If driving 50 mph go karts is considered drag racing…
The track was filled with grown men wearing race jumpsuits, head socks, helmets and racing gloves.
I felt nervous.
The smell of gasoline was in the air and the male racers were out for blood.
I sauntered to my kart in 4 inch black suede boots and tight blue jeans.
The audience pointed and laughed.
A young guy waved the race flag...I blessed myself over my helmet.
After getting passed, I tried harder...Suddenly, my boot dislodged the brake extender. I could no longer reach it.
Taking my foot OFF the accelerator did not occur to me.
I spun out of control.
I pulled into the pit.“How many more laps?” I asked. “One, two?”"About 20." the young man said, grinning.
“Shit." I replied demurely.
"They got nothin' on YOU babe." he said, smiling.
This song began playing in my head: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8PTDv_szmL0
“If these guys can do it..” I mused, pressing the accelerator to the floor. Young guys at the track began jumping up and down, giving me thumbs up, and screaming.
“Way to go Charmaine” boomed over the loud speaker.
I was going 15 miles per hour.
I was NOT going to die in a go-kart.
Then my date took me to dinner.
4 comments:
I LOVE drag racing! I know its dangerous, but I love to drive really fast with women's clothes on! And...oh, woops, hehheh.
So glad you made it out alive!
Okay, THAT may be one of the most unusual dates I've heard of.
you rock C...i can imagine you at Bandimeer....
I like the racing such that I am very much sports freak and also want to run these bikes and car in this way. But it thinks that will take lot of time.
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