CHAPTER SEVEN
THE FIELD THEY WOULD run in was long and narrow. The thick vegetation was flattened where dozens of cars had driven or were parked in haphazard rows across one end. Four long, narrow dirt strips showed the race area, sliding off into the distance like airport runways for Lilliputians.
The cars in that field were an eclectic mixture of domestic and foreign, fancy and economy, and race and street cars. Tricked up Hondas sat next to powered up muscle cars and small, sleek cars like Warwicke’s Ferrari Enzo, which were made for speed at the factory.
But most of the cars in that field shared a single purpose...to get to the end of those dirt stripes before the other car did.
Some of the drivers had wads of cash at stake. Some of them put the very cars they were driving on the l
