Shit Happens
Well, I guess as a child you make a lot of mistakes. Some of them you might not get caught, and suffer the consequences. But then again you have those where you get caught. Yesterday was one of the mistakes that I got caught for. And I didn’t take part in it by myself. Yesterday I took part in a race with my friend Joe. Joe driving a Ford Focus, and myself driving a Honda Civic. We raced not in the street in front of my house, but the next street. Let me make it clear that my parents were no where around the house, they had left. So there we are lined next up to each other. One, two, and three, the sound of rubber eating the ground, the race begins. I honestly thought that Joe, and his Focus we going to win, because of the fact that my car is only 11 years older than his, and has a few things wrong with it. Bu it came as a surprise to me that my little Civic kept up pretty well. At the begging, I noticed that I was ahead, and was doing well. Before you know it, I see Joe catching up and then was like about a foot passed me. I just stopped right there, knowing I was going to loose, and the block was ending. So I stop, while Joe kept on going to the stop sign. I pulled into someone’s drive and reversed the car into the street so I can return to my house. But when I pulled into that someone’s yard, I noticed a mid-aged man look at me, and at Joe making the turn. I did not stop, and wanted to leave quickly. So I put the car in drive. I see the guy saying something, I didn’t know if he was talking to me or to himself. So I leave, and as I look into the rear view mirror I see him getting in his car, getting ready to follow me. All I thought to myself was “Fuck”. So I continued, I pass by my house but didn’t park in it. I parked my car across the street so he wont find out where I live. I See him park his car next to the stop sign and wouldn’t leave. I see Joe, go into my drive way, then backed out and stayed in front of my house. I got out of my car walked towards him, and then the guy left. Joe and I followed him, and lost him. We returned into his block to see if he was home, but he wasn’t. We went to the stop sign, and we see him coming and stopped next to us and told us if we had raced. Of course we said no. He said if he saw us again doing that he would call the cops on us. Let me tell you, the rest of that day, I couldn’t stop thinking about it, because I don’t have my license, the car has no insurance, and it’s not even under my name. So, before you know it, my dad had called Hermann’s house, telling me to go home, with Joe so he can talk to us. Damn, I just felt a struck of shock to my heart. I went home, and all hell unleashed. I am now currently grounded, which that never hardly happens. I can’t touch my car, I lost my parents trust, and Joe lost my parents trust as well. I can still go out on weekends, just have to be home at 12. And as for getting my license, ill just have to wait to get it until further notice. What an experience. I am just grateful I can still go out and more. I dont think my parents have never been this mad at me in my life. But it will all pass and be forgotten. I know that this incidence will not keep me from racing. I have a feeling; ill have a few more races later in my life. But for now, I’m going to relax and get cars out of my mind for a while even though it’s hard for me. For those people who have took part in any race, or sneaks out the car. I suggest you take it easy, and save for later on in life, because things will catch up t you sooner or later. I just want to add that on top of that, one of our family friend, got a heart attack, and is in a coma. The same thing happened to the grandma of one of my friend. I just hope the best for her and her family, and for our family friend that is going through this coma righ now...~1~