Every stage of every race, the brake rotors and pads get changed out. Constant velocity housings, driveshaft universal joints and the shafts themselve... get banged and dented and all that gets replaced with either rebuilt or new.Hinges wallow out, windshields get pitted, snow isn't as soft as it looks, the sounds of metallic ceramic brake pads on steel ventilated rotors let the driver and the fans know that wear and tear is happening.A night race has glowing rotors and calipers that let a body. Benson told me something that night: a secret. I couldn’t believe it at first, but I’d left his house without breathing a word.When I had arrived home, I looked at Savannah and suddenly realized that the truth was right there in front of me. All I’d had to do was confront mom, and when I did, she had cried. She didn’t deny it. But she’d made me promise not to tell dad. Mom and Mr. Benson had been sleeping together when she first moved into the house with my father. I was only a year old then.. “Lori honey, you do what you have to do to save yourself. Stop fighting it, it’s the only way,” her mother kept saying whenever she saw her.It was hard for Lori to imagine her mom going through the same thing. She had always seemed like Carol Brady or Beaver Cleaver’s mom. Too good to get her hands dirty, but if her mother had to make the same choice, she had gotten them pretty dirty.Lori stopped going outside. Instead, she wandered around her house trying to think of a better solution.. ‘This one won’t last much longer.’Sarah rolled her eyes disapprovingly.‘How about you Sarah?’ he addressed my wife.‘We’ll get these…’ she insisted.‘No, no, not at all. Come on, it’s your first time here and I’m buying,’ pleaded our neighbour successfully.‘You’re so kind,’ Sarah Smiled. ‘But I’m not sure, I’ll come in with you and see what they’ve got.’Sarah followed Geoff to the bar door and I watched them inside.‘After you!’ he said, allowing my missus to enter first. Did I catch him checking.