Night of the Drag Race
It was a clear and cool night as the mosquitoes and moths made their way up to the flickering light and the smell of hot dogs filled the air. The track was all lit up and ready to go while cars huffed and puffed as they smoked their way to the back of the black long track. As the Zambonie scorched its way down burning sticky oil and puddles of gas making the track smooth and sleek. As the large blue Nova with the sparkling white stripe approached and roared like mad. As the furious orange flames from its exhaust jumped out like angry tigers. As an old Chevy pickup approached with its shiny dark brown rusty color and its exhaust pipe let out bellows of black smoke. As the engine cracked and popped the driver steered toward the Nova and stopped beside it. The Nova then suddenly up-roared and did a loud burnout down toward the starting position (RRRRRRRR). As smoke filled the blank and dark sky. The truck crackled uncontrollably and spewed out amounts of fire as the engine roared, as it too
Pulled beside the light as chugs of smoke rolled in from behind it. Then the stands fell so quiet you could hear the loud engines of the motorcycles, dragsters, and other cars in the backgrounds. Then the short light behind the man beeped loudly. “Beep…beep… BEEP!” The cars flew down the track their exhaust pipes spewed out fire and smoke burning the track behind them. The cars careened onward leaving the crowd in the summer dust then like magic sprinkled over the wheels of the Nova it strode forward it’s engine glowing red hot with the scent of burning rubber as it passed the finish line in a blur of sparkling blue paint. The truck slowed down in disappointment at the finish line and then halted at its turn as it turned the corner. Then the Nova instantly stopped at its trailer and the truck stopped at his then they both got out their helmets gleamed in the bright lights above them. Then the Nova driver stuck out a leathery-gloved hand and then the truck driver extended his hand and they shook each other’s hand happily. A worker sprayed water out onto the track as two street bikes approached the drivers revving the sticky handles on their motorcycles making the tires squeal with excitement. The driver on the left of the concrete separated lane had a motorcycle of fast and furiousness its body was a glossy green and black striped bike with shiny chrome finishing touches. The one in the right lane was a silvery maroon with silver finishing. But the driver found the race a challenge to win the competition. Then the driver with the green bike almost silently raced down to the short light and then he suspected a loose tire “Oh-well” He said unworried as he got into position as the maroon motorcycle placed itself next to him. Then the starting man placed himself on the skinny sidewalk between them “Alright when the light turns green you go O-K?” “Ok said the helmeted motorists as they leaned forward. Then the light started until it got to the bottom of it. “Beep…beep…BEEP!”
The motorcycles charged forward the green motorcycle then suddenly teetered to the left and then to the right and then the back wheel tumbled off its socket and then tumbled off. The motorcycle end screeched loudly as sparks brightened the scene and then an explosion filled the air with a bright column of fire and smoke. The driver flew to the fence and then crashed into it as flames made the bright green grass turn black. Paramedics rushed into the action swinging open the double doors on the back of the truck with a stretcher and then lifting the unconscious driver into the truck and then swerving out the exit in a loud rush of red lights. “We are sorry for the interruption we will be back to racing in a moment” Said the announcer as he then turned on some loud music. After they cleared the mess, fire, and broken, and burned parts cars roared back to life as they then went to the last round of the competition the last round is going out for fifty grand and this race is the second to last. Suddenly a fire panted firebird roared up onto the track scraping the ground with fresh tires and then stopping at the yellow light. Then a dark black Mustang pulled up beside it as it sprayed a large amount of blue nitrous into the air and then revving the engine loudly and then quieting it again. “Remember, folks this is the second to last round of the night and it is going for five grand so keep that in mind”
Then the light turned on “Beep…beep…BEEP!” The firebird and Mustang screeched forward doing a wicked burnout but then the Mustang driver suddenly slowed down and slapped his hard helmet with a gloved hand…….. He forgot to tune the engine. The firebird still kept going as he poured the last of his energy out onto the finish line as he did donuts around it.
Inside one particular trailer a very young man named Randy almost spilled Royal purple onto his washed suit. He continued to put the oil into his gleaming Lemonwood Yellow Chevy Malibu, which he took great pride to work on too. Then through his open window he heard the last call for the race “Ladies and gentlemen of all ages and kinds” “we will start the race at exactly ten after eleven so please stay as long as you can because this is for fifty grand!”
