smell of exhaust gases and burned rubber filled the air. The starting
light received my fullest attention, zoning everything out of my conscience.
3...2...1...green light! I stomped my foot on the accelerator as I side stepped
my clutch. Shifting into second gear, I flipped the switch to my nitrous
oxide system. Instantaneously I was thrown back into my seat. All of a
sudden a loud pop disturbed the smooth roar of my engine. Halfway down the
track my engine shut off and forced me to coast the car to the finish line.
My teammates were already waiting at the end of the drag strip. Unable to
restart my car, we pushed it back to our …show more content…
sprocket. The situation seemed hopeless because I had a tuned specially
tuned sprocket. We scrambled around the track asking people if they had
any spares, yet our efforts seemed fruitless. With the nest race
approaching quickly, we ran into a little luck. It wasn't the best
sprocket, but it would have to do. I barely put the engine together in
time to make the next rounds of racing. Once again I pulled back into the
staging lanes and resumed the wait for my second run.
Half an hour later, I was back at the starting line. Just like my
previous run I concentrated on the lights.
However, this time, my concentration was overshadowed by the
outcome of my earlier race. As the light turned green, I left the line
with a perfect start; I shifted into second and punched my nitrous once
again. The car steadily picked up speed and as soon as the race had
started I was passing the finish line going over a hundred miles an hour.
A sigh of relief escaped from me as I glanced over at my opponent's lane...
Even though I made it to the final rounds of elimination I lost the
final and most important race. However, I didn't care about the loss
because I knew that instead of making it this far, I could have been
standing on the sideline with a broken car instead of racing. I