It was a dry dirt pit in the middle of nowhere.
The reason I am in Texas is for a street race. I pulled up in a Honda Civic.
I came down last year for a street race also. It is 99º down here. "Good thing I have a sunroof," I thought.

The race is about to start so I am going to go get on the line. I am totally freaked out. All I have running through my head was loosing all my money. I would be so mad.

I saw a lot of sweet cars flying by me. The cars that flew by were topping 180 mph. My car topped 178.8 mph. It seems slow once you get used to it. Then when you jump in a faster car it is a rush. I am getting a 2003 Blood Red Lamborghini. It tops out at 200 m.p.h.

I showed up at a race in my Honda Civic. I asked if I could race. They all gave me a hard time.

"White boy can't race, What, do you think you can just show up in the line"
"Punk, freak, nerd."

There were at least 30 of the best racers in the world! There was a $1,000 entry fee.

Once they let me race I totally embarrassed them. They thought they were big and bad before I took their money. They cried like little girls. The next race I won a Charger. The last race I lost $3,000. The race took place on one of the biggest streets in New York City I won $ 5,693.

I got in a huge car crash in Palm Beach, I was driving home late one night, I did not see the huge semi truck headed right for me. I slammed into it, it chewed me up and spit me out like used gum. It threw me across the rail and into the ditch.

I don't think I'll be racing for a while.