Running Wide Open
His tail was sliding out from under him, the rear tires skidding to the right, up the steep bank of Turn Two. He'd told his crew chief he was running loose. Ethan assured him they'd fixed the problem. A wedge in the suspension during the last pit stop, his second. Three pounds less air in the outside back tire.
Damn, his ass was going into a full swerve now, veering up the side of the asphalt hill.
Two cars screamed past him on the inside, below him. He sailed into a counterclockwise rotation, the wall behind him, above him. Trey steered to the right in an attempt to regain traction. Not soon enough. Jem Nordstrom smashed into him broadside. They plowed forward together down onto the straightaway.
Not for long. Suddenly Trey was rolling sideways.
Over and over and over.
The tube-steel cage of Car No. 483, the snug fit of the custom seat and the five-point harness kept him from being tossed around like the proverbial rag doll, but the bounces still weren't gentle. He instinctively brought his right hand up across his chest toward his left shoulder.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The direction changed and Trey found himself flipping like a gymnast across an Olympic pad. One more ... read full excerpt from: Running Wide Open ebook
