Post by RacerX on Dec 11, 2002 11:46:25 GMT -5
Continued...
The glowing red almost hypnotises me, but then I come back to reality. My hearts pumping incredibly fast, my breath incredibly short & fast. I feel the wheel, focus on the light, red....red....red....it seems like an eternity then BAM: Green!
I'm off like a rocket. I remember my friend advising me to take it to him early, put up the best laps quickly, break his moral....
I'm steaming through the first turn before I realise I'm running, I'm running fast. I couldn't believe the feel of the car, as if I'd never left her loving seat. She responded to every input, like lovers on a hea...oh, oh I'm sorry, wrong entry.
Uhmm, the kart rode like an angel sent from heaven. I gave input, and it responded! It was incredible, the turns were awesome. I could see them turning, but they felt like straights. I was in the zone. I pushed, and pushed knowing my competitor might be the fiercest I've faced so far!
The wind went silent, the exhaust notes went toneless...I felt like I was running a rail car, I was glued to the track.
As the finish line approached, I was confident, I was feeling positive, I was flying...I was...I was....
(zipping through the finish line)
....I WAS fast...but not as fast as my best time. I knew I'd have to pick the pace up for my next lap....again, I felt so in tune with the Kart, and again I posted another flyer...yes, yes, quicker than my previous! I was rocking! I tell you little Rubens....I was moving!
Luckily, my competitor hadn't reached his top speed yet, and I was still leading! BUT, I knew he'd quickly learn the track, and soon enough I'd have a battle on my hands.
Well, little Rubens, I finished the first stint undefeated! I rocked! I was one step closer to my metamorphasis of becoming the legend himself, the greatest of all, the M$ of Karting!!!!!
Huh, what do you mean I'm freaking nuts? I...I tell you what....I'll kick your butt from hear to shinola you little rat f*ck...I'll....I'll...I'll...finish my story now, thank you very much! Now sit there like a good number 2 & poor yourself a tall, smooth glass of shut the hell up!
As I was saying, before being so rudely interrupted...
(to be continued...)
The glowing red almost hypnotises me, but then I come back to reality. My hearts pumping incredibly fast, my breath incredibly short & fast. I feel the wheel, focus on the light, red....red....red....it seems like an eternity then BAM: Green!
I'm off like a rocket. I remember my friend advising me to take it to him early, put up the best laps quickly, break his moral....
I'm steaming through the first turn before I realise I'm running, I'm running fast. I couldn't believe the feel of the car, as if I'd never left her loving seat. She responded to every input, like lovers on a hea...oh, oh I'm sorry, wrong entry.
Uhmm, the kart rode like an angel sent from heaven. I gave input, and it responded! It was incredible, the turns were awesome. I could see them turning, but they felt like straights. I was in the zone. I pushed, and pushed knowing my competitor might be the fiercest I've faced so far!
The wind went silent, the exhaust notes went toneless...I felt like I was running a rail car, I was glued to the track.
As the finish line approached, I was confident, I was feeling positive, I was flying...I was...I was....
(zipping through the finish line)
....I WAS fast...but not as fast as my best time. I knew I'd have to pick the pace up for my next lap....again, I felt so in tune with the Kart, and again I posted another flyer...yes, yes, quicker than my previous! I was rocking! I tell you little Rubens....I was moving!
Luckily, my competitor hadn't reached his top speed yet, and I was still leading! BUT, I knew he'd quickly learn the track, and soon enough I'd have a battle on my hands.
Well, little Rubens, I finished the first stint undefeated! I rocked! I was one step closer to my metamorphasis of becoming the legend himself, the greatest of all, the M$ of Karting!!!!!
Huh, what do you mean I'm freaking nuts? I...I tell you what....I'll kick your butt from hear to shinola you little rat f*ck...I'll....I'll...I'll...finish my story now, thank you very much! Now sit there like a good number 2 & poor yourself a tall, smooth glass of shut the hell up!
As I was saying, before being so rudely interrupted...
(to be continued...)