Speed Bumps
Energy pulsed around her. Through her. Inside her. If she didn't need both hands on the steering wheel, she would have raised her fist and shouted, "Yes!"
Last weekend she'd driven Vaughn Steiner's Number 111 car in Daytona. The Super Bowl of stock car racing. She'd come in a respectable, if not terribly impressive, twenty-second out of forty-three.
Now here she was at the race track in California and do- ing considerably better. From her twelfth-position start in the pack of forty-three, she'd moved up to third place. Third place!
That could change in a heartbeat, of course. A blown tire. Worse, a blown engine. Or the inevitable crash.
"Pit stop, Gabby," the voice in her helmet announced. Mack Roberts, her crew chief.
She glanced at the row of quivering instruments dotted across the utilitarian dashboard.
Oil and water temperatures. Good.
Oil and fuel pressures. Check.
Volt gauge. On the mark.
But there was no fuel gauge. Gassing up was an art, not a science. Timing was everything. She'd run forty laps since her last pit stop and was now approaching the mid- way mark in the five-hundred-mile race, so far without a major ... read full excerpt from Speed Bumps ebook
