Chance of a Lifetime
“She’d only gotten a quarter mile on him when he was closing the gap. She of course was holding back some, not just because she was now a little more cognizant of how fast she was going but also because flat out on an open road a Trans Am wouldn’t have a chance in hell against a Porsche. She didn’t have any intention of losing him. She grinned at the thought. However, those refitted cars had some serious power under the hood. She suspected the driver did as well. As she whipped into a turn, she accelerated coming out as if there were an egg under the gas pedal, a slow roll, just the way a fast car liked it. The Porsche leaped forward. As she straightened, she watched that black muscle car take it the same way, coming on low and mean after her. The tractor road came up suddenly, but she hit the brake, spinning out the back wheels for a fast ninety-degree turn. God, she’d missed this. When her dad had worked the pits of the dirt tracks, he’d taught her how to handle the cars like the you...ng NASCAR wannabes.MoreLess
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