Derek stayed close to Patty on the grass slope above turn three. She had a couple of optics, a little Motorola radio and an ass that he was unable to quit looking at.
“I haven’t seen him.” Derek said.
“He’s in line straightaway,” Patty said. “They just let a couple of vehicles on each time. Eliminates crashes.”
“Crashes, they can crash during hot laps?”
“Sure.” She turned towards him. “It’s not called cold laps.”
“Goodness,” he said, feeling more anxious. “Robert said it was to get a handle on the vehicle and check track conditions.”
“Indeed, but you can look at the opposition, as well,” Patty said. “You get into it, attempt and get in the head of somebody you’re stressed over. Ideally, they’ll show you what they got. A shrewd driver will hold back… hide something, however no one jumps at the chance to be passed, not in any event, talk alone hot laps.”
“Wow, you know so much, don’t you?”
Patty drew nearer and said, “You can’t really understand.”
“Hmm… Really?”
“Those two girls you been chasing after, they’re a gnawed off.”
“Um, I just met them. Hollie Franklin appears to be great.”
Patty balanced the optics around her neck, and hauled her hair free from the lash. He watched it fan out on her shoulders and back. His mouth was dry. “She may be great, but keep an eye out for Jennifer. She’s difficult.”
“Wow… That’s ticket girl’s name. Nice.” He said to himself.
“Hmmm… I don’t even know what to say.” He spoke out.
“Here we go,” Patty said and keyed the mic on the radio. “Go high if you can hear me.”
The number fourteen, a Ford Mustang moved to the back immediately. Derek inquired, “What sort of vehicle is that?”
“Ford Mustang, everyone should know that,” Patty said.
It was nothing like a Ford Mustang, but he didn’t ask why they called it that.
Patty held the radio to her mouth. “There’s a major knock in four and five, and in two. Hit the two of them as hard as possible.”
Derek scratched his head. “What?”
“It’s smarter to hit them during hot laps, so you realize how it will disturb the vehicle.”
“Oh my…. I hate to agitated a car,” he said, but Patty just threw a stare at him.
“Apologies for not watching your race yesterday.” He said, but wasn’t trying to start a conversation since he knew that was not going to be possible at that very moment.
Robert passed before them. The flagman waved his clench hand at Robert.
“Don’t you think he’s disturbed? Or maybe nervous?” Derek asked.
“Nice question though,” Patty said and pressed the discussion button. “Low, go low, hit it.”
“Hold up!” Derek hopped up on his toes. “Crap, he hit it, wait… He saved it. Didn’t he?”
“That is agitating a car. It’s smarter to know what will happen when there aren’t cars surrounding you.”
“No doubt.” He understood that it was a bigger crap than he thought. “Hope he’s fine?”
“He’ll be fine.”
Robert had seen the flagman’s clench hand and realized he just had four laps to establish a connection, then he nearly lost it in turn two. In the event that there had been a car on his trail, he would have taken the two of them out.
His subsequent lap was working out in a good way until Patty advised him to dial back and let the three vehicles behind him get ahead. The initial one touched him and blew past.
Patty expressed, “Keep up, that person ain’t got poop. Stay on his butt like it’s mine.” Robert loved the choice of words she was using.
Robert hammered the gas pedal to the floor and drew nearer, however he could feel the other two vehicles humming close by like a multitude of hornets.
He went in lower than the person in front, the person who didn’t have poo, yet he was unable to make the pass.
Then one of the hornets behind him stung his butt and got him squirrelly.
Patty reverberated in his protective cap, “Robert, don’t hammer it in there like that. She’s a new racer, think of her like a virgin, go in easy… ease it in, then accelerate.”
Derek imagined he hadn’t heard Patty, and asked “Did you mean they should knock him like that?”
Patty brought down the glasses and said, “That wasn’t a knock, it was a rub. On the off chance that he had knock Robert while he was swinging his butt like a skank, it would’ve turned him.” She hit the radio button and said, “You’re free, act right.”
Derek’s hands hurt from making clench hands. The flagman pointed one of the banner shafts at Robert, then held it straight up with the banner folded over it.
He contemplated whether Robert entirely misunderstood followed through with something. “Yes..,” he said while bouncing all over. “Do it, get him, get him!”
“Don’t,” Patty yelled into the radio. “Try not to pass. Don’t.”
