As The rain and small pieces of hail smashed My forehead my face began to grow numb. my body shivered as it was slightly warmed by the exposed exhaust pipe. as the engine roared We accelerated past 145 km/h along a two lane road. as our car filled up with water and our clothes became completely soaked we hoped that Bathurst was nearing. Our situation could not have been much worse until we realise we had left my dads phone. so we hit the brakes, which to add to a bad day made us aquaplane losing complete control. my heart rate began to accelerate as all my muscle tensed. we slid uncontrollably for what seemed like 100 metres before my dad(as you do) floored the accelerator and brought the car back under control
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they were indulging in the finest Victorian bitters with a stench of Winfield Blues hanging in the air. As a they were enjoying the high life to imports(cars from japan) came gunning down the straightaway. tires squealing as they fought for grip. the hum of the engine was overpowered by the abuse being hurtled from the group beside us. “Fuck what a Jap spec piece a shit” and “why don 't they shit boxes go up against a real car.
These adults continued to drink, smoke and use their incredible vocabularies until the track dried up and was reopened to the public. As soon as they discovered it had been opened to the public, they jumped in their holden commodores(even though they were under the effect of alcohol) and went for some laps before it got dark.
Whilst some of their friends were doing laps a teenager on a petrol motored push scooter came racing down the hill at 100+ km/h “what the fuck… Is that **** on a Fuckn skateboard” asked one of the men. “Nah darl he 's on a scooter” answered his partner. “a fuckn scooter… Oi Dazzo this psycho is riding a scooter down the hill.”
And so it went for a while until I was ready to go inside when I heard a high pitched quite voice of a 3-5 year old