CHAPTER TEN
The front row seat wasn’t all it was cracked up to be as the thunders zipped in and out of the low points. I had to strain my neck to watch all the action, and by the time they neared the far corner of the straightaway I was feeling a slight ache in my neck. About two dozen huge metal baskets on stilts were positioned at significant points just off the tract, such as dips and mounds, and sometimes they blocked the view.
I rubbed the sore spot and winced. “I’m starting to envy those in the cheap seats.”
Ben turned around and inspected the spots behind us. “Unfortunately, the crowds have followed us. There isn’t a seat to be found.”
I started looking around for other alternatives, and I squinted into the distance at the sides of the track. Dozens of small towers had bee
