CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
THE STANDS WERE PACKED with people. One whole section was filled with crew members, racers, owners, and press. Cameras clicked and fingers danced over keyboards as the spur of the moment event unfolded.
Geoff Bridgette had a laundry list of topics he wanted to discuss with the assembled crowd, he’d been planning on calling a meeting a little closer to race day. But, never one to miss an opportunity to promo the sport or his wonderful facility, Geoff happily agreed to move up the timeline when Brick Honeybun called and asked for his help.
In Big Mick’s office a small, flat screen television played the video feed from the event for Alvaro, Fabiana, Heathcliffe, Percy, and Warwicke, who was unfortunately wearing Alfric’s race dude disguise. He kept pulling on the waistba
