Trey rode with Lexi up to the starting line. He adjusted the GoPro hanging in the back of the car. “There. Now we will be able to assess your racing and make improvements,” Trey smiled. He walked around to the driver side window, leaned down, and gently kissed his wife. Lexi whispered something to him, smiled, and reved up the car. The orange beast shook from the rumble of the exhaust. Trey grinned and walked over to the bleachers. Lexi took a deep breath and gripped her hands around the steering wheels until her knuckles turned white. Her long, brown hair was pulled back in a pony tail. The aroma in the race car consisted of bug spray, exhaust fumes, and racing fuel. Her opponent pulled up next to her in a charcoal 335i BMW with twin turbos and a tune. He must think that he would be able to walk her old Capri. Little did he know that it was a sleeper, but she knew he would be quite the challenge. Lexi glanced over at him. He waved and she returned focus to the pavement. “Do...