Tires screech. Another ho-hum day at the nascar track. The crowd sways vividly, creating heat lines like air rising off asphalt in the desert. The air smells of of body odor and sweat.
A scene is caused when, moments before the race begins, Bobby Goldstein, a top-ranked but accident prone racer is torn out of his car by his fretting Jewish mother. They argue. She wins.
The car, driven at a steady 55 mph by Fran Goldstein, is rear-ended in the third lap and tumbles off the track, resting steadily by the quarter pole in flames.
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