<br/><div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/38/Jason_Hunt.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Jason Hunt</span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_u">Location</span>- Navarro, starting line<br/><span class="bbc_u">Date &amp; Time</span>- 9th May '06 - 9:47pm<br/><span class="bbc_u">Tag</span>- Open<br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">Jason stood next to his car, leaning back against the side of the hood so as not to obscure the view of the golden firebird emblazoned on his Trans-Am. A few admirers had asked about the paint job and the garage owner had pointed them in Cowboy's direction. The man certainly was an artist and he deserved some recognition. Not for the first time did Jason regret that he had so far been unable to persuade the other man to come work for him. Looking down at his watch, Jason nodded to himself and crossed to where Blaire was parked.<br/><br/>As he walked over, Jason nodded to himself. The team was ready for tonight and now it was just down to how they handled the moment and the cards fate dealt. He had considered waiting down at the finish line, but with Blaire racing first, it might do the others some good to have him around. Jason had certainly dealt with enough pre-race jitters in his lifetime that he should be able to help steady the nerves of his people. Looking up, he grinned as he saw Jamie ahead. It had certainly done his reputation no harm to arrive with her in his car. That mint green two-piece had set his pulse to racing when she had climbed into his car back at his garage and he had actually worried that he might be too distracted from looking at her to pay attention to the road.<br/><br/>Jason chuckled softly at that thought. There hadn't really been any danger of him not watching the road. Although now he thought about it, he had driven to Navarro a bit faster and more aggressively than he normally would, so maybe Jamie's get-up had affected him more than he realised. Then again, maybe a part of him just wanted the rest of the team to see him as something other than 'the boss' or 'the old man'. Shrugging at the direction his thoughts had taken, the ex-racer put a smile on his face as he reached Blaire's car. It was time to show the game face and be strong for his kids.</div>