222 There's Something in the Air

Martin looked in the rearview mirror. "Damn it!" he cursed quietly as he saw Steve's car slowly but steadily approaching him. In that one curse, the younger driver contained satisfaction and pride that Paxton had decided to fight him but also sporting anger that Paxton could overtake him. Martin really wanted to win.

Damn it! He repeated in his mind focusing on what was in front of him, not behind him. The rain seemed to be picking up a bit. It was fine, but very thick, limiting visibility. Still too small to switch to intermediates, because the track under the heated rubber of the tires was drying quickly, but one had to be careful.

Was Steve careful? Martin glanced in the rearview mirror and got the impression that his rival was closing in on him again. He was so close behind him that he could have slammed into his ass end....

Martin blushed. Focus, kid, focus!