Did he dare tackle the sonic barrier?
The white asphalt was like opaque mist. The universe seemed to consist only of the broad expanse of Jetway.
Swooommmm.
Someone passing even at this speed! The crazy fool! And cutting in, the flame of his exhaust clouding Tom's windshield!
Tom's foot jerked off the accelerator. His Hornet slowed. The car ahead disappeared into the white distance like a black arrow.
Whew!
His legs were suddenly like ice water. He pulled over to the emergency strip. Down went the speedometer—five hundred, four, three, two, one, zero....
He saw the image of the approaching Hornet in his rear-vision radarscope. It was traveling fast and heading straight toward him. Heading onto the emergency strip.
A side-swiper!
Tom's heart churned. There would be no physical contact between the two Hornets—but the torrent of air from the inch-close passage would be enough to hurl his car into the Jetway bank like a storm-blown leaf.