People love speed and racing each other from on foot to horses to cars. Every spring the road rally races come to Dent County.
The local paper wrote up big articles about the race, Hundred Acre Wood Rally, and the drivers beforehand along with a map of the routes plus viewing places. I paid scant attention as I milk in the mornings.
Then I got an idea for a novel and the Rally was a good starting place. So I started checking out the event.
Road Rally races aren’t like horse races where the first one over the finish line wins. They are timed races where the winner has the fastest accumulated time for the several legs of the race.
Ridge became a big fan of the road rally races. Since these racers are urged to respect traffic laws, he did so as well. Yet, he loved the driving, the skill, the speed.
The villain was based on a happening very long ago in northwest Arkansas. A college professor wooed one of his students and married her. He moved her out into the woods with no way to communicate with anyone or get to anyone. Her family finally tracked her down a few months later.
Ridge’s car is the bridge between the two. It is his first car. It is special in a way only a first car can be special. Driving it is a passion Ridge is loathe to give up or have reined in.
I enjoyed writing “Running the Roads”. I found the road rally races interesting. Watching the cars swoosh down a hill, slide around the curve and zip off down the road was exciting. I do understand the passion some people feel watching these events.
Every March I read the articles in the local paper. I look over the map. And then life takes over. Milking is done first.