There were lots of different cars lining up on each side of the street, everyone was waiting for the final racer to arrive. Currently there was already three cars lined up on the starting line, they needed a fourth to be able to race.
The drivers would occasionally looked at each other as well as taking quick glances behind them to see if they could see the fourth racer. They had no idea as to who it was or when they would arrive.
While the three racers were waiting by their cars. Everyone else who was going to watch the race, were all chatting with each other. They were talking about whose car was better, so which car had the best engine, exhaust, breaks and which car could go the fasted. They also talked about who might win the race out of the three that were already there. They didn’t even know who the fourth racer was going to be, they were all excited to watch the race and they were starting to get tired of waiting.
But they didn’t have to wait much longer, because the cars were finally pulling up. They turned into the street one behind the other. The front car made its way along the road towards the starting line. While the other cars that came with it pulled back and stayed behind with all the others waiting for the race.
The car pulled up so that it was parallel to the other cars on the starting line. Once it was in the correct position, the driver turned off the engine and open the car door. They slowly stepped out of the vehicle causing everyone to gasp in surprise.
Everyone now knew that this race was going to be interesting. Now that the best of the best had shown up as the forth racer. Everyone was in for a much better night and an even better show than it would have been. They watched as the driver walked up to the main man who ran all the races in this town.
“Tom, you made it, thought you wouldn’t show.”
“When have I ever missed a race...?”
Tom left the sentence hanging, everyone knew that Tom loved to race, he loved the freedom it gave him for the short time. Plus he would always race anyone who wanted to challenging him.
Tom handed over his money and smiled at him, however he turned around when he heard one of the racers.
“That’s who we’re racing against.”
Tom looked directly at the person who had just spoken.
“You got a problem with racing against me... Because you can leave no one is forcing you to race me.”
Everyone in the crowd and the other racers began to laugh at the man, even Tom laughed as well. He found it funny that someone who wanted to race, didn’t want to race against the best. What’s the point in racing someone you know you’re going to win against, it’s not a challenge then is it?
Tom looked at the man and then the crowd, he couldn’t believe this guy, was he really stupid enough to moan about racing Tom. If it was a bad moaning or good moaning, which ever one it was Tom was going to bring it and bring it hard.
