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...and Richard smiled as he led Lucy down to his pit stall along side the track. With any luck there'd be a fairly good turnout and he could do his part toward turning more broom riders to the dark side - convincing them that racing was even more fun that Quidditch. HIs hand on the handle released the wards as he rolled the door up. He knew Lucy with her non-magical background would recognize it as a standard garage door, but he still smiled a little at what an innovation an aluminum roll-up door had been to those whose entire life had been spent in the wizarding world.
           
He pointed past several racks of brooms and his trackside broom tuning bench. "Your leathers, boots, and helmet are in the loo back there if you'd like to get changed. And yes, they are meant to fit that tight. Something flapping about at over a hundred miles an hour can raise quite the welt, as well as mucking up your flight characteristics. The track crew will be sending up the corner markers and the high and low crossing gates and I thought I'd take you up on a Two-Place first and show you how to fly the course before I turned you loose solo on a trainer. You seemed to be pretty much a natural at the broom rodeo, so that shouldn't be too long."