We pulled out of the track entrance, with Rachael leading the group. She drove about a half mile and pulled over on the shoulder. I was next in line, and as I stopped behind the Belvedere, I noticed my voltmeter was on eleven volts.
As I opened the hood to check out the problem, Rachael walked up behind me and announced, "I don't have drive!"
"Great! Just great", I swore as I looked at my alternator.
The large battery wire was burnt for about four inches, and had melted itself to the field and sense wires.
"What's going on?" Boone asked as both he and Dale approached.
I pointed at the wires, and said, "She can't find drive, either. Just call mom, and have her bring the two car trailer down, and I'll load these two junkers up and head back to Phoenix!"
"Yeah right", Boone smiled, "You know that's not how the game is played!"
We decided to limp our way to the O'Reilly's parking lot, and re-evaluate our situation once we got there.