Never mind. The Bug was lighter, but his car, with its greater weight and low-revving engine, needed time to build up speed. The wind tore at his face and he felt the muscles in his neck and shoulders take the strain as he swung the six-cylinder car up the banking under Member’s Bridge. He pulled the air intake control out to full, then floored the accelerator as the Railway Straight opened out in front of him. He was gaining on the Bugatti now, the roar of the crowd on the bridge coming faintly to him over the deep thrum of his engine. His revs were building as the long stroke picked up the power. Keyne was slowing, trying to see a way past the huge Frazer-Nash in front of him. Jaggard touched the wheel and saw a window of clear track ahead, blocked by Johnny Miller in the Miller Special. The smell of cut grass twanged his senses. The grass had been cut by a car crashing off the track. There it was! Reggie Palmer in an overturned Voisin, broadside on, its wheels still spinning in the air.
