"My heart synced with the thundering engine. Heat raced through the cabin, crowds screamed for my opponent, everything was barely audible due to my cars roar.
I didnt care. The only thing on my mind was being the fastest without going over 4.35 seconds. 4.35 seconds until my final waltz. 4.35 seconds until my carreer is over. 4.35 seconds to beat the car in the right lane. 4.35 seconds before I'm home with my husband and kids. 4.35 seconds.
My heart with the engine rang my ear drums. The lights, the people, the smell of gas and burnt rubber, the announcer making the worst yet beat jokes, every little detail. This two lane race way is my home. It always will be. Whether I'm off in the Bahamas with my mother or flying to Korea with my husband. I will always love this race track.
4.35 seconds. Thunder of my engine.
The top yellow lighta flash on. Then the second, third, my foot presses on the gas but I dont move. Fourth, Fith, then the moment I've waited for. The green light flashes on and I'm off.
4.35 seconds. Thunder. Everything becomes a blur with 113.62 miles per hour.
I won."