Jack sat in his car staring up at that Dutray clock with a mix of anticipation and uncut terror. He had traveled to Le Mans at the invitation of a friend, M.L. Speer, who was a race car-driving fellow Texan with a knack for recruiting Jack into one harebrained scheme after another.
With every hour that ticked by, the excitement and anticipation grew, until the carrier arrived to transport the car to Cernobbio. After it was loaded and the truck's large tailgate closed, at that moment, every worker who spent so much time and attention on the car watched it leave, just hoping it would impress the jury, and win a prize.