The Proving Grounds Exhibition – the last lap
Anyone watching the last lap of the Proving Grounds Exhibition knew that when the white flag came out, Drake Stevenson was screwed. It was the polar opposite of the situation he had been in the last time NSSCRA raced on the Proving Grounds – where he was in the middle of a powder keg, trying to figure a way to get around Jeremiah Brooke. But this time Drake was leading as the last lap came out, and there were groups that had gotten together to slingshot their way around the defending series champion.
Right behind the 81 were two of three drivers from Jaguar Racing, Maddison Riley-Jones and Alfonso Mercado. Tsering Chu and Yi Tan from the Sherpa Empire were nearby as well. Drake’s allies, Taylor Stevenson and Rinzi Zakhilwal, were too far back to mount a challenge, but it’d be worth a shot. Waiting in the wings in case things got pear-shaped up front, Lam Chow-Cheung, Gwen Tracer Allison, Shark Suzgar, one of the Cocoabos and Ongmu Yeti, waiting for a possible collision on the last lap.
Drake took one look at his rear-view mirror and shook his head. He could try to block the Jaguar Express coming up on his inside, but doing so would cause a dangerous proposition. What if they weren’t clear? The last thing Drake wanted to do was cause a massive accident, let alone send Riley-Jones flying through the air and into a nearby hospital. He’d make a move to defend but he wasn’t going to cause an enormous accident. Not hardly.
That’s the thing many years of oval track experience gave Drake – was the ability to go as close to the edge of over-aggressive driving as he could, without going over. Without being a hazard to himself or anyone else. His record proved it, too. The only driver he had really moved out of the way with his bumper was Jeremiah Brooke just a few months ago, and even then, Drake would tell close friends that even that was payback for a year before in Jalton.
As the snarling pack of 200-mph monsters rounded the second turn and onto the backstraight, the moves started. Drake anticipated a move to the inside, and as expected, Riley-Jones moved low. But to Drake’s shock, that was a fake – and Riley-Jones went high. The power of the draft allowed her to slingshot right by and take the lead. If Drake dared block, the cars would have made contact. Riley-Jones would have for certain spun in front of the entire pack, possibly taking as many as 20 cars out along the backstraight going into turn three. Or maybe Drake might have spun off to the inside, the car might have lifted off the ground and tumbled end-over-end on the backstraight going into turn three.
Either way, Drake knew he was screwed, the race was over for him as far was winning was concerned. But he still could get second – and he could still fend off Alfonso Mercado. For the last half-lap of the race, Drake had one eye on the road ahead of him, one eye on the rear-view mirror to see where Mercado was. All the while, spotter Banjo Williams, one of those poor bastards tasked with the unenviable task of keeping his eye on his driver and his surroundings, was barking instructions, letting his driver know where the rest of the field was. Fortunately, it worked, and Drake was able to fend off Mercado by about one foot as that snarling pack made it to the line.
You’d think Drake was mad about losing – but he actually wasn’t. The onboard camera caught a smile on his face as he let off the gas. He could respect a good move when he saw it. After the race, he went over to Riley-Jones and congratulated her.
“That was a fuckin’ sexy move you pulled, Riley,” Drake said to Riley-Jones in victory lane, loud enough for the world’s microphones to hear. “Good stuff. Well done.”
A little back in the pack, Taylor Stevenson had a smile on her face too, even though you couldn’t see it through her full-face helmet. It was the first time in several years she had been in an actual competitive race, and damn she did good. About two laps into the race, when she was starting to move her way up through the field – behind Riley-Jones, past Rechois Ghrenzeusen, past Barnabas Mate and past Kizara Mo’aaki, Taylor realized that everything was OK. This was where she belonged. And god damn it, it felt so good.



So to come across the line in 8th – even in spite of hip-checking both Tsering Chu and Yi Tan in that desperate last run to the flag – was a magnificent feeling. To her fans back home, it felt like a victory – that yes, their driver, Taylor – HENDO, they still knew her as – was still that wild, exciting, ultra-aggressive driver they paid to see and felt they got more than their money’s worth.
It wasn’t often late in her first run as a NSSCRA driver to see her smiling, as happy as she was at this moment. After all, that last season for her was marred with trouble, marred with controversy and not in a good way. She felt like she didn’t belong and wanted out. Those feelings were far in the rear-view mirror as she slowly drove down pit road after the race, following the directions of the NSSCRA official behind the wall. She actually felt good about competing again.
And any idea about Team Blue not supporting her went away the second she walked into the Team Blue Center post-race, when she was mobbed by most of the team – mechanics, pit crew, well-wishers. So many of them.
“Where’s Drake?” Taylor asked.
“He’ll be along,” Al Shelton replied. “He’s got to do media for finishing 2nd, but he’ll be along.”
That night, after the grandstands cleared out and after the track closed for the night, Drake and Taylor took a stroll down pit road. Most of the media had left for the evening, or were on the way back home. Most of Team Blue, if they weren’t at a nearby watering hole schmoozing with locals (and getting them to listen to bullshit racing stories from years gone by), were enjoying themselves in the Team Blue Center. Drake and Taylor, meanwhile, were by themselves, and away from all the maddening crowds.
“Well?” Drake asked. “Did you miss it?”
“Yeah,” Taylor responded. “I did. I didn’t realize how much I actually did.”
“I missed you out there too,” Drake said. “Of all the folks I got to race with, you’re the best.”


















































