Keeping my distance to avoid getting emotionally involved, failed. Remember that game of car-crew tug-of-war? Well, the rope snapped, leaving me alone in the center, unable to reach either dangling end. The tension force in the rope and the resistance between the crews? That was my fault. There is only one solution for fixing things — a modification to the plan that got us in this mess to begin with. I need to distance myself and do what I should have done the day I was forced into the job: Burnout. Circumstances initiated the challenge. Grit and determination filled the gas tank. I opened the throttle wide… and lost. But the daughter of the late automotive guru, Troy Delancey, does not give up just because she tasted defeat in the first couple of races. The time has come to stage a match with my own set of rules and show these crews how to race — and win — like a girl. This final flag drop is my only remaining hope.