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thepineapplejuicer · 5 years

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Z nation fanfic- Z Fighter Part 3 is now up after so long (None of the Znation characters belong to me, only Maren) (gif not mine) honestly want to go back to this fanfiction I was writing. But I really want to pair Maren up with the shows new character, Georgia St. Claire because she stole my heart. “So you’re the savior?” I ask, holding back a laugh as I stare at Murphy. He glares at me as I look up and down trying to find something decent to say. I give up and smile, “Honestly I imagined someone, well, less like you.” He leans up to Warren as she drives, “Can we please stick her in the back?” I glance at Cassandra, catching a giggle from her, I mouth quietly, “He told on me.” “I heard that.” Murphy turns. “You two play nice.” Charlie chuckles, not bothering to turn around. Its quiet for a moment until Charlie speaks up again, “If we find a working radio we can try to contact that citizen Z guy again.” “Citizen Z guy?” I ask without thinking. “He’s some kind of NASA worker or something. He is helping us get Murphy to California.” Warren explains. Murphy interrupts me before I speak as he says sarcastically, “Ah Philadelphia, the city of brotherly love.” He leans over me to the window, pointing out two male Zombies tearing apart a body. I groan in disgust as we drive past them. I am genuinely surprised and comforted when I notice that none of them cry or jump to save the victim, glad to see that they are sensible people. “Is that?-” Warren trails off as she looks to the side slowing down the truck. Charlie and her exit and some of us smile as we see the Liberty bell strapped onto the bed of a truck. “Is that really the liberty bell?” Mack yells out. Doc jumps out from the trunk, awe-stricken, “Three years of the zombie apocalypse and you think you’ve seen everything.” Murphy leans over me, pushing half his body out the window and pulling some of my hair with him. “OW!” I say angry and annoyed only to be ignored. He groans as he lets his arms hang on the side of the truck, “Who cares? Let’s go!” “Hang on, the thing might still have gas.” “try not to blow it up like Jersey.” Charlie laughs. I look at Cassandra with frightened eyes, “wait… don’t tell me that explosion was you guys-” She gives me a hesitated, regretful smile before I can finish. I look back out the window, trying to see passed Murphy’s big head, “so glad I came along.” I sigh. We wait as warren checks the gas tank of the white truck. “Its loaded up, we can have some of the others ride in here so they aren’t out in the open like that.” Warren speaks to Charlie more than the rest of us, consulting in the middle of the road. “Amen for that!” Doc points at the bell, “99% of the human race dead, but there is still some jackass out there with a spray can.” Doc shakes his head, disappointed. Everyone stares at the bell, not noticing when Warren opens the door to the truck. Growling surprises everyone and a zombie launches itself toward Warren. Suddenly a small whistle comes from behind the truck. I turn to see 10k with a slingshot and then back at the z, now dead in the seat. “one thousand seventy-five.” he smiles. “Wow,” I whisper, hoping no one heard my praise. “Please don’t tell me that turned you on or anything.” Murphy groans as he puts his weight on my thighs. “Murphy! You ride in here with Warren and me.” Charlie calls out. “Thank god.” I groan, opening the door to push him out the truck. He lands on the ground with a cry and is pulled up by Doc. Murphy comes up to the window, staring at me coldly, “You wanna fight or something?” My smile fades and I become defensive, “Boy, I will beat yo ass.” he is pulled back by doc, “I’m not an expert or anything, but probably not smart to mess with a professional kickboxer.” he whispers to Murphy. ***************************************** Doc speeds behind Warren, glancing at 10k every so often. I can’t help but glance at him either as I am squished in the back seat with Cassandra, Mack, and Addy. “So can you really kill someone with just your hands?” Addy asks me. “I was kind of trained to.” Suddenly the truck swerves and a small car almost collides into us. I hold myself steady with the safety handle above me and the cushion of the driver’s seat, feeling the weight of everyone slide on my arm. Doc swerves before stopping and we watch as the others skid in front of us, The Liberty Bell snapping off the cables plummeting down the road. It bounced heavily on the ground and leaves a blood trail as it smashes through every Z in its path. I stare at a pair of legs staying in one place before toppling over each other. “I’d pay money to see that again!” Doc shouts with a smile on his face. I’ll admit, as gruesome as it looked it was awesome. “Everyone in the truck,” Warren yells. Once again we are all in the same truck, but we only drive a little while longer before stopping again. We all sit in the back of the trunk, warren handing out Twinkies and snowballs. I’m not really listening to any of them talking, but when I look up I have to giggle as I see 10k shove an entire Twinkie in his mouth. “that’s the last of the food.” Warren announces. “We need to split up and look for food and water.” Charlie starts talking, but I zone out when the others do. “Doc you take 10k, Cassandra and Maren to look for food.” I perk up when I hear my name and scramble a bit when everyone splits up. *************** “You’ve never seen porn?!” I hear Doc yell in disbelief trying to hold up the satellite on the side of the building. I turn to 10k who looked slightly embarrassed but was still focused on disfiguring the satellite dish.  “Is it good?” He asks.  