*The following is a continuation of the three part story mentioned earlier in this blog. It is a further description of a few of the races, called the Race Diaries. Everything done in the following writing has been done by professionals and should not, by any means, be attempted by you. (that is, unless you're a professional.)*

Racing is a part of the lives of thousands of people in New York state alone. It affects more people than that though...many of the bystanders. Racing has both a physical and an emotional impact that lasts for 10 seconds to life...depending on the person. I happened to be one of those people that has been affected on a day to day basis by this "sport", as have many of my friends...in example, James, Scott, Dakota, Ice, and Rusty. Tank doesn't really count as one of my friends but I'll throw him in for the sake of a good story. I remember very clearly Rusty's first race. It was not pretty.

James, Rusty and I met on Wolf Road that night before the race. Rusty looked pretty nervous as he closed the door of his S10 and walked over to where James and I were standing. James patted him on the back. "You feeling nervous?" he asked. Rusty shook his head and winked at me. "Never." he said. I looked up at him. "You're sweating. It's like, 30 degrees out and you're sweating." I pointed out. Rusty cleared his throat and put an arm around me. "It's just because you're so hot." he said sarcastically. James glared at Rusty and grabbed my arm. "Maytrix and I agreed that we should keep an eye on you for your first race. We'll be ready in the Twins in case something goes wrong and you need to get out." he said.

The Twins. These two trucks are by far the fastest trucks around. James and I bought them when we were still dating, kind of as a goof that we would have a "His" and "Her" truck pair. They are two 2001 Dodge Ram Sports, slate blue, with the thickest brush kits money can buy over the grill, the tail gate, and both sides. They both have 6" lift kits on them, which adds alot since they were already pretty tall. They come equipped with NoS and have specialized V10 engines in them, with turbo kits. Needless to say, they also come packed with enough sound power to blow out the windows. Standing next to each other, these two twins are probably the most intimidating force in our racing business...and also the best for protecting a friend.

I turned and opened the door to my twin and climbed in; literally. There are also steps on the sides of both the twins because neither James or I are tall enough to get inside of them without a hand. I started the engine and looked down at Rusty as he tapped on the door. I rolled down the window. "What?" I asked. He smiled up at me. "It makes me feel alot better that you're going to be here watching me tonight." he said. I sighed. "How did I know you were going to say something mushy?" I asked. He snorted and shook his head, looking at his lowered S10, which looked like a remote control car next to the twins. "Think I'll win?" he asked. I shrugged. "Isn't that up to you?" I said. He smiled and walked over to his truck, then got in and started the engine. James came over the radio, accompanied by static. "We need to stay on him. Tank has got problems with him tonight for some reason and I can't explain, but we need to stay on him."

Well...we ended up gettin distracted. That was a big mistake.

To be continued...