He stood beside his car with one foot resting on the rear tire. A crowd of people were gathered around him looking curiously into his face. They asked questions that he answered automatically - not giving the answers any thought because he had heard them over and over again from people who were trying to form a possible story. They wanted a little personal touch to add in case they got the chance to tell about an ex-midget race driver with whom they had had a little chat once. He did not look at anyone's eyes particularly, but he knew what was there: admiration, excitement and that question that he had never heard, yet knew by heart. He didn't have an answer for it; he didn't want an answer for it. He knew the mechanic had shined his car and that the motor was in perfect condition but something wasn't quite right, something was bothering him.
Owens, Richard H.
Manuscripts: Vol. 15
, Article 19.
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