Cassandra and I exchange a look as Doc answers enthusiastically, “Uh, yeah!” 10k looks at us for reassurance, “Meh.” Cassandra and I answer in unison.  10k laughs a bit and returns to the satellite.  “I’m going to go look for food while you two figure out…”  I stop realizing their struggling has their full attention. “Whatever you are trying to do.” I finish. “Want company?” Cassandra asks. “Nah I’ll be quick, plus, someone has to look after these two.” I walk down the street, taking one last look at Cassandra. She seems jumpy, I would be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about why she was so defensive about stopping in Philly. She hasn’t stopped looking around or fidgeting with her clothing. The way she is acting reminds me of when I first escaped.  I continue down the street, reminding myself that I had enough to worry about, I don’t need someone else’s problems either. “I’m just catching a ride,” I say to myself. After rummaging through dusty, cryptic stores I put the food I had been able to salvage into the middle of my jean jacket and tie the arms, creating a makeshift bag. I look at the packaging and remember how they used to be lined up at stores and handed out in schools, things like peanut butter crackers, canned corn, and ramen noodle packets. Taking an estimated guess at how long I’d been gone I begin to walk back to the others.  The air is quiet. But a familiar smell beckons me to stop. Something rolls along the rocks behind me, slow and eerie. I turn and see a bottle come to a stop about 10 feet from me. The bottle’s label is filthy and peeling away. To take a closer look I swing my makeshift “bag” over my shoulder and lean over. Maybe it was a Z? The smell of oil and gas push me away and that’s when I see it. Backing away, I’m trying incredibly hard not to make any noise. The alley beside the bottle began to illuminate from a match, revealing several shadows. I glance back at the bottle and follow the trail of oily substance all the way into the building to my left.  I continue to back away slowly before they realize- “Shit” I sigh as I see a shadowed hand drop the match into the oil.  I grunt as I push my self to run down the street, the fire spreading wildly into the building. An explosion sends my hair forward and numbs my ears. I stop as I hear a high pitch ringing.  I try to turn, but all I do is run. No matter how badly I want to turn around I just keep running.  I hold the jacket bag tightly sprinting away from the explosion until my body rams into something hard and solid, arms wrapping around me. I can’t tell who it is even by their voice yelling my name. The ringing won’t go away and my entire vision is blurred. It isn’t until I see familiar blue eyes and blonde hair that I lean into his chest. “Maren?! Have you seen Addy?!” Mack yells. I try to shake away my disoriented vision, “Addy? What, what are you talking about?” I turn before he answers.  How long have I been running? “Addy! I can’t find her!” He becomes hysterical and drags me by the arm.  Did he not hear the explosion? How far was I? I can’t stop asking myself questions, but the one on repeat is: how am I still standing? I look back up and see Warren, Charlie, and Murphy.  “There you are!” “Addy’s gone!” “What?!” I’m not paying attention to who is saying what, instead I lean on the truck, my head looking down. “Uh, I think Rocky is gonna go down.” I hear Murphy say as he steps away from me. “What is going on?!” I look up and see Doc and 10k making their way toward us, “Maren? Girl, where’d you go? Wait, Cassandra is not with you ?” “Addy’s missing too!” I try to look at them in order to match faces to words, but I just end up falling to the ground, Charlie catching me before I hit the pavement.  He sits me slowly down by the wheel of the truck and steps back.  “Maren?” He asks, but his voice is muffled. “Maren!”  “I hear you,” I say, unsure if I whispered or screamed. Charlie hands me his water and puts it up to my lips. I take two gulps before he asks, “What happened?” “What happened was that Addy-” “Mack, just wait for a second!” Charlie shouts and turns his attention to me again. I see Warren begin to comfort Mack and watch as he pulls out Addy’s mini video camera.  My eyes are pulled back to Charlie and he puts his fingers on my chin and examines me.  “I-” The words are severed from my throat as Cassandra runs up to the truck.  “Hey, sorry I was out-” she’s cut off as Mack’s eyes go from worry to bloodthirsty. “What the hell did you do?” He asks grabbing her arm and shows her the video camera footage. “Aren’t those more of you biker buddies from Jersey?”  Cassandra looks like a deer in headlights and the moment Mack loosens his grip she books it into an alley. I try to get up but am kept down my Charlie. He stumbles up, “Doc, take a look at her!” I watch as Charlie runs behind Warren and Mack, chancing terrified Cassandra. Everything still looks fuzzy and a white blur coats everything I see. Doc leans down in front of me calling out for 10k. He hands him the first aid pack and shifts around for a cotton swab. “I’m just going to stop the bleeding.” He reassures me. Wait. Bleeding? Did I fall?  He isn’t answering me and I start to panic that I can’t speak.  “Doc!” I finally blurt out in need of answers  “One sec, kid!” I sit patiently, not even feeling pain where he is treating me on the side of my forehead.  “Okay. Can you hear me?” he says that my eardrums pop and begin going back to normal. I nod my head and stay on the ground longer. “What the hell happened to you?”  I look down the street and at 10k, panic in my eyes. Even though I didn’t answer I knew. I knew exactly what happened and why. I know who’s watching. I know whose waiting.

