The two went out to the MG together, and Woody felt the same sort of lowering of the temperature he had experienced when he called Mary Jane to say that he couldn't take her out because he'd spent his money on Cindy Lou. When he got back, Mary Jane had gone to the motel with Steve, but Worm was waiting for him. "We'll have tae go oot and get the Black Tiger," he said. "I've had a word wi' Randy aboot it, and he wants it towed to my garage. We'll take a look at it and see if it can be towed behind the Dodge." They drove back to Torrey Pines then and found the Black Tiger had been taken to a service shed in the back of the pit area. Worm jacked her up and crawled underneath to inspect the steering linkage. He was there ten minutes, and when he came out he had a piece of shiny metal shaped like a large marble in his hand. "Steering knuckle," he said. "Sheered clean through." Woody stared at it. He'd never known of a steering knuckle breaking before. It might happen on an old car, but hardly on a new one. "How could that have happened?" he asked. Worm shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "Car may have been dropped in shipping and yon knuckle slightly fractured. But there's some cars, laddie, that are just not built tae drive. They're man-killers. And it comes tae me noo that this is one of them." Woody recalled the time he'd seen the Black Tiger in Worm's garage under the electric lights. There had been something menacing about it then. "Horseradish," he said. "A car's a car. They haven't any feelings of their own." "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.