His body went limp when Robert’s vehicle fell back in line. “He had him. He might have passed.”
Patty went to him. “You will require somebody to hold your hand when Robert races.” She giggled and began strolling.
“Hey… Wait,” he said. “What did you mean by that?”
“Simply watch ’em, and you’ll sort it out.”
Derek gazed at her butt until she blended in with the group. Patty was beautiful and a fucking secret that he was unable to comprehend.
Robert stopped behind John’s hauler and killed the motor. His legs shuddered. Ty arrived and eliminated the guiding haggle the belts. He felt powerless without them.
“Move out and meet us in the hauler.” John expressed.
Robert removed his cap and cleared floods of sweat off his face. It had just been hot laps, however he was a worry wort.
He wobbled when his feet arrived on the ground.
Imagine a scenario in which John hadn’t been dazzled and altered his perspective. He ought to have passed that person whenever he got the opportunity.
John gave him a container of water when he entered the hauler, and Ty said, “Snatch a seat.”
He swallowed down a portion of the jug, and opened a setting up camp seat. Soil crunched against the steel floor when he plunked down.
John hauled his seat nearer. His knees nearly contacted Robert’s. “Let us know what you felt,” he said and leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs.
Robert took one more taste of water and limited the unhinged dump of energized contemplations in his mind. “Free entering, the knock in four and five makes it push, in two, well you saw, I nearly turned out.” He slowly inhaled.
Derek stayed close to Patty on the grass slope above turn three. She had a couple of optics, a little Motorola radio and an ass that he was unable to quit looking at.
“I haven’t seen him.” Derek said.
“He’s in line straightaway,” Patty said. “They just let a couple of vehicles on each time. Eliminates crashes.”
“Crashes, they can crash during hot laps?”
“Sure.” She turned towards him. “It’s not called cold laps.”
“Goodness,” he said, feeling more anxious. “Robert said it was to get a handle on the vehicle and check track conditions.”
“Indeed, but you can look at the opposition, as well,” Patty said. “You get into it, attempt and get in the head of somebody you’re stressed over. Ideally, they’ll show you what they got. A shrewd driver will hold back…hide something, however no one jumps at the chance to be passed, not in any event, talk alone hot laps.”
“Wow, you know so much, don’t you?”
Patty drew nearer and said, “You can’t really understand.”
“Hmm… Really?”
“Those two girls you have been chasing after, they’re a gnawed off.”
“Um, I just met them. Hollie Franklin appears to be great.”
Patty balanced the optics around her neck, and hauled her hair free from the lash. He watched it fan out on her shoulders and back. His mouth was dry. “She may be great, but keep an eye out for Jennifer. She’s difficult.”
“Wow… That’s ticket girl’s name. Nice.” He said to himself.
“Hmmm… I don’t even know what to say.” He spoke out.
“Here we go,” Patty said and keyed the mic on the radio. “Go high if you can hear me.”
The number fourteen, a Ford Mustang, moved to the back immediately. Derek inquired, “What sort of vehicle is that?”
“Ford Mustang, everyone should know that,” Patty said.
It was nothing like a Ford Mustang, but he didn’t ask why they called it that.
Patty held the radio to her mouth. “There’s a major knock in four and five, and in two. Hit the two of them as hard as possible.”
Derek scratched his head. “What?”
“It’s smarter to hit them during hot laps, so you realize how it will disturb the vehicle.”
“Oh my…. I hate to agitate a car,” he said, but Patty just threw a stare at him.
“Apologies for not watching your race yesterday.” He said, but wasn’t trying to start a conversation, since he knew that was not going to be possible at that very moment.
Robert passed before them. The flagman waved his clench hand at Robert.
“Don’t you think he’s disturbed? Or maybe nervous?” Derek asked.
“Nice question though,” Patty said and pressed the discussion button. “Low, go low, hit it.”
“Hold up!” Derek hopped up on his toes. “Crap, he hit it, wait… He saved it. Didn’t he?”
“That is agitating a car. It’s smarter to know what will happen when there aren’t cars surrounding you.”
“No doubt.” He understood that it was a bigger crap than he thought. “Hope he’s fine?”
“He’ll be fine.”
Robert had seen the flagman’s clench hand and realized he just had four laps to establish a connection, then he nearly lost it in turn two. In the event that there had been a car on his trail, he would have taken the two of them out.