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auburnfamilynews · 4 years

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Uh.

Don’t know if you heard, but college football got canceled last night because of the pandemic. That’s right. We didn’t get to play Georgia in Athens, and we definitely didn’t get our doors blown off and we definitely aren’t waking up this morning thinking about everything from the good old days to coaching changes and all things in between.

I wish.

SNAP JUDGMENTS

Thanks Gus. I’m done

-James Jones

We’ve been prolonging the inevitable for some time now but here’s the truth. Gus Malzahn has a clear ceiling & a clear floor. He’ll keep this team bowl eligible & he’ll give teams hell at home but he won’t win another championship as Auburn’s head coach. As much as it pains me because I genuinely like the man, we are being left behind by the top tier SEC programs. Tonight was an embarrassment to everything Pat Dye did for this Auburn football program. We will likely have to wait a year due to COVID but the truth is that Gus is done. Here’s to hoping we can knock off LSU in Jordan-Hare.

War Damn, ya’ll.

-AU Nerd

Well..... I picked Georgia to win this game because I couldn’t trust Gus to win a game in Athens. Man I hate being right sometimes. But the omens were there yesterday.....

#1 - This day started bad when news came out that Cam had tested positive for COVID.

#2 - Then on the basketball side, JD Davison, as I figured, committed to Bama.

#3 - It was announced that SEC Freshmen of the Week Jaylin Simpson was out due to injury, a huge loss.

#4 - We didn’t have Shaun Shivers or Eli Stove on offense, also due to injury.

So we were behind the 8 ball before this thing started. And then it just snowballed from there.

I will say in a positive that Tank Bigsby lived up to his name and I’m excited to see him continue to get better.

Basketball starts in 7 1/2 weeks though.

War Eagle!

-Will McLaughlin

I said before that this was a game you absolutely could not lose. You were going against a walk on quarterback who was 5th string earlier this offseason. Georgia looked like garbage against a team that hadn’t won an SEC game in three years. Auburn’s 3-10 against Georgia in the last decade.

Well, we lost that one. There’s no X’s and O’s needed. You just got punked. Sure, it’s one loss in a weird year against an Uber-talented team, but it’s indicative of where this program is. Can we beat anyone? Sure. Are we a top half SEC team? You bet. But I’ve given up hope that this regime will ever get us to the top. War damn.

-Ryan Sterritt

The better program won this game tonight. It has been over a decade since this series has been competitive, so tonights result should come with no surprise. Simply put, our standard that Pat Dye built has been diminished into a distant memory. We’re extremely comfortable being 3rd in a division on a regular basis with 3 wins over our in-state rival in 8 years, all at home, while we simply do not compete for Sixty Minutes on the road against the teams that we want to beat.

