Fast cars and Central American politics are the glitzy ingredients of filthy-rich Doris Fein's latest Los Angeles adventure. When a chunk of concrete falls on her beloved TR-7, Doris buys a specially designed $50,000 wonder (""It may sound shallow and materialistic, but here in Southern California, to a large extent you are what you drive""), then takes driving lessons at the race track. It is there that she meets macho Roddy Alcala, son of a Central American dictator--and she's no sooner home from putting him down than IGO director George Case, for whom Doris has worked as a government spy, is asking her to encourage Roddy's interest and report her observations. As the US has an oil interest in Roddy's country, which is friendly to us but threatened by revolutionaries, and as Doris loves her own, she agrees. Her qualms are partially put to rest when Roddy, much later, reveals that he is the revolution. Meanwhile the pair has been shot at a few times by agents from Roddy's father's plotting army, defended by his faithful bodyguard, kidnapped by a traitorous one, and chased in some fast-car hair-raisers that end with Doris' daring game of chicken. Naive politics at best, and yes, it does sound shallow and materialistic. But the adventure purrs along at top velocity and the mixture has proven irresistible.