For Midweststreetcar
Hey. Im Arlene Johnston, you know my dad Monza. Today he and my brother are going to Detroit for a grudge race. I'm bringing my car, my 77 Mustang, my brother gave her to me for graduation long ago. When we get to Detroit, I find out I'm racing, Motor City Jimbo.
I'm getting ready to go to the line, Brandon is riding on my door, and dad is at the line. As I get there, Brandon hops off, we do a fist bump, andie always, he nudges my helmet.
"Love you sis." He says.
"Love you bubba." I say.
"Be careful out there I love you." Dad says.
"Love you daddy." I say. He then shut my door.
We get lined up then we were off. Not even two seconds after going down the line, my back tires locked up and I'm going over 100. I then skidded to the side. My heart was beating out of my chest. This could be the end.
I then hit the curb and I barrel rolled over twenty times. I stopped on my lid and I was on the verge of passing out. My breathing was ragged. Someone ripped off my door and got me out.
"Sis it's me, its Brandon. Are you okay?" Brandon asks.
"I. I think so." I say as he gets my helmet off.
"Arlene!" Dad says.
"Dad I'm. I'm fine." I say.
Brandon and I stand up and walk to the ambulance where I can be checked out.
"Bubba I'm so sorry about the stang." I say.
"Arlene, it's okay. Your more important then that car. Your alive. Your still here with us is what matters." He says.
After months, of not being on the list, my car got rebuilt, and I've been racing back up the list. I'm now number five, I'm behind my dad.
"Any call outs?" Chief asks.
"I have one. Daddy you ready?" I ask with a smirk.
"I'm ready." He says.
The guys all laughed.
