Last race of the season.
Championship close.
Last lap.
Had to pass Smith just ahead.
Would cinch it.
Had to.
This was it.
Last chance.
Along side.
Corner coming up.
Engine howling.
Almost there.
Smith moving over.
Didn’t see me.
My yelling not heard.
Tumbling end over end.
Silence.
Hmmm.
Who are you?
Saint Peter.
