and roars with excitement as the pit crew rush in towards the car to congratulate the winning

driver. I remember sitting in front of the television set and watching the driver step out of the

car and be boosted up on top of shoulders after shoulders. At that point, I started wishing that I

were the driver and that it was me being congratulated and praised by everyone around. After

that day, I developed an interest in racing, and being fifteen and on the verge of getting my

license made me want to race even more. I wanted to re-live that scene in reality!

I obtained my drivers license on my sixteenth birthday and on that very day, I also

received a sports car as a present. As with all teenage boys, I had an urge to show off my car by

speeding. Everyday after school I would "peer pressure" some of my friends to race me to my

house in our cars, and everyday I would beat them. After a while, it started to get boring and the

adrenaline rush was starting to fade, but I still had a burning passion for speed and

we were, speeding neck and neck down the carpool lane. As the exit approached, we both

but I didn't slow down; instead, I increased my speed.

"Just a couple of days. You are very lucky to survive this accident with only a few broken

the road was too narrow for two people to safely exit, but I didn't want to let him pass me. I also

licenses too. By now my intentions of racing on our motorcycles was clear to them. I never

weaved menacingly through traffic cutting off drivers, while trying to maintain our speed. I had

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