"We've sent out a gang to massage some of the freckles defacing the speedway," Rupert informed him.
"From the Car Behind"
Eleanor M. Ingram
The words under the pictures would often zoom across the interior of his skull in his drowsiness like cars on a speedway and he would not comprehend anything much before falling asleep at one of the tables.
"Corpus of a Siam Mosquito"
Steven Sills
The crowd looked a bit like the speedway races.
"Epistles-from-Pap-Letters-from-the-man-known-as-The-Will-Rogers-of-Indiana"
Durham, Andrew Everett