13. Chapter 13
Chapter thirteen
I ’ve been teasing our social media platforms with hints of a huge announcement S a little privateer team that is racing for podium wins and recognition within the American Drift League on no corporate sponsorships. I see so much of my own journey reflected in theirs. The yearning, the goals, wanting more than what is offered, and going after it tenaciously in the face of adversity.
“You are a part of this team. A fucking huge part that is finally bringing good things to us. Having companies send us parts to fix the Supra has been a huge help and lifted the financial burden of rebuilding a bit. Without you, none of that would have been possible.” Paul reaches over and squeezes my hand. “And you gave us a car to use in the meantime. We couldn’t have asked for a better addition to our team than you, Shelby. You’re a godsend and we’re so thankful for you.”
Tears well in my eyes, the sentiment and emotions from this conversation coming to a head. I guess dealing with my daddy issues and finding acceptance from the team, is making me a little mushier than I normally would be. I quickly swipe at my eyes and wave my hand at Paul, wanting him to stop.
“Okay, that’s enough. Let’s talk about driving strategy and car setup for Sonoma.” And just like that, the guys fill the wet void of my tears with talk about Black Sheep and where they want to get it by the time we leave on Wednesday.