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| Part 1: A Racer's Life |
The field of trailers, RV's, and the hodge podge of vehicles that make up the entourage of the hundred or so young motocross riders, who loved to race their bikes, was quiet at 5am. In three hours the entire track would be alive, engines being checked, the noise of tractors, people, the usual loudspeaker informing riders to be ready for practice in your field would be a sharp contrast to the silence that was embraced this very moment.
The first to wake would be the parents of the young racers. Dad up to make sure that the bikes would be ready. Most Dad's spent all week already making sure everything was just right, but it was time to do those final checks for the practice runs.. They had to make sure that their son's or daughter's bike would be ready to tear over the straightways, jump those tabletops and sail high over doubles and triples.
Moms were up, who no matter how hard they tried to not worry worried that by some slim chance their child might get injured and yet they were there supporting and of course preparing breakfast. This was what they dealt with all week long preparing for yet another weekend of racing.
The heat and dryness of spring was already on them, summer was coming, and no matter what entire families caravaned each weekend to tracks around the state. The smell of exhaust, the dust, the mud at times, and the rumble of engines was the sounds the young riders lived by, their families loyally followed, encouraging them to do their best.
Jay Key, age 12, like so many of his competitors was trying to get every second of sleep possible. He had been racing the circuit now 6 years and was about ready to move from his 85 to his 125 and hopeing soon to a 250. But this very second he was trying to get that extra 5 minutes of sleep. His family pulled into the park about 9pm after that 4 hour drive on Friday night and spent the evening setting up as well as just visiting. They were fortunate that they found the perfect spot, awesome view of the track, close to the tunnel and starting. They hoped the track owners would keep the track watered just enough to keep the dust down. But still just 5 more minutes.
That just didn't happen, the clang of whatever woke Jay who just covered his head, but it was useless, he was now awake and he might as well crawl out of his sleeping bag. After a minute of untangling himself from the blasted thing Jay stumbled outside wondering was it worth going clear to the portapotty toilet or just step to one side and take a piss. The latter was easier but it never failed that some cute girl racer would come up to see if his older sister Chei was up and he would never finish the job. So he figured he might as well head to the **** house, he could think it but NEVER say that aloud.
End Part 1
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Posted by xlr8 on 2009-07-04 01:28:36 | Rating: | Views: 19
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