Bob spent his time after the race seeing to his car. Having spent almost all of his free time the previous week working on it, upgrading it for today's race, he was understandably disappointed with his sixth place finish. He assured himself he would have fared better had the other drivers acted sanely instead of recklessly veering all over the course. He'd already lost his dream car once in a race accident, he wasn't about to let it happen again, least of all at some lame-ass charity event. No, if California Bob Falfa was going down in flames, than it would be on the streets, driving head to head in a race for pinks.
Still, at least the sun was out, making the crowded fairground feel more like home, and there were some pretty honeys about. Casually unbuttoning his shirt, Bob leaned against the hood of his car and put on his hat, adjusting it to block the sun's glare. Maybe the day wouldn't be such a drag after all.