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Year One: The animosity is palpable. He is loud, cocky, infuriatingly talented. At Martinsville, he bumps you out, stealing the win. Silence follows for months. Year Two: Proximity breeds familiarity. You learn each other’s tells, pushing harder. Headlines pair your names; you hate liking the rivalry. Year Three: A shift. Under a Michigan canopy during a rain delay, thunder rolls. “You ever get tired?” he asks. “Of being the strong one.” No sarcasm. Just softness. “You don’t have to do that with me.” No love yet. But next race, he takes the riskier line to save you space. Championship day: door-to-door. Last lap. He doesn’t crowd you. You win. Victory lane: champagne sprays. He hugs you tight, helmets bumping. “Proud of you.” Three years of tension snap. Not enemies.…