Days of Thunder Page #6

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or the race is over for us!

- The linkage is all twisted.

- Just give him the high gear.

- I've got it.

- Let's go.

- Come on.

- Go! Go! Go!

Get out there and help them!

- We made it. Good work.

- l owe you one.

That's not your car.

It's my engine in that car and

that's what my boys are pushing.

You've got to be at top speed

when the green flag drops.

The green flag is out

and racing resumes.

Wheeler's still in the lead.

- Where am l?

- Ninth. Eight laps to go.

- Am l gaining on Wheeler?.

- Trickle's moving up fast.

Remember me?

I'm going to draught Wheeler,

make him pull me around.

He's on my ass.

He's going on the outside.

I'm going to put him in the wall.

I'm setting him up, Harry.

There's the white flag.

One lap to go.

- Don't keep this up, Cole, please.

- This guy's going down!

Last turn, Russ.

He'll try and slingshot past you.

l know Cole.

He always goes to the outside.

This one's for you, Harry.

He's going high.

He's going low!

Son of a b*tch!

Here comes the finish line,

and Cole Trickle takes the win!

- You weren't going to watch.

- l lied.

- Where's Harry?.

- l don't know.

Harry ...

- Say something, will you?

- l really can't.

You didn't know

how this was going to turn out.

It's like you said: There's

nothing you can't do in a race car.

- We won.

- Yeah.

Can you walk,

or am l going to have to carry you?

Where to?

- Victory Lane.

- Oh yeah.

Walk?. Hell ...

I'll race your ass!

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