His subsequent lap was working out in a good way until Patty advised him to dial back and let the three vehicles behind him get ahead. The initial one touched him and blew past.
Patty expressed, “Keep up, that person ain’t got poop. Stay on his butt like it’s mine.” Robert loved the choice of words she was using.
Robert hammered the gas pedal to the floor and drew nearer, however he could feel the other two vehicles humming close by like a multitude of hornets.
He went in lower than the person in front, the person who didn’t have poo, yet he was unable to make the pass.
Then one of the hornets behind him stung his butt and got him squirrelly.
Patty reverberated in his protective cap, “Robert, don’t hammer it in there like that. She’s a new racer, think of her like a virgin, go in easy…ease it in, then accelerate.”
Derek imagined he hadn’t heard Patty, and asked, “Did you mean they should knock him like that?”
Patty brought down the glasses and said, “That wasn’t a knock, it was a rub. On the off chance that he had knocked Robert while he was swinging his butt like a skank, it would’ve turned him.” She hit the radio button and said, “You’re free, act right.”
Derek’s hands hurt from making clench hands. The flagman pointed one of the banner shafts at Robert, then held it straight up with the banner folded over it.
He contemplated whether Robert entirely misunderstood followed through with something. “Yes…,” he said while bouncing all over. “Do it, get him, get him!”
“Don’t,” Patty yelled into the radio. “Try not to pass. Don’t.”
His body went limp when Robert’s vehicle fell back in line. “He had him. He might have passed.”
Patty went to him. “You will require somebody to hold your hand when Robert races.” She giggled and began strolling.
“Hey… Wait,” he said. “What did you mean by that?”
“Simply watch ’em, and you’ll sort it out.”
Derek gazed at her butt until she blended in with the group. Patty was beautiful and a fucking secret that he was unable to comprehend.
Robert stopped behind John’s hauler and killed the motor. His legs shuddered. Ty arrived and eliminated the guiding haggle the belts. He felt powerless without them.
“Move out and meet us in the hauler.” John expressed.
Robert removed his cap and cleared floods of sweat off his face. It had just been hot laps, however he was a worry wort.
He wobbled when his feet arrived at the ground.
Imagine a scenario in which John hadn’t been dazzled and altered his perspective. He ought to have passed that person whenever he got the opportunity.
John gave him a container of water when he entered the hauler, and Ty said, “Snatch a seat.”
He swallowed down a portion of the jug, and opened a setting up camp seat. Soil crunched against the steel floor when he plunked down.
John hauled his seat nearer. His knees nearly contacted Robert’s. “Please let us know what you felt,” he said, and leaned forward with his elbows on his thighs.
Robert took one more taste of water and limited the unhinged dump of energized contemplation in his mind. “Free entering, the knock in four and five makes it push, in two, well, you saw, I nearly turned out.” He slowly inhaled.
“So, how do you rectify the free entering situation and the knock in turn two?” Ty inquired.
“And why did you back off?” Ty questioned.
“Back off? Oh! You mean at the last lap?”
“Yes, What info did Patty give you regarding cars around?” Ty asked, trying to test his intellect in racing.
He hiked his head, thinking of what to say that would make John and Ty keep him for the next race.
He finally found something to say, “Patty advised me to enter like I was fucking a virgin, then accelerate. She expressed nothing about the folks behind me, yet she let me know the person in front didn’t have poo, and I ought to remain with him.”
There was a moment of quietness followed by comical giggling. “God favor her spirit,” John said.
“Seems like something Patty would say,” Ty said. “She’s a villain.”
“This isn’t supposed to be funny,” Robert said in a comical way.
“It’s not entertaining,” John said, “but it is. That person who didn’t have poo was Quinn, and the person taking the paint off your guard was a ringer from a nearby state. He’s expected to win this evening.”
“Quinn?” Ty said. “Quinn Harry? I thought he stopped racing.”
“No,” Ty said. “He’s been off for a month, but all these aren’t his shit. He’s just warming up.”
“What about the other girl that passed him?” Ty asked.
“She’s not a problem, though. Just wait until I get her down.” Robert replied instantly.
“Heads up, Child,” John said. “I’ve seen her battle.”
Robert took a full breath and said, “Mr. John, might you at some point call me Robert?”
“Mm-hmm. I can, provided you don’t add Mr. to my name.”
“Sure! I won’t add, sir.” Robert said and walked out smiling.