I told y’all this was coming. While some were busy tweeting excuses and waving mid-pack flags like they mean something, we were out here working. Fast cars, clean passes, and, oh yeah — a win. Again.
I hear the boos. I see the tweets. Keep ‘em coming — I feed off that. Every ‘washed’ comment adds horsepower. Every time someone calls it ‘luck’? That’s just fuel in the tank. Face it: I’m not supposed to fade. I’m built to finish.
And shoutout to the “he ain’t clutch” crew — how’s this for timing? While the keyboard warriors were ranking drivers from their mom’s Wi-Fi, I was lapping ‘em in real life. Some guys race for likes. I race for trophies. Big difference.
Also — if you’re mad right now, that’s good. Means you were watching. You cared. You know. Deep down, even the haters admit it: this is what elite looks like. So sip that Haterade, Michigan edition, chilled and delivered courtesy of the No. 11.
And hey — see you at the next one. Just don’t blink. You might miss another win.
Stay salty. Stay watching. I’ll stay winning.”
— Denny (a.k.a. Your Favorite Villain)
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