For as bad as this defense looked tonight, we should be appreciating what the championship-level defense of 2016-2019 was, all led by a generational talent up front who is now starting as a rookie in Carolina. This defense was always going to struggle by comparison. But it’s the offensive side of the ball that has been an inconsistent disappointment for large chunks of every season since 2015. And truthfully, our offensive line, which was patched up in 2017 with transfers, has not been right since around 2016, or around the time the prior staff’s recruits funneled out (Braden Smith excluded, but it’s clear he’s an outlier with regards to recruited talent along the OL from this current program). This version of our offensive line is probably more gifted than last year’s in some aspects, but they have yet to have 4 consecutive weeks of practice thanks to COVID. Even then, at an upward trajectory we should expect this offense, led by a legacy quarterback, to be misused through various points of this season and into next. It’s our standard, after all.

So, it begs the question. Not for today. Not for this year. Maybe not for next year. But at some point, who are we going to choose to be when it comes time to take a good long look in the mirror? We’d all love to go there now, but fiscally you are kidding yourself if you entertain it. So, I’ll just say when that day comes what I want to be able to say when we look in the mirror is that we want to be a program that consistently contends for championships. We want to be a program that will outwork our rivals. We want to be a program that expects to beat Georgia, LSU, and Alabama or have a fair shot no matter if the game is in Jordan-Hare Stadium or the very gates of hell themselves. I hope that’s what we’ll want. But my fear is that we’ll beat Alabama in Auburn next year and just enjoy the memories of when we were a legitimate program that built upon itself. That’s what Pat Dye did. And that’s what’s been wrong with Auburn ever since we stupidly decided to let him go. We once could look in the mirror and say that we were the toughest team anyone on our schedule had to play. Now? We’re telling the truth when we say that our opponent is supremely more talented than we are. And that’s a damn shame.

And until we are at that crossroad of having to answer that question, this numbing feeling of normalcy over performances like tonight are more painful than the loss itself. This should not be normal. This should not be numbing. This should be a wake up call. But if history has shown us anything, it’ll just be another lost night in Athens, GA until that day of self-confrontation arrives.

-Josh Black

Lopsided, brutal 60 minutes. How does this team bounce back next week? That will tell us a lot about this team, their coaches, and their leaders.

-Josh Dub

-AU Chief

Everything that’s been said or needed to be said about the game has been said above. Listless effort. Less talent. No heart. No prep. No adjustments. No will to win, save for one player, a freshman. It doesn’t need to be rehashed because you all watched what happened last night and that was as embarrassing an effort as we’ve seen likely since Baton Rouge in 2015.

Josh Black talked above about Georgia being the better program, and it’s true. We should be mad at Gus for not being able to manage the roster so that we don’t have total turnaround on both lines to go against the recruiting behemoths on our permanent schedule. Despite his faults as a head coach, Gene Chizik’s staff was built to recruit, but he had to bring that standard up after Tuberville’s failures. Not to shove blame off of Gus, but there’s a reason that Georgia and Alabama were able to find their footing and become top tier programs so quickly Auburn had the upper hand. Auburn was it. Tuberville was able to turn those 2 and 3-stars into SEC stars. He didn’t need to get the blue chips. BUT WHAT IF HAD TRIED? Imagine if Auburn was winning six straight in the Iron Bowl and going against Mark Richt at the same time as they were signing 5-star players. Alabama never gets its footing after one year with Saban, because he’s got real competition in the state. Auburn would have been established. It began there.

Now, it’s been too easy to recruit against Gus. He makes it easy on himself. When you see what Alabama does with a Jaylen Waddle, you’d like to go there and become him instead of Anthony Schwartz. Yeah, they tried last night with Schwartz, but it didn’t hit. You hit a couple of those plays and everything loosens up. We’re supposed to be good enough to convert those plays. Meanwhile, there’s little solace taken in the fact that Gus was right when he said that Georgia had the best talent in the SEC, and Kirby was wrong when he said we did (even facetiously).

10 years since our last win in Tuscaloosa, 15 since our last win in Athens, 21 since our last win in Baton Rouge. Those are staggering numbers. What do you do? Fire Gus? It’s already been said, and it started as early as the second quarter last night. Who do you get? Therein lies the rub. You can’t grab some hot young assistant. You have to compete now. Would we give a Dabo type of hire the time he needs? Clemson didn’t really get competitive until his fourth season. Take three years of beatdowns and then we start to play? Nobody’s patient enough for that.