Said the announcer excitedly. Randy jumped up in happiness as he clumsily spilled the oil onto his car. “Shoot he said disappointed as he went over to his desk as he flicked some car putty off of his polished black helmet with a yellow and orange monster on it. Its crooked teeth smiled joyfully as Randy strapped on the helmet and then pulled down the visor. Two officials helped him get the car out of the trailer carefully the tires squeaked happily he twisted and turned them nervously as he drove up to the checkpoint. Then a bright purple charger. The man in the black shirt came up and pointed at the purple Charger and then he rolled down his window as he revved his engine and then said, “Good luck…Rookie as he laughed loudly as he did a sky-high wheelie to the starting line. Randy flared up with anger his face turned red and then he floored on the gas. The car veered forward and then halted at the starting line thundering with anger as the light turned yellow. “Beep” “maybe I shouldn’t have came” Said Randy to himself “Beep” “Well I could just forfit” “BEEP!” The Charger screeched and then raced up in front of Randy’s Malibu “To late!” Said Randy loudly as floored the gas.
The car bellowed and then threw itself forward but the Charger still crowned in front of him. And then Randy turned his chrome skull shift knob into second the Malibu pounced forward crossing the finish line in a blur of lemonwood yellow and purple streaks. Randy then pulled up his body from the seats shape and then shook his head hard trying to get the G-force out of his mind. After ten minutes of waiting Randy quickly quenched his thirst with a Coke as the officials walked out of the paint chipped building and then stared at the man in the purple suit and then at Randy. “ Since we don’t exactly know who won” “But we do know that Randy……….Won by a headlight”
Said the official as he patted Randy on the shoulder. The man yelled out and then fell to his knees and then stood back up and ran over to his car “I will see you at Motor Plex!” He yelled as he slammed the door on his car and then veered out of the exit the police officer then got into his car and flew out chasing him down the highway. “Ahh we don’t need him,” Said the official as he stepped forward and then walked toward the chatting crowd. “Ladies and gents I will need your full attention” Said the official in a gruff voice as the crowd fell silent and stared at Randy, Randy felt a rush of embarrassment and then he turned and looked at the official “We have a WINNER!!!” He yelled in excitement as the crowd cheered and then ran and picked him up lifting him high into the air. Then they set him down as he met a solid gold trophy and fifty thousand grand in the cup.
“Now sir I just have one question for you”
“Now what would that be?” Asked Randy as he heaved the heavy trophy onto his shoulder
“My question is what will you spend with fifty graaaaand!!!” He yelled as he lifted up Randy’s free hand and then set it back down on Randy’s side.
“What would I do with fifty grand?”
Thought Randy inside his head as he thought of the possibilities.
It was a clear and cool night as the mosquitoes and moths made their way up to the flickering light and the smell of hot dogs filled the air. The track was all lit up and ready to go while cars huffed and puffed as they smoked their way to the back of the black long track. As the Zambonie scorched its way down burning sticky oil and puddles of gas making the track smooth and sleek. As the large blue Nova with the sparkling white stripe approached and roared like mad. As the furious orange flames from its exhaust jumped out like angry tigers. As an old Chevy pickup approached with its shiny dark brown rusty color and its exhaust pipe let out bellows of black smoke. As the engine cracked and popped the driver steered toward the Nova and stopped beside it. The Nova then suddenly up-roared and did a loud burnout down toward the starting position (RRRRRRRR). As smoke filled the blank and dark sky. The truck crackled uncontrollably and spewed out amounts of fire as the engine roared, as it too
Pulled beside the light as chugs of smoke rolled in from behind it. Then the stands fell so quiet you could hear the loud engines of the motorcycles, dragsters, and other cars in the backgrounds. Then the short light behind the man beeped loudly. “Beep…beep… BEEP!” The cars flew down the track their exhaust pipes spewed out fire and smoke burning the track behind them. The cars careened onward leaving the crowd in the summer dust then like magic sprinkled over the wheels of the Nova it strode forward it’s engine glowing red hot with the scent of burning rubber as it passed the finish line in a blur of sparkling blue paint. The truck slowed down in disappointment at the finish line and then halted at its turn as it turned the corner. Then the Nova instantly stopped at its trailer and the truck stopped at his then they both got out their helmets gleamed in the bright lights above them. Then the Nova driver stuck out a leathery-gloved hand and then the truck driver extended his hand and they shook each other’s hand happily. A worker sprayed water out onto the track as two street bikes approached the drivers revving the sticky handles on their motorcycles making the tires squeal with excitement. The driver on the left of the concrete separated lane had a motorcycle of fast and furiousness its body was a glossy green and black striped bike with shiny chrome finishing touches. The one in the right lane was a silvery maroon with silver finishing. But the driver found the race a challenge to win the competition. Then the driver with the green bike almost silently raced down to the short light and then he suspected a loose tire “Oh-well” He said unworried as he got into position as the maroon motorcycle placed itself next to him. Then the starting man placed himself on the skinny sidewalk between them “Alright when the light turns green you go O-K?” “Ok said the helmeted motorists as they leaned forward. Then the light started until it got to the bottom of it. “Beep…beep…BEEP!”
