No pro teams, uniforms, sponsored cars.Woolsey emerged from under the stands wearing some sort of white padded getup, a helmet under one arm. He talke... with two men who were doing something important under the hood of some kind of souped-up Dodge. Dark green with a lot of decals and the number 14 painted on the two doors.I wandered through the crowd standing along the oval track. Two miles. Most of the people seemed to know one of the drivers; there was a lot of friendly bantering.I was bored. . understand?The waitress at the Union was friendly. She couldn’t help but notice my seabag ... it was US Navy blue and as tall as I am. I slumped to a chair.“You’re new,” she wasn’t asking. She was telling.I nodded, and croaked out, “Coffee ... and whole wheat toast buttered, please and thank you.”“Seaman?” That was a genuine question. She called in my order and poured a cup at the same time.“Not exactly.” I said after a sip. “You saved my life,” as the toast slid in front of me.“Jam?”“I. We’ll be falling over ourselves trying to stay in your good graces. Do you think Steve will be visiting anytime soon?’ ‘We’ve been toying with the idea of riding Harleys up from L.A. over the Labor Day weekend,’ revealed Gwen. ‘Charlotte, Jordan, and I have boyfriends that love those big bikes. We’ll probably stay over in L.A. Saturday night and hit the road early Sunday. The drive up the Pacific coast is supposed to be incredible.’ ‘You mean that Steve Hammer AND Jordan Quick might be. Leaving out the meat to thaw, he set out for Kim’s. When he got there, he knocked on her door and she opened it to let him. She was dressed in a skirt and a rather snug tee-shirt. It was simple, but showed off her many curves quite well. The effect was rather breathtaking. ‘Wow, Kim you look… wow,’ was all Brett could say. Kim smiled and replied, ‘Thank you. Please, come in. I have something I need to finish before we can go.’ As he entered the cabin, he noted a small bag with some clothes.