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Danny parked the Vette and got out. A marshal with a clipboard and stopwatch recorded his time. Then another marshal got in the car and drove it around. Two more marshals went and put the two cones he hit back in their place. I was going to go last, I didn’t want anybody else copying my unique strategy.
One by one the other candidates went down the track. Danny said his time was two minutes flat. Nobody else came close to that. Most of the others got times like three minutes.
Finally, it was my turn. I laughed and turned to Danny and said, “I’m pretty sure I can get from the starting line to the finish line faster than you did”
Danny laughed, “If you can do that, I’ll eat my hat,” He pointed to his NASCAR hat that had his signature on it.
I laughed back and said, “Better break out the salt.”
The Corvette pulled up, the marshal got out and I got in. I revved the engine. I could feel the power behind it. I put my foot on the clutch and put it in gear. I could feel how light it was. I almost stalled it. I wasn’t expecting such acceleration.
I pulled up to the starting line.
RED…YELLOW…GREEN!
I gunned it and turned right into the cones. My dad always said that the fastest way to get from point A to B was a straight line. That was my plan. Ignore the cones, go right for the finish line. I ploughed through with half throttle. That was all I needed. Any more gas and I would probably loose traction or hit a cone too hard.
I finished. I stopped the car and parked it. I saw the marshals laughing at me. I got out and shut the door gently. I smiled and laughed with them.
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