Ready To Race

Benji

Rick nodded down the long narrow road that was illuminated by his Jeep headlights. “You sure this is the right place, man? It looks pretty—deserted.”

“This is where the GPS says to go,” I said, glancing down at the map on my phone. I’d plugged in the address Harley sent me earlier that afternoon for tonight’s race. “Go on. I’m sure it’s just around a corner at the end or something.”

Mason leaned forward in the backseat to grip the sides of mine and Rick’s seats. “Don’t be a pussy, Rick. It’s just a long dark road. The scariest thing that’s down there is Harley herself.”

I chuckled. “He’s right.”

Rick scowled but drove ahead anyway. “I just figured there’d be more cars around is all. Are we late? Or early?”

“Maybe a bit early,” I said.

Our early arrival was intentional. I wanted to meet up with Kevin before the race and get a feel for his Hellcat. Hopefully he’d arrived as punctually as we did in order to make that happen.

The road had to be a good three miles long. It was flanke