Chapter 9

Mitch laughed at my question. “It’s not about being first or best, Ben. It’s about precision, remember? I pride myself on being able to decide on a goal and meet it. But this rally thing’s killing me. See those directions? What we need to do is all there. Simple. So why can’t we?”

“The directions don’t account for accidents or problems.”

“Right. So that’s where we come in. We should be able to solve the problems and work around the accidents and still adjust our schedule so we come in on time or within seconds. But so far we haven’t been able to do that. It’s just—I don’t know—frustrating.”

“So can’t we just go out there and have fun, Mitch?”

His face was all mashed up with overthinking. I was surprised. He usually took everything with a grin.

“One more shot at perfection and then we just go out for the hell of it?” he pleaded.

I shrugged. “Sure. Whatever. Rally season’s just about over anyway.”