“Are you sure it’s safe?”
“Sure it is. I did it and am fine, ain’t I?”
Chris sat in their homebuilt wooden racing car, his hands tightening on the hubcap steering wheel. “I don’t know.”
Sam chuckled. “Don’t worry about it. It’s a piece of cake. Just don’t hit that tree or we won’t be able to sit down for a week.”
Chris’ mouth went dry as he looked around. Below their hill we hundreds of trees. “Which tree?”
Sam motioned to the tallest one below. “That one. The Widowmaker.” He pushed the car before Chris could say another word.