Racing

Racing
Racing many be fun at the moment but it can also be dangerous. I learned first hand when I took the wheel of a Ford Mustang. I had only had my license a few days, meaning my driving was still in it's juvenile stages.
It was a typical Friday night. Everyone was meeting up at the local McDonalds after a intense baseball game. In my car I had two close friends and my boyfriend was in his truck following me. Pulling out of the baseball game cranking some jams for the ride, we were unaware a race was to come. The race began when my boyfriend decided to pass me. At that point everyone in my car looked at each other and started saying “Go, Go, Go!” I then put the peddle to the metal. Out of the corner of my eye a brick road was to the right. Whipping the wheel through my hands, you could hear the rawr of the brick road on the tread of my tires. The trees and buildings soon became a blur and the music was begging to fade. All my attention was on winning the race. Before I knew it was were to a stop sign. At this point safety wasn't an issue. I was just worried about him passing me.
As the car skidded onto he main road, at the light ahead I saw his truck. Boiling with anticipation I gunned it when the light turned green and bolted past him. Both my friends were then rooting me on to pass him. In the blink of an eye we were traveling up a hill. From what I could see in my mirror, my boyfriends truck was close to the back bumper of the car. As I glanced back up a car had pulled out in front of me leaving me no choice but to dodge into the other lane. Over the screaming of my friends I heard screeching tires. In my rear view mirror I noticed smoke and my boyfriends truck swerving. Yeah, I was scared. But non of that mattered, it was all about being in the {text:soft-page-break} parking lot first.
I could then see the golden arches and the turning lane. My boyfriends vehical then was on y butt. Anxious to park and rub it in his face that I had beat him, I...