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. As I advanced closer, my uncle shouted for me to hurry up so we could race. After sliding into the driver's seat once again, I was informed that I would be the one who would be racing. I tried to tell my uncle that I had never raced before, and he totally ignored me. He then stated, "Well, you are gonna hafta learn." 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 made my two cousins, their friends, and my aunt get out of the car because it lightened the load, and it was safer.
             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 spun my tires which caused me to fall behind and gave him a head start, although I caught up with him soon after. All of a sudden the road narro
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