Astrid Maxxim and the Electric Racecar Challenge – Chapter 16 Excerpt

Astrid Maxxim and the Electric Racecar Challenge“I don’t know if this race was such a good idea,” said Astrid into Austin’s ear, as she rode behind him on his hoverbike back to Maxxim City.

“Sure it is,” he said. “Did you see how awesome our pit stop was? I timed it. We got your car charged up in thirty-two seconds.”

The girl inventor laughed. “You did great. I hope you’re not offended that I’ll have a professional pit crew in the actual race.”

“Of course not. You’ve got to get tires changed and stuff. I still get to be in the pit though, right?”

“Sure. The pit stop isn’t the problem. I just don’t know if I can be a racecar driver. I was only going eighty on the test track and I was scared to death.”

“It will be better at the real track,” opined Austin. “You’ll see. It will be just like playing a big video game.”

“I hope so,” she said. “I’d hate to pee myself on national TV.”

“Hah! That’s a laugh. Astrid, you’re the bravest person in the world. You’ve flown a space rescue, dodged missiles shot at your plane, disarmed bombs, and swam in the Antarctic ocean.”

“Wow, Austin. You’ll give me a swelled head. I hope I don’t ever let you down.”

“You never could.”

Astrid could tell from his voice that he meant it, and she gave him an extra tight squeeze.

Astrid Maxxim and the Electric Racecar Challenge – Chapter 15 Excerpt

Astrid Maxxim and the Electric Racecar ChallengeOnce the automobile was charged, they opened the electric vehicle’s doors and climbed in, Astrid in the driver’s seat and Toby in the passenger’s. The interior was filled with the smell of new plastic and leather. With a press of the button, Astrid started the almost silent electric motor, shifted into gear, and drove smoothly away from the building. She maintained a speed of under 40 mph as they took the access road north.

Toby looked at her.

“What?”

“It’s a racecar, right?”

“I’ll go faster when we get on the track,” she said. “Remember, I’m an inexperienced driver.”

About ten minutes later, they arrived at the test track. The two-mile oval had been built years earlier, to test a variety of automotive related technologies. It hadn’t seen much use lately, but Astrid thought that would change with the acquisition of Maxxim Motors. Pulling up to the starting line, the girl inventor looked at her passenger.

“Are you ready to go?”

“Hold on,” said Toby, looking ahead. “What’s this?”

A white security SUV was approaching, the emergency lights on top flashing red and blue. It came to a stop directly in front of the electric racecar. The door opened and out stepped Captain Sergio Diaz, the head of Maxxim security. The two teens could see Agent Magro in the passenger seat, but he didn’t get out.

Astrid put her car into park, turned off the engine, and climbed out. Toby followed her.

“Hey Mr. Diaz,” she said. “What’s going on?”

“I have to ask you not to drive anymore, Astrid,” he said. He seemed embarrassed and didn’t look her in the eye.

“I’ve got to test the Meteor,” said Astrid.

“In this state, it’s illegal for someone of your age to drive without an adult in the vehicle to supervise.”

“That’s only on public roads,” she replied. “This is private property, as you well know.”

“I’m sorry, Astrid. I have my orders.”

“Orders from whom?”

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Astrid Maxxim and the Electric Racecar Challenge – Chapter 14 Excerpt

Astrid Maxxim and the Electric Racecar Challenge“All systems nominal,” said Astrid, looking at Ariel’s instruments.

“We have a clean burn,” said copilot Carl Williams.

Ariel, propelled by her custom Maxxim liquid fuel blend, a combination of hydroxy-terminated polybutadiene, nitrous oxide, and several top secret ingredients, pushed the advanced spaceplane higher and higher into the atmosphere.

“Throttling up,” said Astrid.

She looked over her shoulder at her three passengers.

“Everything good back there?”

Laura Bell flashed a smile. Booker Larson’s eyes were glued to his instrument panel, but her threw Astrid a thumbs up. Sergei Bryce simply looked like he was going to throw up. The three of them, all of whom could be found on the list of the twenty richest Americans, had each paid $2 million for the chance to fly into space.

The force of acceleration pressed everyone back into their seats.

“Nosing up to forty degrees,” said Astrid. “Throttling up to seventy percent.”

“Mach six point three,” called Williams. “Altitude is four five miles.”

