A Taste for Speed
Sarah Stanton felt someone watching her, and not in the semi-interested way that her undergraduate students sometimes did. This was intense, startlingly so. She glanced around the crowd milling under the festive white tent but couldn't spot the watcher. After a moment she decided that she'd probably imagined the sensation. She was jet-lagged and as far out of her usual academic element as she could imagine. The only thing a private NASCAR prerace party held in common with a college lecture hall was Sarah, herself.
The things a professor must do in the name of research…
Sarah smiled as she took in the activity around her. Last night Dean and Patsy Grosso, owners of Cargill-Grosso Racing, had flown her with them in their private jet from North Carolina to California's Sonoma Valley. In a little while she would witness her first NASCAR race. Just in time, too, since this fall she would be moving from Larchmont College's general business faculty into its motorsports management program. The Grossos were donors to that program and also active participants, inviting interns to work at Cargill-Grosso Racing. And now they'd agreed to take her on as their summer pro ... read full excerpt from: A Taste for Speed ebook
