John hung up the phone and looked out the window at the crisp, fall sky. The cars were already on the grid, spectators admiring the gaudy paint, excitement mounting in anticipation of the start. This was what made racing at this level special, the cars on display with crowds mingling around and waiting for the engines to roar to life. In an hour, they would retreat to the stands and the cars would circle the track in anticipation of the start. The temperature sign across the street flashed "40 DEGREES AT 9:23 AM."