When it rains, it pours. And I love it when it pours, especially when I’m behind the wheel. Though most people stay indoors or wait for the rain to stop before driving, I prefer to make a run for it. I prefer to race when the the road’s slippery.
A few months back, when my car was still in good shape, I was coming home from a 26-hour shift from the hospital at around 9 pm. Then, my racing pal called me up and informed me of a race downtown. Though I was very tired, I immediately made a U-turn and went to the place. The rain was pouring so hard that only a few, in that case, 5 of us only showed up. There was no prize, no chicks, just us 5 guys being racy. My speed was unimaginable. The 9 inches of rain blocked my view while I was in the race and I crashed into a dumpster but finished second in the race. I got home at 6 in the morning. I slept at the car because my legs and hands felt numb, my head was swirling. Prior meal was around 5 pm the afternoon before the race. My dad fumed with anger when he saw me just arriving while he was about to go to the dining room for breakfast. He knew that I raced. And he hates when I race. Didn’t speak to me for 2 days.
So, with these..Don’t know how to describe them, why do I still race when it rains? I race for three things and three things only:
- I long for the rush of blood in my veins
- I love cars
- I feel good
I guess these maybe generic reasons to race. But the passion is so strong I can’t resist it. It’s like in my blood, in my nerves. When I race, I feel fulfilled. And I think, that at the end of the day, we all seek fulfillment, even in little ways, and I intend to fulfill something every day.
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