, let alone sitting in it. She closed her eyes, squeezing them shut. She flipped the first switch, then the second, she let out a deep breath before hitting the last switch. The high-end race car started to sputter, wanting to start, but needing a little more motivation. Mac gave a low growl and tried again. This time the sputtered for a bit, then began to roar to life. She opened her eyes, a small smile forming on her dirty face. 'Her Royal Highness' shook beneath her. Holding onto the steering wheel, she gave her a little gas. The loud rev echoing throughout the garage. "Oh, how I missed that sound." Mac whispered to herself. Part of her wanted to take her for a spin, but the other part wasn't sure if she should. "One little drive wouldn't hurt."

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*2 days later*

The trip had been a long one. Most of them hadn't been on such a long drive since the last race Mac went to. The track she would be racing at, is the same track she ended her career at. It wasn't until one of the crew members pointed it out, that Mac realized the correlation. It made her sick to her stomach, once they pulled up just outside the gate to the pits, another wave of sickness came over it. She stopped the truck half a mile before they hit the gate, pulling over to the side of the road. Her head began to spin, her heart began to beat faster, it was getting harder for her to control her breathing. She clutched her chest, trying to slow down her breathing. Her vision began to blur. She made herself lean back, hoping the dizziness would fade fast. "Need me to drive?" Jimmy asked, putting a hand on her shoulder, looking at her in concern. He knew she was nervous, no need for her to tell him. She looked over at him, her breathing began to slow, and she shook her head at him. "No, I'll be fine. I need to do this." She leaned forward and put the truck in drive.

Just a few hours before Mac had showed up at the track, the twins pulled in behind the trailer hauling their race cars. They pulled into the pits over to their garage, getting ready for the race. As they got out of their car, they got bombarded by some of the new rookies. "So is it true you guys met Mac." One of the rookies asked. Sean gave an annoyed groan. "Yes, we did." Sam said with a smile. "Did she give you guys any tips. Was she as cool as she sounds?" Another rookie asked. "Yeah she was fantastic now leave us alone." Sean growled. The two rookies flinched back. "Just ignore him. He's just mad that she didn't fall for him like every other girl." Sam chuckled. The two rookies busted out laughing, making Sean scowl and stomp off. "Why is he angry? You guys were able to get her back in the race." One expressed to Sam. Sam looked at him in confusion. "What are you talking about? If anything, we made it worse. She's not racing today." Sam scoffed. The two looked at each other then back at Sam. "Are you sure? Everyone is talking about it. Anyway, we'll see you guys on the track. Good luck." The two sauntered off back to their respected garages.

Sam watched the two walked off, rubbing his head in confusion, he walked into the garage to find Sean. There was no way, the way she acted, she would be coming here. He found Sean in the back, getting his uniform on. Sam grabbed his and started to change as well. "Sean, I just found out some interesting news." Sam said taking his shirt off, showing his tone chest and abs. "Oh yeah, what?" Sean asked, his back to his brother, buttoning up his shirt. "The rumors going around is that your girlfriend is showing her face at the track and maybe even racing again." Sean looked over his shoulder before turning and facing his brother with a confused look. "I don't have a girlfriend. What are you talking about." "I'm talking about Mac." He gave his brother a sly grin. "Don't fuck with me, bro." Sean pointed a finger in Sam's face, a low growl emitted from his throat. "I ain't fucking with you. Supposedly she is racing today. I guess we will find out soon enough." Sam finished "I'll believe it when I see it." He shoved his brother out of the way and went to do prechecks on his car. Sam leaned against the wall, grinning from ear to ear.