ALVARO JOINED A GROUP of his friends standing by the track waiting for the next race. A neon green Honda Civic was waiting at the starting line and a black Corvette was just pulling up beside it.
“That thing’s gonna bottom out in the first thirty seconds.”
A tall, young man with curly brown hair turned and grabbed Alvaro’s offered hand, nodding. “I told her that but she insists it will take the terrain as well as any other car.” Ricky Peterson was the Corvette driver’s brother. He was a street racer, and his love of the sport had inspired his sister to take up racing too. But she wasn’t fond of the risks involved on the streets and wanted to take a stab at field racing instead.
Problem was, she was using a street racing car to do it.
A light laugh behind Alvaro caused him to turn. “Eli
