Dane strolls through the riders' camp in Bourg-en-Bresse. Engines roar on the circuit. The smell of testosterone and burnt rubber hangs in the air. The young English woman can feel the men silently appraise her svelte frame, her scuffed leather overall clinging like Emma Peel's catsuit. Dane has entered the inner sanctum of motor racing, and in a few hours she will be competing in her very first international race.
Bonnie and Clyde of Motor Racing
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