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Soon the announcer was in Jameson’s face asking questions but he motioned for me to come over before he started talking.
I wasn’t sure he wanted me to come over until he yelled, “Get over here, Sway!”
I trotted my happy little pit lizard ass right over.
Smiling down at me, he wrapped his sweaty arms around me for a burly hug I deemed completely appropriate.
“I’m so proud of you.” I whispered in his ear—his damp hair falling against my forehead.
“Thank you for being here. It means everything to me.” He whispered back before placing a quick kiss on my lips.
This alarmed me.
For one, the sensation left me weak in the knees, and two, there were reporters everywhere.
I could hardly attack the boy like I wanted to, or could I?
The announcer stuck the microphone in his face and I backed away towards Nancy and Emma who made their way over letting Jameson talk to the media.
“Jameson Riley, you heard go from Kyle and you did.” Spencer screamed in the background causing another bellowed uproar from the team behind us. “Tell us what you did there at the end to catch Darrin Torres.”
“You know, we had an unbelievable car throughout the entire race. The car wasn’t as good on the long runs so we lucked out with the green white checker.” Jameson told them, still smiling. “We had some problems with pit stops but we had a fast car to make up for it. It’s pretty awesome to win here on Memorial Day weekend. Despite everything that happened in the Winston and with the fine earlier today, all I can say is it feels good to win.” He looked over at his family. “My family is all here ... even my Nana was able to make it. I need to thank my sponsor Simplex Shocks and Springs ... all the people that support us, CST Engines, my dad for giving me a chance.”
“Let’s get him over here.” The reporter motioned for Jimi to come over. Jameson wiped sweat from his neck with a towel Alley threw towards him.
“Jimi, what do you think of your son here?” He shoved the microphone in his face.
“I knew he had it in him.” Jimi smiled. “We’re very proud of Jameson.” he reached for Jameson, heaving him into an embrace, and whispered something to him.
For a moment, Jimi’s hard demeanor shifted to portray him remembering what it took his son to get here, in victory lane. This, the sounds, vibrations, smells of racing and the rouse of the night around us was what completed Jameson and in turn, shined in Jimi’s eyes having made that dream possible.
When Jameson pulled back, he was all smiles.
He conscientiously tried for so long to gain autonomy approval from Jimi, but also separation to become himself though he still looked to him for extolment.
What Jameson never realized, maybe he did after winning the USAC Triple Crown our summer together, was that he never needed to separate himself.
Kyle remained near the car, his humble demeanor breaking into a smile of both honor and gratification. The announcer turned towards him. “Kyle, you seemed to make the right call there to stay out.”
Kyle shook his head and patted Jameson on the back. “Nah,” he drew out with coyness. “That was Jameson’s call,”
“Well, it seemed to be the right one. Congratulations.”
I watched him in awe as he finished the last of his interviews.
This man made even as much as talking to the media sexy.
Once interviews were finished it was time for the “hat dance” as they called it. The “hat dance” was where drivers and their teams wore the hats of their various sponsors, snapped a picture and then moved onto the next one, usually around twenty or so.
It was actually somewhat comical to watch. There were a few times where half the team had the wrong hat on where others didn’t.
It had to of been confusing but did provide us some entertainment.
Alley, Emma, and I excused ourselves to wait back at the hauler for him to finish. Standing near the doors, Alley talked to Simplex on the
Soon the announcer was in Jameson’s face asking questions but he motioned for me to come over before he started talking.
I wasn’t sure he wanted me to come over until he yelled, “Get over here, Sway!”
I trotted my happy little pit lizard ass right over.
Smiling down at me, he wrapped his sweaty arms around me for a burly hug I deemed completely appropriate.
“I’m so proud of you.” I whispered in his ear—his damp hair falling against my forehead.
“Thank you for being here. It means everything to me.” He whispered back before placing a quick kiss on my lips.
This alarmed me.
For one, the sensation left me weak in the knees, and two, there were reporters everywhere.
I could hardly attack the boy like I wanted to, or could I?
The announcer stuck the microphone in his face and I backed away towards Nancy and Emma who made their way over letting Jameson talk to the media.
“Jameson Riley, you heard go from Kyle and you did.” Spencer screamed in the background causing another bellowed uproar from the team behind us. “Tell us what you did there at the end to catch Darrin Torres.”
“You know, we had an unbelievable car throughout the entire race. The car wasn’t as good on the long runs so we lucked out with the green white checker.” Jameson told them, still smiling. “We had some problems with pit stops but we had a fast car to make up for it. It’s pretty awesome to win here on Memorial Day weekend. Despite everything that happened in the Winston and with the fine earlier today, all I can say is it feels good to win.” He looked over at his family. “My family is all here ... even my Nana was able to make it. I need to thank my sponsor Simplex Shocks and Springs ... all the people that support us, CST Engines, my dad for giving me a chance.”
“Let’s get him over here.” The reporter motioned for Jimi to come over. Jameson wiped sweat from his neck with a towel Alley threw towards him.
“Jimi, what do you think of your son here?” He shoved the microphone in his face.
“I knew he had it in him.” Jimi smiled. “We’re very proud of Jameson.” he reached for Jameson, heaving him into an embrace, and whispered something to him.
For a moment, Jimi’s hard demeanor shifted to portray him remembering what it took his son to get here, in victory lane. This, the sounds, vibrations, smells of racing and the rouse of the night around us was what completed Jameson and in turn, shined in Jimi’s eyes having made that dream possible.
When Jameson pulled back, he was all smiles.
He conscientiously tried for so long to gain autonomy approval from Jimi, but also separation to become himself though he still looked to him for extolment.
What Jameson never realized, maybe he did after winning the USAC Triple Crown our summer together, was that he never needed to separate himself.
Kyle remained near the car, his humble demeanor breaking into a smile of both honor and gratification. The announcer turned towards him. “Kyle, you seemed to make the right call there to stay out.”
Kyle shook his head and patted Jameson on the back. “Nah,” he drew out with coyness. “That was Jameson’s call,”
“Well, it seemed to be the right one. Congratulations.”
I watched him in awe as he finished the last of his interviews.
This man made even as much as talking to the media sexy.
Once interviews were finished it was time for the “hat dance” as they called it. The “hat dance” was where drivers and their teams wore the hats of their various sponsors, snapped a picture and then moved onto the next one, usually around twenty or so.
It was actually somewhat comical to watch. There were a few times where half the team had the wrong hat on where others didn’t.
It had to of been confusing but did provide us some entertainment.
Alley, Emma, and I excused ourselves to wait back at the hauler for him to finish. Standing near the doors, Alley talked to Simplex on the
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