When You Race with Your Heart...

Jack Lambert got up from his seat and his hand holding the umbrella dropped. He, however, did not feel the rain falling on him or the blowing of the cool wind. He was very hot.

"Okay, kid, okay..."

Martin took off with such vigor that within two seconds he was in front of Don. A better start could not have been dreamed up by him or Jack.

Of course, Lambert was trying not to be biased and was also rooting for Don, who in his own way was his protégé, but Don Alston was about to leave the stable, perhaps to drive for the competition, so with all Jack's sympathy for the guy, it would have been better for the Fergus Stables if Martin had turned out to be the better driver. The start was firmly in his favor.

But Steve's start was not so good. He failed to advance even one position. If someone had been driving behind him, he probably would have overtaken him. Not good.

Jack sensed a black cloud of discontent coming from Karl.