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PROLOGUE - PUMPED UP AT THE PUMP I PULL INTO the gas station with twelve miles left on the tank and the confidence of a man who’s done this before. I park at pump 3. The best one. Not too close to the entrance, not too far. Prime zone. I step out, stretch like I’m about to run wind sprints, and swipe my card. It doesn’t work. I swipe it again, but faster. Doesn’t work. Third time, slow and seductive. Bingo. Gas pumps are weird. It always feels like you’re defusing a bomb while your playlist shuffles between “Eye of the Tiger” and an instrumental lo-fi remix of “Eye of the Tiger.” I pop the cap and start fueling up. While it pumps, I go inside to get a drink. This is what champions do....