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Some people call fun a day at the park, a lazy snow day, or time with their friends. But fun to me is different, a kind of fun overflowing with adrenaline. Its sleek body shines with an angelic glow, it’s wheels seem to be made of crystals, sparkling and glimmering in the sun. The tires are jet black, with a mean aggressive look. The all so familiar sound of the click the door handle makes excites me. The sound of popping leather greets me as I slide into the seat. My breathing increases, my nostrils flare, the scent of leather is easy to recognize. The engine roars to life. There's something about engines that calm me down. My hand grabs the wheel and my other slides across the shift knob and pushes it into gear. For Eight seconds my heart stops. I live my life a quarter mile at a time, for the eight-nine-ten seconds I'm on the strip, feel free and the best part is I’m having fun. Written March 12th, 2002 © on Mar 12 2002 11:09 AM PST 18 • 0 • 10
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"Some people call fun a day at the park, a lazy snow day, or time with their friends. But fun to me is different, a kind of fun overflowing with adrenaline...."