Chapter three
A loud banging woke Davey. "Stop!" he yelled, pulling his pillow over his head. His hands flipped over the soft material hidden beneath his pillow—Tyler's underwear. He couldn't bring himself to part with them. A soft smile played across his lips at his memories with the hunky mechanic.
"Yo! Get up McAllister. Track-walk in ten!" His trainer, Brad Falcon, was persistent and hard as nails.
Davey knew he had to pull his shit together.
He jumped in a quick, cold shower and then headed out the door.
Brad waited for him in a rented sedan. Davey had been staying at an out of the way RV Park, rather than in the pits at the stadium.
His driver Tony would come sometime during the day and move the RV to the track until Monday morning.
Then, he'd move it back to the park where Davey would stay until the next Friday.
Then rinse and repeat. The days, tracks, and cities tended to bleed into each other.
After the following week's race, he'd fly home for a few days before the next race in Indiana, then there were only two races left: New Jersey and the final race in Las Vegas.
If he could stay on top of points through these two weeks in Georgia, he might be able to take the championship. He just had to stay focused. Tyler had been right about that.
They pulled into the pit area and walked out to the track.
Davey took a look around, and let his brain focus in on what they were doing.
He snapped into another world, forgetting Tyler, forgetting everything.
Nothing existed expect Brad and the track.
They walked every inch of the beast, letting it soak into his head.
They chatted softly about strategy for each curve, each bump, the whoop sections, and the start.
The dirt ran through his soul like the blood in his veins.
It was race time, and whatever else he might have been thinking about all week long, none of it mattered.
Bikes, tracks, and jumps made up Davey's entire world until after the Main Event later that night.
After Track-walk, Brad led Davey back to the pits to catch up with the rest of their team.
They spent time talking with Shorty, also known as Bryan Short, his head mechanic.
Davey concentrated on business as usual, but in the back of his mind, something else ruminated, something about Tyler.
He stuffed it down. He could think about it tomorrow.
He left the mechanic and headed out to find where Tony had parked his RV. He needed to get his gear on and get ready. It was race time.