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continued, “I would be foolish if I wasn’t ready to pay the price for making a mistake.And, in this sport, a mistake can kill you. It doesn’t happen too often, because the cars and tracks are set up to reduce that risk, but it does happen.”
    â€œSo tell me,” Ken said, “what makes you so ready to accept death?”
    She smiled again. This was going to be a great interview segment. Tough questions and unafraid answers.
    â€œThe long view.”
    â€œThe long view?” Ken asked. She had him hooked. And if she had him hooked, people watching the documentary would be hooked too.
    â€œSure,” she said. “Do you believe in God?”
    She had caught Ken off guard. And he was supposed to be the interviewer.
    â€œDo you believe in God?” she repeated. “Surveys show that up to seventy percent of people believe in God.”
    â€œWell...,” he said.
    â€œWhat I find amazing,” she said, showing us the tough Sandy Peterson who stood up for what she believed in, “is what people willdiscuss on television in front of millions of people—weird things, private things, stupid things. All stuff that should embarrass them. But it doesn’t. Then ask someone about God like I did just now...”
    Ken squirmed. Uncle Mike, though, was too good a director to stop the camera now. He’d cut out the stuff that made Ken look bad and use bits and pieces of what Sandy was saying. I’d vote for keeping most of what she said. She was right, after all, about television. I’d seen some of those talk shows.
    â€œAnyway,” Sandy said, “if you don’t believe in God, death is pretty scary. Because then that’s all there is. But if you believe that He is waiting, it is a lot easier to feel confident about getting into a racecar...”
    She stopped for a moment, thinking about her audience. “And this isn’t just about racecar drivers. Think about all the car accidents that happen away from the racetrack. Anybody anywhere who gets behind a steering wheel, especially teenagers, because they don’t have as much driving experience, should think about what I’m saying...”
    Ken coughed quietly. I quickly handed him a drink off-camera, then stepped back.
    The liquid helped him recover his voice quickly. He was about to ask another question when George Lot burst into the motor home.
    â€œSandy,” he said. The big crew chief held a folded newspaper in his right hand. He waved it at her.
    â€œGeorge,” she said, without getting up. “We’re in the middle of something.”
    â€œI know,” he said, “but you’re going to want to see this. Tim Becker just called me about it. He said he’s starting to feel better and would come to the track later. But he’s crazy mad. He asked me to show this to you. He wants to scrap the whole film shoot. The rest of the crew just want to quit.”
    â€œWhat?!?” Sandy stood up. She took the newspaper from her crew chief.
    â€œDriver Blames Crew,” she read from the headline. “Loose rear wheel leads to crash during practice run.”
    George nodded. “When you read the rest, you’ll see that an inside source is quoted.And that inside source is named as someone from a television film crew.”
    He looked at Uncle Mike and glared. I was happy that George did not have a big wrench in his hand.
    Sandy quickly scanned the rest of the article.
    I remembered what Tim Becker had said during the barbecue: “Remember, Trenton, even though you’ve got that on film, Sandy won’t let you air it on television. Can you imagine what the press would do with it? Can you imagine the headline? Crew Fails To Check Car. That wouldn’t be good for the team. Or the sponsor. And we need to keep the sponsor happy.”
    When she finished reading, Sandy Peterson looked straight at Uncle Mike.
    â€œWhat I’d like to say,” she told