Bear with me, please, because this might take a bit. Late last year, a 1921 novel came into my hands called, The Thing from the Lake written by Eleanor M. Ingram. That book is marvelous, and if you have not read it, consider yourself a horror fan, or want to find an obscure, top-notch read, that novel fits the bill. It's free on most e-book platforms like Gutenberg.
I was so taken with the work that I elected to do some research on Ingram, only to find that she died shortly after publishing Thing from the Lake at the ripe old age of 35. Thing was her fifth book and it is the only horror she wrote, which is down-right disappointing. None of these other pieces she wrote were anywhere near as good, but I've picked them up to be a completist. I'm flipping obsessive that way.
From the Car Behind is really a kind of slice of life. sports racing, lifestyles of the rich and famous kind of story. Where boy meets girl. Boy gets injured. Boy loses girl. And more of that romantic happy crappy disguised as a sports racing story. It's not terrible, but very reminiscent of the turn of the century slice-of-life stories that could be found in all of the magazines. It's not bad, but also not very original.