No. It was a caldera of race tracks. Plural.
Crowds of people are cheering on the bleachers and tents of, what looked like, food stalls lined up one corner of the dip.
"Still wishing you stayed behind doing homework?" Zean asked. "Welcome to the Pitt."
I was speechless. It was beautiful. The night was alive and I could feel the excitement coursing through my arms. The tingling sensation of wanting to ride behind the wheel and . . .
Shit. Why would Zean bring me here? I wasn't supposed to be driving. Not anymore. And all this? It made me long to experience the thrill again. The thrill I know I should never had got a taste of in the first place.
Zean leads me down to a winding set of stairs that led to the bottom of the dip where the crowd of bodies had immediately began to engulf us. I
