Narrative
It was a normal Friday night in down town Salt Lake City, Utah. I, my aunt and uncle, my two cousins and two of their friends were out cruising in my aunt's new birthday present- a '92 Camaro Z28. I drove the car because my aunt and uncle had been drinking and were a little screwed up. The car was a convertible, which I thought was extremely cool, so I asked if I could take the top down. Of course, almost anything you ask a drunk is a guaranteed yes, so we put the top down and headed to State Street, which is well known for the nice ¼ mile stretches and the prostitutes. When we finally hit State Street, I noticed that we were almost out of gas, so I pulled over, which was a very bad mistake, and filled the tank all the way. As I was coming back out to the car after paying for the gas, I noticed a dark blue `Saleen' Mustang parked next to the car, and the guy inside of it was talking to my aunt and uncle. As I walked towards the car, I could hear that they were talking about a race
My uncle was in the hospital for three months because both of his legs and wrist were crushed, along with having minor brain damage and being in a coma. The driver of the Mustang revved up his engine; I revved up my engine and that was when the girl waved the makeshift racing flag. I hit the median, and I was looking up at the sky and then the ground. I tried to tell my uncle that I had never raced before, and he totally ignored me. As I advanced closer, my uncle shouted for me to hurry up so we could race. I always wear my seat belt every where I go, now. " When we arrived at the designated starting line, a nice looking girl in a black leather skirt, red knee high boots and a zebra print spaghetti strap top, was standing next to the puny little guy in the Mustang. I think I saw the sky and ground about five times. I am extremely thankful that I am alive and that I still can drive. This was a very life changing experience for me. I was held in my seat because that the seat belts were specially designed to keep the drivers of race cars in their seats in case of an end-over end-flip or a continuous rollover. After flipping end over end, the car's back end hit the ground smashing it to smithereens and leaving nothing but the front seats, engine and the front half of the body.
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