We may be stuck here with that kind of a game every so often, quite honestly. There’s likely not a better alternative at this point, but there are things that need to change. We can’t get trounced on the recruiting trail anymore, but there’s no reason we shouldn’t be getting wrecked by our chief rivals. We can’t mismanage a roster like this, and we can’t go into a road venue and show literally nothing. Damn.

-Jack Condon

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noprepracing · 5 years

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When you hear the term “all in “you usually think to poker tournaments or betting like that, but not normally drag racing. When it comes to Ronnie and Emerald Pace they are the exception, they are “all in” in this lifestyle now and will do everything to make it work. This is their only way of life right now and we couldn’t be more thrilled and excited for their dedication and what is to come this season. Ronnie was born in Georgia then moved to Weatherford TX when he was 10-11 years old. That’s when and where he met Emerald. Now I’ve heard of high school sweethearts, but junior high sweethearts is a whole other level of sweet swoon goals, like a made for TV movie. She caught his eye walking down the hallway and near he gave himself whiplash. It’s been like that ever since, turning heads and making others love jealous. They are a true ride or die pair. Emerald and Ronnie have been together for 32 years and married for 28 of those years. They have two children and 4 grandbabies in total. Ronnie has been into cars all of his life, he remembers being about 8 years old at his grandpa’s house where his grandpa and uncle were working on a Chevelle with a 4 speed. “They threw me in the back seat and I’ve been in love ever since.” It’s been a nonstop journey with and no plans of stopping. Most guys have a main job and then racing comes next, but not for Ronnie. He had a small concrete business but had to let it go to pursue racing full time. This is what we mean when we say they are “all in”, it is not just a metaphor. During the events Emerald is his rock, not only does she look fabulous lining him up on the starting line, but she whispers words of encouragement, helps calm him down at the light, plus she does all the computer work for the car. She isn’t afraid to get dirty, looks out for him in case someone tries taking advantage of his kind and trusting nature, “she’s my right-hand man and I couldn’t do it without her.” Emerald is someone to look up to that doesn’t get nearly enough recognition for us female race fans. Ronnie is old school and a die-hard street racer who happens to love JJ the boss and loves the heads up style of racing. Not so much a fan of all the other ways to do a street race like taking the hit and so on. He currently has 4 cars, 71 black Nova, 71 green Nova, 68 Nova, and a blue 71 Nova and a partnership with a 67 Camaro. Many people wonder how Barefoot Ronnie got his name, well here is the quick story. Ronnie was at a street race many years ago with Street Outlaws, he was on the line backing up, and Big Chief starts knocking on the window. “Damnit boy where’re your shoes at?” Ronnie replies “I don’t wear em.” “You’re going barefoot?!?!, ok then, Barefoot Ronnie it is.” Thanks to Big Chief years prior to the nickname stuck and here we are today. When Ronnie’s car caught fire on TV, Chief and Shawn were the first ones to reach out to him to check and see if he was ok and needed anything. It’s things like that, that aren’t shown on TV all the time, and solidifies that this sport is truly a family. Sometime after that Ronnie received a phone call at 11 pm on a Thursday night asking if he could make it to a No Prep Kings event. Of course, he jumped at the chance and worked all hours of the night to make it to Oklahoma for Friday night at 7 pm. He made it there with one minute to spare at 6:59 pm for the drivers meeting, which was his first time ever down an actual drag strip and his first time on NPK. He lost to Barry Nicholson in the first round. He’s still learning how all of this works, using the tree instead of a hand drop or a flashlight, and selling shirts at the events to help make it to the next race. It’s all a learning curve for them, this time next year look out! It took Ronnie and Emerald a long time to agree to do the show, they were so afraid of losing their credibility of street racing. Ronnie is the type of guy who will drive around looking for a street race, it’s the adrenaline and thrill of it all, as it is with most of the drivers. In the very first Street Outlaw season, his goal was to get the 66 Chevy Nova on TV but not him. Ronnie explained that when they saw the cameras coming around, the entire family would hide out of view in the trailer. One race against Doc, Ronnie’s brakes went out, he went through an intersection, jumped the tracks and ended up a ¼ mile deep into a cornfield. Luckily everyone was ok. Emerald and Ronnie are always looking to improve themselves in every facet of this lifestyle. She’s always nervous for what he is about to say while the cameras are on. In terms of boasting themselves up, they don’t. They are a very quiet couple who does not brag or trash talk about a soul out