Every American racing story has a wall. Hers was at Fontana. A broken suspension at 220 mph. The car launched, tumbled fourteen times, and disintegrated. She woke up three days later with a titanium spine, a shattered left hand, and a question in her husband’s eyes: Will you stop?
She smiled. Then she closed the garage door and walked inside to make dinner. retrospectos de carreras americanas
The Last Lap