Formula 1
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Bank hard around the turn, don’t brake too hard, hit the gas, but not too soon…compensate for the powerslide…there!
At about $20 a pop, I’m guaranteed to stay free of an addiction; that and the fear of succumbing to the awful fate of perhaps someday wanting a #3 on my car, err truck…
Alas, the incredible psychological pressure to win was nearly too much. But I am der ubermensch: I mastered the pressure and sacrificed it in the hot flames of loss. In a heat of eight, I came in dead last.
Since when do you own a truck?
I don’t, my dear: owning a truck with a #3 sticker would be an awful fate
you’re married!
i am constructing a bomb as we speak.
ps.. congrats!!
LoL–unbelievable. I had a similiar experience myself this summer. So competetive & in control. I screamed and raised my fist when rounding the curves–waved my ball cap to drivers as I raced by their hesitation–
only to come in second (which is explicably more disappointing than coming in last–like a B+ on a paper . . .).