I was just sitting in a chair visiting with the crew when I began to answer phone calls. I usually assisted people on the phone answering questions like, "Do you do piercings? What are the hours? Are there any openings for today?" In other words, I answered easy questions.
At 5,250 feet, near the summit of one of Mt. Rainier’s foothills, Kevin Ebi will either end up with an amazing image of the day’s first light striking the mountain’s rugged face or he will just end up very cold. He won’t find out for another half hour when the sun finally clears the horizon.
A radar gun could not clock the adrenaline that surges through their veins. Their pulse beats so rapidly they have to hold onto their chest, out of fear their heart may jump out of their body and run away. The drug of choice is speed. It does not come in an oral form; rather it is 120 horsepower traveling up to 180 mph on the track at Pacific Raceways.