"You're goin' down, Harkness!"
"Over my dead body, Owen!"
There were loud rumbles reverberating through Cardiff. Loads of people had taken shelter from the "earthquake" under tables and doorways.
Owen's face was screwed up with concentration, and Jack was biting his lip, brow furrowed with determination.
Finally the rumbling slowed to a stop, and Jack yelled out in triumph.
"HAH! In your FACE, Owen!"
"That has got to be the worst tractor race yet."