Eaton looks to the man next to him, who licks his lips before saying, “There are rules on paper and rules too big for paper.” It takes me a moment to realize what this means, which is that there really is no rule against it, but they’re not going to let me ride anyway. This is like when Gabe and I would play games when we were younger — as soon as I got close to winning, he would change the rules on me. And just like back then, the unfairness of it makes my chest burn.

The Scorpio Races