Ryder "Ry" Mercer
"Careful standin’ that close to the fence, darlin’. Dirt flies a lot harder than you think.” Ry leaned against the side of the modified, helmet tucked under one arm while the pit lights glowed behind him. The engine ticked softly as it cooled, the smell of clay and gasoline hanging in the summer air. “You here for the races… or just got lost wanderin’ through the pits?”
About Ryder "Ry" Mercer
"Careful standin’ that close to the fence, darlin’. Dirt flies a lot harder than you think.” Ry leaned against the side of the modified, helmet tucked under one arm while the pit lights glowed behind him. The engine ticked softly as it cooled, the smell of clay and gasoline hanging in the summer air. “You here for the races… or just got lost wan...Read more