Part 2 of my LeMons New England excursion. This time, I actually get to drive the damn thing. Read Part 1 here!

Barely minutes after the Corvair heads to the track, it was seen turning back into the pits. “He’s pulling in, he’s coming in,” our team shouted, dashing down the grandstand to find out if our TR7 points hadn’t cut it. “Why’s he pulling in so soon?”
We dashed up alongside the Corvair as Jim found a place to park behind the judges’ tent. The Saab-powered, wing-bedecked 300ZX pulled in behind him. After parking next to the Corvair, its driver jumped out. “You ok?” he asked. Jim paused for a moment, then finally said, “yeah, I’m fine. Dunno if I got a black flag or not.”
Jonny Lieberman walked over and tapped on the Corvair’s door. “You hit him!”
“He hit me!” Jim exclaimed. “Can I go back in now?”
“Absolutely not!” Lieberman shot him down. “Now, why’d you hit him?”
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