<strong>Name:</strong>Molly Roth<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Black, close fit, moisture wicking short sleeve top with matching capris pants.  Black and white Simpson SFI rated Firesuit tied down at her waist.  Black Simpson Redline SFI-5 driving shoes.  Hair pinned up in a French Twist to fit under her helmet.<br/><strong>Current Vehicle:</strong>LS3 Powered Nissan 350z race car<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>June 17, 10am<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Paddock near her RV<br/><strong>Activity:</strong>Car prep for the day’s Sprint Races<br/><strong>Content Warning:</strong>None<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Paul West (NPC), Open Tag<br/><hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WfgVKmC.jpg)</div>“Paul! Did you get the new Hoosiers on earlier?  How are my tire pressures?”  Molly’s voice carried back into the trailer.  A moment later, a response came.<br/><br/>“Yeah!  You’re good to go.  Would I ever let you take this monster out if it wasn’t in top shape?  Before I left to come down here I changed all the fluids, swapped out the spark plugs and retentions all the belts.  If you don’t win, it won’t be the car’s fault that’s for damn sure! Your tires are fresh and have the proper pressures.”<br/><br/>Molly laughed and dropped her helmet and HANS device into the driver’s seat.  Heading back into the trailer, she pulled a bottle of water out of the refrigerator and cracked it open.  Hydration had been drilled into her by her HPDE instructors since the very beginning.  Dehydrated drivers made poor decisions and and poor decisions got you in trouble.  Looking out into the brightening sunlight, she say Paul under the hood of he Z and wondered what he was up to. She did most of the fabrication and development work....but Paul took care of the maintenance.  Truth be told, she’d be lost without him.  She had so much work to do that a lot of times she didn’t have time to do the upkeep on her cars.<br/><br/>Leaning back, she rested against the counter and set her water down.  She rubbed her face a bit, feeling the cool water that was on her hands.  Every time she came to the track it was the same thing.  Excitement that kept her up late the night before followed by a long day and crashing the next night.  Last night she’d been too hyped up to sleep and she’d stayed out far too late.  Good thing the adrenaline always kicked in after the started up the car.<br/><br/>Today was going to be a long day though.....