An Afternoon At The Races
My wife finds out how exciting drag racing can be, and I let a driver take her for a ride - in his RVIt was very hot, and the sun was blazing down when we arrived at the race track. The clock read two minutes after ten, and we began sweating as soon as we stepped out of the car. After applying liberal amounts of sunscreen, and failing to convince her to wear her hat (she hates hats), we grabbed a few bottles of water and made our way to the grandstands, taking a seat along the top bench close to the starting line. I love...
