Sarah goes racing

Allen and I had a deal: If he went to my high school reunion in Michigan, I'd go racing with him for a day. He went to Michigan with me in August. Saturday, I went racing.

Don't pay attention to that clenched fist, Brent.  It's all good.

Driver? Check.

Fire suit? Check. 

Helmet? Check.

Hans neck brace? Check.

Five point seatbelt? Check.

Emergency shut off valve?  Nope, no idea where that went.

Slow down button?  Non-Existent.

God be with me? Check. Check.

The Rev, The Driver, The one who talked me into this...

Now, I've always said that I'll do anything once and I've kept my word on that in just about every equation. In this case, once was definitely enough!  Or maybe I just need to try my hand at driving instead?? 

It started out faster than I was comfortable with, but I soon got used to that.  I kept telling myself it was like an amusement ride that would soon be over and I'd feel that rush of, "WOW!  I want to get back in line and do that again!"  

And then I was reminded that, unlike an amusement ride that has been designed, engineered & built by professionals, a ride that goes through vigorous maintenance & safety checks throughout the day with empty cars, is operated by people with lots of training (or so I pretend) and people who get paid to be safe, this was an amateur driver (sorry honey) in a type of car he'd never been in in his life, let alone driving one, and that I was essentially a guinea pig. I closed my eyes at some point, praying for safety. It was at this point I really wanted to get out.  

All my yelling, "honey, can you slow down?!  Can we take a break?! Can you stay away from the wall?! Stop the car! You're tires are slipping, and We need to go home!" fell on deaf ears due to the ROAR of the engine..... and then, as quickly as it began, it was over. 

In the end, I walked away in one piece with a smile on my face.  

As my mother will say, "Cross that one off your Bucket List!" 

In good spirits and with a smile, no less!

Thanks to the Holliday's for a fun afternoon, Grandpa and Grandma Strawn for coming to watch, and my dear Allen, who would never put me in harm's way without a really good reason.  143.  Thanks for bringing me home to my children.