Once lunch was over, Jackson called me to come up to headquarters to discuss his
expectations of my first race. I pulled into the parking structure and turned my car off, taking the
key out of the ignition. Removing my seatbelt, I sat back, taking in the venue and smiling at what
I was preparing to do. When I was younger, I’d always wanted to get into racing, but my family
felt I was caught up in the hype of the glamour and riches of being famous. In my eyes, driving
was an escape for me. A path to release all the stress of the world and let it all fly away, to focus
on point A to B. Racing was a male-dominated world. I knew this, but I would never let my
dream fade from my mind. Even if Jackson declined, I’d find another way to get on a team.
“Ready,” I whispered, opening
