"Maybe not," said Worm. "Yet I've known cars in my day that were never driven but they hurt or killed somebody." He looked almost with malevolence at the Black Tiger. "I'm wishing Randy had wrecked ye all together," he said with surprising feeling.
8
It was a month before Randy was able to get up to Hermosa Beach to see Worm and find out for himself what had been done on the Black Tiger. In that time, Woody had been down to San Diego twice to see him, and had seen quite a bit of Rocky too. In fact, he'd seen enough of her to become aware that Mary Jane, despite an elaborate unconcern, didn't approve of their meetings at all. He tried once to explain that since Rocky was Randy's daughter, he was likely to see her as well as her father when he went to San Diego, and that was all there was to it.
"You don't have to go driving around the city in that midget car of hers," Mary Jane said.
"It's a full-size MG TF," Woody said. "And if I get half a chance I'm going to race it."
"Why doesn't she race it herself?" countered Mary Jane.
"She's going to, in the women's races. But she said she'd let me drive it at Hansen Dam."
"Woody Hartford," said Mary Jane. "If you drive that car in a race, you can say good-by to me. I don't ever want to see you again."
Woody was thinking over this ultimatum when Randy came hobbling into the garage on crutches, with Rocky at his side.