You climb in and slip behind the wheel. The key is already in the ignition and the engine roars to life. The ground shakes in time with the pulsating pistons. The sheer power rumbles throughout your body. One hand on the wheel and one on the stick as you feather the gas pedal and drag the clutch.
A young girl steps out between the two cars and shakes the bandana from her hair. You glance at your opponent only long enough to make eye contact and then back to the bandana raised high in air.
Three. Tighten your grip on the wheel
Two. Find that sweet spot in the clutch and rev the engine.
One. Release the clutch and give it all she’s got.
Thick clouds of smoke roll out from the tires and the smell of hot rubber saturates the air. The inertia holds you tightly in the seat and you become as much machine as you are human. The wind whips through your hair as you check the mirrors. The car in the mirror fades into a tiny dots as the motor winds out to full power. You have already passed the finish line.
You allow the car to coast a little before brakes are applied. You turn the car around and meet your opponent still coming the other way. The sportsman like thing to do is congratulate him on a race well run and wish him better luck next time however you’ve beaten him so bad that it would be like rubbing salt in an open wound.
He avoids eye contact and it’s just as well. Back at the starting line the crowd cheers as you exit the vehicle and collect your prize. A single kiss from the girl with the bandana.

Haha!!! I’d have to win that race in a game first before attempting to do so in reality π¦ lolol
Great write up!
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Thank you again Tammy π I used to do a little “unofficial racing” when I was younger.
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Ahahaha!!! Oh really? Did you ever won? Most welcome my brother.
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The biggest race I ever had was in 1987 when I met up with a 1977 Chevy SS. I was in my dad’s LeBaron GTS turbo. We never saw each other’s face and we never spoke but we raced from Charlotte North Carolina to Beckley West Virginia. (About 200 miles) . At one point we were doing 150 MPH and I decided to let him win before the police caught us. I was more worried about the police telling my dad than I was being arrested π€£
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Ohhhhh what an awesome story and memory to cherish!!! Happy to hear that you allowed your dad to win for keeping the law sakes.
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Lovely story… as a woman, I would just change the ending, women are not prizes to be won. π
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It was intended to be an innocent gesture from a simpler time. Winning was just the excuse she needed to kiss him.
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