The motorcycles charged forward the green motorcycle then suddenly teetered to the left and then to the right and then the back wheel tumbled off its socket and then tumbled off. The motorcycle end screeched loudly as sparks brightened the scene and then an explosion filled the air with a bright column of fire and smoke. The driver flew to the fence and then crashed into it as flames made the bright green grass turn black. Paramedics rushed into the action swinging open the double doors on the back of the truck with a stretcher and then lifting the unconscious driver into the truck and then swerving out the exit in a loud rush of red lights. “We are sorry for the interruption we will be back to racing in a moment” Said the announcer as he then turned on some loud music. After they cleared the mess, fire, and broken, and burned parts cars roared back to life as they then went to the last round of the competition the last round is going out for fifty grand and this race is the second to last. Suddenly a fire panted firebird roared up onto the track scraping the ground with fresh tires and then stopping at the yellow light. Then a dark black Mustang pulled up beside it as it sprayed a large amount of blue nitrous into the air and then revving the engine loudly and then quieting it again. “Remember, folks this is the second to last round of the night and it is going for five grand so keep that in mind”
Then the light turned on “Beep…beep…BEEP!” The firebird and Mustang screeched forward doing a wicked burnout but then the Mustang driver suddenly slowed down and slapped his hard helmet with a gloved hand…….. He forgot to tune the engine. The firebird still kept going as he poured the last of his energy out onto the finish line as he did donuts around it.
Inside one particular trailer a very young man named Randy almost spilled Royal purple onto his washed suit. He continued to put the oil into his gleaming Lemonwood Yellow Chevy Malibu, which he took great pride to work on too. Then through his open window he heard the last call for the race “Ladies and gentlemen of all ages and kinds” “we will start the race at exactly ten after eleven so please stay as long as you can because this is for fifty grand!”
Said the announcer excitedly. Randy jumped up in happiness as he clumsily spilled the oil onto his car. “Shoot he said disappointed as he went over to his desk as he flicked some car putty off of his polished black helmet with a yellow and orange monster on it. Its crooked teeth smiled joyfully as Randy strapped on the helmet and then pulled down the visor. Two officials helped him get the car out of the trailer carefully the tires squeaked happily he twisted and turned them nervously as he drove up to the checkpoint. Then a bright purple charger. The man in the black shirt came up and pointed at the purple Charger and then he rolled down his window as he revved his engine and then said, “Good luck…Rookie as he laughed loudly as he did a sky-high wheelie to the starting line. Randy flared up with anger his face turned red and then he floored on the gas. The car veered forward and then halted at the starting line thundering with anger as the light turned yellow. “Beep” “maybe I shouldn’t have came” Said Randy to himself “Beep” “Well I could just forfit” “BEEP!” The Charger screeched and then raced up in front of Randy’s Malibu “To late!” Said Randy loudly as floored the gas.
The car bellowed and then threw itself forward but the Charger still crowned in front of him. And then Randy turned his chrome skull shift knob into second the Malibu pounced forward crossing the finish line in a blur of lemonwood yellow and purple streaks. Randy then pulled up his body from the seats shape and then shook his head hard trying to get the G-force out of his mind. After ten minutes of waiting Randy quickly quenched his thirst with a Coke as the officials walked out of the paint chipped building and then stared at the man in the purple suit and then at Randy. “ Since we don’t exactly know who won” “But we do know that Randy……….Won by a headlight”
Said the official as he patted Randy on the shoulder. The man yelled out and then fell to his knees and then stood back up and ran over to his car “I will see you at Motor Plex!” He yelled as he slammed the door on his car and then veered out of the exit the police officer then got into his car and flew out chasing him down the highway. “Ahh we don’t need him,” Said the official as he stepped forward and then walked toward the chatting crowd. “Ladies and gents I will need your full attention” Said the official in a gruff voice as the crowd fell silent and stared at Randy, Randy felt a rush of embarrassment and then he turned and looked at the official “We have a WINNER!!!” He yelled in excitement as the crowd cheered and then ran and picked him up lifting him high into the air. Then they set him down as he met a solid gold trophy and fifty thousand grand in the cup.
“Now sir I just have one question for you”
“Now what would that be?” Asked Randy as he heaved the heavy trophy onto his shoulder
“My question is what will you spend with fifty graaaaand!!!” He yelled as he lifted up Randy’s free hand and then set it back down on Randy’s side.
“What would I do with fifty grand?”
Thought Randy inside his head as he thought of the possibilities.
