First the small cars, then the cruiser cars, next the stock care, and finally the pro-stock drivers. The race is beginning, Blake is towards the caboose of the heat race. It goes by in a blink of an eye. Cheering so loud, the cars going to fast, the intersection taking over by the speed of the motors, and then the red flag comes out. There is a car stuck on the burn that has started on fire. Blake slows down on the edge of the burn. We are all watching the driver file out of his car. In the moment everything has hit rock bottom. The next time I look over at Blake, his car is up in flames. The feelings that is rushing over my body are endless. The flames of the fire are high, red, orange, hot, and completely covering him. The tears that rush to my eyes are uncontrollable. The smell throughout the air, is burntness. Its like when a girl burns her hair from a fire but times 10. All I can hear is silence, everything zoned out of my head. The scene from my point of view, is fire. I can see some movement around inside but I can not see him. At this point, I have dropped to my knees in fear. The firefighters are no where to be found, and when they were finally seen, they were throwing their beer cans and trying to grab their stuff. Blake is struggling, he can’t get his buckle of his harness unlatched. Another spectator ran up to the car, risking his own life to grab Blake, Blake is not a smallest boy around. This guys grabbed and just pulled as hard as he could, Blake was out. The ambulance had gotten to him and they were getting him into the truck. At that moment, I couldn't help but take off. I needed to get to that hospital, no matter what it took. I was getting there, I got the the gate of the pits when my aunt had grabbed me and said, “Go! Get in the car, we are going to the hospital.” At that moment, I took off running to the car. Tears running down my face were