Tick, tick, tick the thought of it had been spinning through my mind like gears. Mornings and nights were filled with adrenaline rushing images of how it felt; hand on the wheel, foot on the pedal, booking it 100 down the race track.
It all started when I was 8 and my uncle gave me my very first ever toy car, a 1965 Chevrolet Corvette, the car was beautiful, it was a bright red and had black rims with a black interior. Ever since that day I’ve been obsessed with cars and its all I ever wanted to play with all day and everyday. When I turned 15, getting my permit was the first thing I did to celebrate my birthday, my dad let me drive home and it was the happiest I had felt, well, ever. My first car when I was 16 was a 2005 Ford Mustang, it was old but it could go 0-100 in 5.6 and had 300 hp.
I worked for the local race track company so every now and then I was allowed to drive around the track, I just had to make sure to lock up once I was done. I spent days and nights at the track practicing my turns and learning my gears so I’d never mess up. Every now and then recruiters would come by during small local tournaments and races to see if anyone was good enough to be recruited. I would walk around and clean the stands looking down at the cars and would cretic there performances in my head,” too wide of a turn, needs to brake 1 second earlier.” After one of the tournaments one of the racers was saying his car was broken and the brakes were braking when he never even stepped on them, it looked fine to me so I asked him to let me drive it around the track to check to see what was wrong. I hoped in and started to slowly make my way around the track, as I kept going I began to pick up speed I came to my first turn and drifted around it flawlessly. I had been practicing this course for over a year now so I knew it without even having to think. I was flying through the course, I could feel it, the car was perfect, I knew there was nothing wrong with it. I finished with the third fastest track time ever and I hoped out of the car with a huge smile on my face. “There’s nothing wrong with the car,” I threw the keys back to him. The recruiter walked up to me and asked me for my name, he handed me a card that read “formal invitation” on it and thats when I knew that all my hard work and dreams of becoming a professional race car driver could actually become a reality.
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