First Day at the Drags
I was eight years old; on my way to a place my father said I would enjoy. I had no idea where we were going to end up, although I was still excited. I was so excited that the hair in the back of my neck was standing up and I was speechless. To make the time go by quicker I played a game with my self on the way there counting bed trucks that had passed by. We never went out as a family much, so when we did it would always be exciting for me. The car ride there seemed to take a lifetime, however it only took us thirty minutes.When we finally got there my father looked at me and said, "we are here" in a quiet and sneaky voice. I jumped up quickly and took a quick look around; and I saw trees. "Trees?" I whispered to myself, and then a loud, deep rumble shook the inside of my body. It felt like there was a earthquake going on in my body. That is when I looked to my right and saw a car; a beautiful, sparkling blue GTO with a large blower resting above the chrome and highly detailed engine. I had never seen such a beauty in my life. The sun shining on it made it sparkle like a diamond. Just beyond the car were some off-white old wooden bleachers, and beyond them was a beautiful sight. It was a long
It was a beautiful blue sky and there was not a cloud in the sky, but then I saw one rising from the beginning of the track. I followed the cloud down to the start of it and saw that the white cloud of puffy smoke was coming from the tires of an old purple Camaro. I could not believe what I was seeing, then I smelled a beautiful smell in the air, it was neither the pizza being baked nor the hot dogs on the BBQ but was the smoke coming from the tires. I love the smell of burning tires mixed with the smell of gasoline. I remember when the smoke cleared and I could see the tires on the Camaro they were huge and looked like tree trunks because they were so wide. We were at the track for hours but it only seemed like we just got there when it was time to go. I guess it is true about time flying by when you are having fun. On our way out there was a man selling t-shirts with cars on them. I pleaded my mom to buy be one till she got me one; as soon as the man handed it to me my shirt was off and the new one was on. It was a little big but I did not mind, in fact I think I wore that shirt at least four times a week for a while. The shirt was white and had a picture of a gray mustang doing a wheelie with flames shooting out the sides like a jet. I loved that shirt. Now with some food in my stomach and some marshmallows in my ears I was unstoppable. I ran up to the front of the race and leaned against the dull silver fence; from this spot I could see and hear everything better. A car that was about to race came right beside me and started to smoke its tires. The smoke from his tires flew right back into my face; I loved it. It was beautiful; although the woman next to me was complaining and backed off I stayed there until the smoke cleared. After a while the sounds of the cars and the smell of the cooking hot dogs got to me. I was starving and the hot dogs smelled great, so I had my mother bring me to the store and got a h
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Approximate Word count = 1302
Approximate Pages = 5 (250 words per page double spaced)
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