What is this? I asked, standing awkwardly next to a table where two men sat, small cars and their tiny parts spread in front of them.
RC car racing, the man replied. It’s just like regular car racing, only smaller. You either like it or you don’t.
Is this every week? I asked, though I knew I was unlikely to be back that way for a long, long while.
Every other week, he said. It keeps us off the streets.