A new novel of road racing removes all the elements of sportsmanship and narrows the course to that high horsepower society of those who own the cars- and the men they buy to drive them. Scott Warren, who is driving for Miles Fenton, has his credit card along with his wife- Moira. But he also has the memory of Becky, with whom he had fallen in love in Paris, and who now turns up to turn him down for another driver. And the glazed, crazed weekend here before a race is a tune-up for Scott in which, hung over and edgy, his attempted defense of Becky backfires, he's found in bed with Moira- and kicked out of it-by her husband, and he enters the race he's got to win- knowing that he's going to lose it..... High and benzedrene and all the other stimulants will accelerate this towards a certain audience, but conservatives will want to watch out for the soft shoulders on the road.