Chapter 3 continues with devious plotting and racecars.
Daytona Beach was a festive place to live. Mick relished in the inexpensive economy and lack of law enforcement the racing town employed.
He enjoyed a player’s lifestyle. It was the roaring 1920's. In New York, hustling for extra dollars doing odd jobs and working at his father’s clothing shop supported Mick’s philandering and nightclub lifestyle. Here, in Florida, the atmosphere changed drastically from his Northern routine.
Quickly Mick decided the money he had in his pockets, he left from Manhattan with, would not last long so he found an enterprise to aid him in keeping his playboy standard of living. Fortune smiled upon Mick early on the first couple of days he spent in Daytona Beach.
Car races were being held on the World’s Most Famous Beach. Mick met a man named Fred Duesenberg. He wanted Mick to speed one of his Model X Duesenberg models down the 23-mile beach course in an upcoming race.
Fred Duesenberg was an auto engineer and not quite as adept socially as Mick was. With a silver tongue and a wit to match Fred was no contest for Mick’s rationale.
Mick said, “I deserve to be paid top dollar if I win the race and bring fame and notoriety to the Duesenberg Inc. automobile company.” The two came to a remarkably quick and…
