chimney_swift
04-22-2010, 06:23 AM
Whenever it rained the boy would run into the garage for his go cart to drive around the block.
The boy will race for his first time in a small race against boys much older than him. They will write their names onto a slip of paper and they will place it into a black helmet. The helmet will be shuffled and their names will be drawn to determine who will start first. The boy will get pole position.
He won’t be very good around the corners but he will be light and much quicker down the straights. The boy will lead most of the race, making a mistake with only a few laps remaining. He will veer off and crash and his father will rush out to him and find his son trying to restart his go kart to rejoin the race.
As an adult the boy will go on to win many races and lead a successful career in motorsport. He will demand the attention of the worldwide media with his stunning drives in the wet. His enemies will say he’s obsessed and that he is dangerous and they will call him a madman. The rest of the world will see a rare talent, a humanitarian and a great romantic in Formula One.
During practice he will jump out of his car and into the smoke and dust to help a driver who will have crashed in front of him. At San Marino we will watch him sitting quietly in the garage with his helmet on and his visor down after having learnt that a driver had been killed during qualifying. He will never know that he will start that race, his last race, on pole position and never finish it, just as he had his first.
The last thing he will hear is his engine growling as sparks fly away from the underside of his racing car. The last thing he will see is the trees, the racing track, the sand and the concrete wall rushing towards him.
The boy in the go cart who drives in the rain races because he loves to race, because he loves the feeling of going around corners at high speed and because his parents tell him not to. The boy races because he is good at it and he loves the feeling of winning.
The boy will race for his first time in a small race against boys much older than him. They will write their names onto a slip of paper and they will place it into a black helmet. The helmet will be shuffled and their names will be drawn to determine who will start first. The boy will get pole position.
He won’t be very good around the corners but he will be light and much quicker down the straights. The boy will lead most of the race, making a mistake with only a few laps remaining. He will veer off and crash and his father will rush out to him and find his son trying to restart his go kart to rejoin the race.
As an adult the boy will go on to win many races and lead a successful career in motorsport. He will demand the attention of the worldwide media with his stunning drives in the wet. His enemies will say he’s obsessed and that he is dangerous and they will call him a madman. The rest of the world will see a rare talent, a humanitarian and a great romantic in Formula One.
During practice he will jump out of his car and into the smoke and dust to help a driver who will have crashed in front of him. At San Marino we will watch him sitting quietly in the garage with his helmet on and his visor down after having learnt that a driver had been killed during qualifying. He will never know that he will start that race, his last race, on pole position and never finish it, just as he had his first.
The last thing he will hear is his engine growling as sparks fly away from the underside of his racing car. The last thing he will see is the trees, the racing track, the sand and the concrete wall rushing towards him.
The boy in the go cart who drives in the rain races because he loves to race, because he loves the feeling of going around corners at high speed and because his parents tell him not to. The boy races because he is good at it and he loves the feeling of winning.