there. The social media accounts are simple and they let the car do the talking for them. A purest approach which is extremely appreciated in the eyes of the fans. Although there was one time Ronnie beat Kye Kelly, which is his grandson’s favorite driver, he had to call his grandbaby and tell him who he sent home. The Pace family has such a kind mentality and a humble spirit. They get along with everyone on the circuit and has deep admiration for the majority of them. It’s no secret that Ronnie and Emerald don’t come from a lot of money aren’t ballers in the sense of fancy trailers, spare parts or team members. When the couple says they are “all in to do whatever it takes to make this work”, they mean it. He works on his own car, does his own paint and body work. They love to travel and to see as much as they can while on the road, but it doesn’t come easy. One time headed to a race in North Carolina they ran out of fuel, they had no money or no credit cards. Ronnie jumped out and started panhandling, doing anything he could, even offering to sell his personal belongings. Luckily someone pulled in at the gas station and recognized him and filled his tank. We need more people like that in this world. After making it to the race event, they survived off of selling shirts, shared value meals and copious amounts of sandwiches. This life is a hard one to try and live, but with the help of this racing family they couldn’t have made it at times. The pair have a special thanks to James “Doc” Love, Joe “Dominator” Woods, Ryan Marin, and Cali Chris Poncia, who helped them with anything they could including groceries. The Pace’s owe them so much and will always have their backs no matter what wherever they are. On top of the many thanks, they have for the drivers and their families they also owe their gratitude to Mark, Bobby, and Darren at DMB Motorsports in Delaware/Maryland. Without them they would not even be at the point they are now. A highlight of Ronnie’s career was when he wasn’t even racing. He went to a different racing event and through the pits he heard his name being shouted. It was Clay Millican, and he wanted to take a picture with Barefoot Ronnie, a real street racer, which took Ronnie by surprise. His dream car is a 69-70 Superbird with a big ol’ wing on the back. He is also currently pursuing his dream job of driving and hopes that it will eventually pay off. Most people make a judgment about their favorite tracks by the racing surface, but they also take into consideration the tracks accommodations. Since the pair has a small travel trailer without sleeping quarters or water, they look for warm water to use to freshen up. They have a window unit for A.C. in the trailer, use a hair dryer for heat all the time (even at home), and a torch to make grilled cheeses. With that being said Norwalk is at the top of their list. Despite hardships, it has not made them jaded, in fact, because of all this, they are even more thankful for the fans and opportunities they have before them. Ronnie’s huge heart shows when he meets and greets every person he can that comes to see him, they love hearing all the stories about the people and how they got there and stories about their own cars. He will never say no to a signing or a photo op, and if you can’t afford something of his, just tell him, don’t steal it, he’ll most likely just give it to you because he knows what it’s like to go without. Ronnie and Emerald at one point turned their living room into a workshop for fans. They have over 100 pieces of random car bits and parts and signed each and every one of them. Just like B-Rad Brad Eglian, Ronnie also hands out hot wheel cars to the children when they come around to his pit. “The fans mean everything to me, if they stop coming, we stop racing, we’re so incredibly lucky to be a part of this”. When, not if the day comes that Ronnie and Emerald start to make it big, their dream is to help others. Visiting children in the hospitals, bringing other guys with them to brighten up the kids day. Show them that dreams do come true in this world. He would also love to start a raffle somehow at the beginning of the season for the younger crowd. He would like to build a car and at the end of the season hold the raffle for it. It’s a way to get the younger generations involved and help start them off so the sport doesn’t die out. He would also like to send his momma on a vacation as well. After traveling and racing, the couple loves to come home to their family and momma and daddy, to have a Sunday dinner with them, and play cars on the floor with those grandbabies they love and miss so much. Not many people realize that this lifestyle isn’t all flashy lights, cameras, and a huge bankroll. We forget there is off camera things happening, friendships being made, and non-blood families coming together to help one another out. Ronnie and Emerald Pace prove to the world that there is still hard work and dedication that goes into family, the sport, and trying to make dreams a reality. We may not know which car for sure he will show up in, but look for the shirtless, shoeless guy in the pits, and if you can, bring him some ice cream, he’ll be our best friend.

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