The gentle rumbling of the rocket engines through the fuselage of the space plane continued.

“Fuel is good,” said Williams. “Pressure is good. All navigation and secondary systems are good.”

“Flight controls are good,” said Astrid. “Plotting a geostationary transfer orbit.” She looked back at her three passengers. “This will take us flying out to 22,230 miles out, and then swing us back down to one hundred miles.”

“That’s fantastic!” Laura Bell’s shout was amplified by the microphone.

“Easy there, Miss,” said Williams. “I’d like to return with both my eardrums intact.”

“Sorry.”

“Who’d like to get out of their seats and float around?” asked Astrid, as she released her restraints.

The others followed suit and soon they were all floating around Ariel’s large cabin, spinning, doing summersaults, and peeling off their flight suits. Astrid had just finished stowing her suit and helmet, when she turned around to see Sergei Bryce throwing up.

“I’ve got it,” called Carl Williams, as he retrieved a vacuum hose from a ceiling compartment and began chasing down the spherical globules of vomit.

Several hours later, back in her seat, Astrid made an announcement.

“Congratulations lady and gentleman, you have just reached the farthest point away from the earth of anyone since the crew of Apollo 17.”

Astrid Maxxim and the Electric Racecar Challenge – Chapter 13 Excerpt

Astrid Maxxim and the Electric Racecar ChallengeAstrid spent the rest of the week close to home. Friday night, she had dinner with the Bundersmith family next door. Aunt Gerta baked a Schweinshaxe, a ham leg with a crunchy brown crust. It was moist and delicious on the inside. It was served with brown gravy and knödel, a type of boiled dumpling, that while delicious, Toby’s great-aunt seemed almost apologetic about serving.

“It’s not German, strictly speaking,” said Aunt Gerta, “but the boys like them.”

Both Toby and his father nodded.

“I’ve eaten your wonderful apple pies,” replied Astrid. “They may not be German, but they’re pretty fantastic.”

“Not tonight. We’re having Dampfnudel.”

Astrid turned her head to look at Toby.

“It’s like a cinnamon roll,” he said.

“There’s no cinnamon in it!” called Aunt Gerta over her shoulder, as she popped into the kitchen to bring out the dessert.

There might not have been any cinnamon, but it was quite like a sweet roll, filled with sugar and fruits, and topped with vanilla custard. As was usually the case when dining with the Bundersmiths, the girl inventor was very full when she returned home. Toby walked her to her front step and looked like he was going to bend over and kiss her, when Agent Toulson opened her front door.

Astrid Maxxim and the Electric Racecar Challenge – Chapter 11 Excerpt

Astrid Maxxim and the Electric Racecar ChallengeJust after dinner, Astrid called her cousin Gloria.

“Are you going to Detroit this week?”

“I have to,” said Gloria. “I wanted to go to Puerto Vallarta for Spring Break, but Mom says she misses me or something.”

“And you’re too young to go to Mexico for Spring Break.”

“She might have said something along that line too.”

“So, when are you going to Detroit?” asked Astrid.

“Tomorrow at 10:00 AM.”

“Do you mind if I catch a ride?”

“It’s a free country. I mean, I don’t mind.” Astrid could almost hear the strain of trying to be pleasant in her cousin’s voice.

“Great,” said Astrid. “See you then.”

“Plans?” asked Kate Maxxim.

“I’m shooting up to Detroit for a couple of days.”

Her mother raised an eyebrow, but didn’t say anything.

Astrid arrived just before ten at the Maxxim airfield, with Priyanka Sharma in tow, and stepped up into the cabin of the Starcraft 170 commuter plane. Gloria was already seated about mid-plane, and standing in the aisle was Maxxim Industries pilot Carl Williams. Agent Sharma took a seat by the door.

“You’re flying us, Carl?” asked Astrid.

“No, you are.”

“I don’t know,” said Astrid. “I haven’t flown anything bigger than my hoverbike since my brain surgery.”

“And you crashed that,” added Gloria.

“Time to get back onto the horse,” said Williams. “Don’t worry. I’ll be right there next to you the whole way. I’ll make sure everything’s fine.”

“Please do,” said Gloria. “If we crash with her, your name probably won’t even make the papers, and mine will be at least a half column down.”

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