Monday, March 8, 2010
Last Saturday was great! I got 203 MPH (ratio to if my car was full size on a quarter mile) and had the record until 3 other kids beat me. I got 4th place overall. I felt really bad about not getting first place, because would you like a dust spot in your 'Cherished Childhood Trophies' collection or a bad trophy? Dad bought (bribed) me with a Ring Pop and Pepsi and I took a nap when I got home. I quickly got over it. But the stupid car. Dad didn't work on it earlier. He started on the car right before the first race. I just could've won. For now, the car now rests forgotten in Dad's trunk. Every time I see it, I say, 'Stupid car! It neve had a chance.'