Black Flag (Racing On the Edge)
“with only crew members and racing officials are allowed into the pits for safety reasons.
The skies opened up and the rain poured down onto the track. I was soaked inside the car, watching the steady stream of water trickle inside my car as the entire field sat red flagged in turn four.
“I need a beer. This is boring.”
Kyle chuckled over the radio but didn’t respond.
I was bored out of my fucking mind. I hated rain delays. I was from Washington so you’d think I’d be used to rain. We’d been sitting here for the last forty-five minutes and I couldn’t understand why they hadn’t pulled us onto pit road.
The most entertainment I had was watching a helicopter try and land in this mini hurricane that seemed to be blowing through.
“I’m starving.” I complained again.
“The race has been called,” Kyle announced. “It’s scheduled again for tomorrow.”
“Thank god, now I can eat!”
I fired up the engine.
The pace car led us down pit lane.
“Take the car to the—”
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