The last post before tonight had been eight days ago, a grainy photo of a rusted turn-one crash barrier captioned, “Remember when?” It had gotten three replies. Two were just “👍” and one was a broken link to a Photobucket image.

The replies came like a roaring engine.

Kenny wiped a tear from his eye. He looked at the “Delete Forum” button one last time. He closed the admin panel.

Burn it down. This isn’t truth. This is murder of a memory.

Then he waited.