Skid X Pump Novels & Stories

"And if we don't?" "If we don't, their entire defensive architecture collapses," I rumbled, my voice dropping until it was just a low vibration against her skin. "Miller is going to set up his pocket for a standard acceleration curve out of the second turn. If we force an early break”if we force the pace to shift to the extreme outer rail before the sensor line”his support units won't have time to calibrate their lateral support." "That puts us at a seventy-percent risk of a high-side skid," she pointed out, though there was no fear in her voice”only the cold, sharp edge of a gambler looking at a winning hand.

One, the twin of the missing machine, and the other, an older, battered beast, now relegated to mundane outings like towing firewood or propane tanks in its attached sled. Scott walked the newer skidoo out of the shed, quickly sliding the door closed behind him. He slid the machine onto the frozen lake and took one more look toward the lodge. Jackie was still standing where he left her, her face pressed against the glass in an effort to see him through the swirling mess.