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 8th May 2007 08:30
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| "Damnable men." She grumbled under breath, hating he saw right through her. Turning back around she took back off for her coach, not stopping or glancing anywhere but in front of her feet and where she was going. Getting to her coach she opened the door, went in and closed it without so much as a glance back. He'd seen her go into her coach, he still remembered that night like it was yesterday. He'd NEVER done anything reckless and as half hazard as he'd done that night at Talladega. Suddenly he laughed softly to himself wondering if she still had his jacket or not. Turning he too went to his coach, not thinking anything more about it as he kicked off his shoes and sat back to relax. A few hours dragged on by the time Christine finished with all the post race numbers. She stood from her table she used as a desk, grabbed all the printouts and started to head for the door of her coach to go drop them off to her respective boss. Opening the door she was met with a blast of cool, ocean air. "Brr." She shivered slightly, not wanting to get sick she turned and went to her closet, she thumbed through looking for a sweatshirt when she came across the black leather jacket. Snickering to herself she took it off the hanger and slipped it on. Grabbed the paperwork and headed out into the last of the day's sunlight. She was barely coming up to passing his coach when his door opened, not stopping or saying anything she pretended like she didn't hear a thing and kept walking. "Nice jacket." She heard the laugh behind her. "Thanks." She said calmly and coolly over her shoulder but kept walking. Her nerves frayed to their extent just upon hearing his voice. She dropped off the paperwork and decided to mull around for a bit, she walked through the garages watching crews pack up tools, spare parts, notebooks otherwise known as racing bibles. In them a crew chief could look back over past races and see what was done, or how they had improved on something. She nodded politely to drivers and crew alike saying nothing, just kept walking. She was heading up on his garage; she could feel it in her stomach. Just as she was walking by he was walking out. They collided. "Hey." he said steadying himself as she did the same. "Sorry." She said softly. "No problem." He said then added, "Come to return the jacket?" "Nope, just wandering through the garages, why? Want it back?" She asked ready to take it off. "No, well not yet." He smiled. "When then?" She asked. "You'll know." He smirked and walked off. "Grr." She grumbled after him. "Grr, back at ya." She heard as he walked back to his coach. "Ugh, he is SO aggravating." She thought to herself as she undoubtedly headed the same direction to get back to her own coach.
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12th May 2007
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| Inspired Author  Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Eastern Pennsylvania Posts: 98
|  Re: The Great American Race Again dear Angel3/8, I humbly post my respect and admiration for a well told tale. Rotsen |
 
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7th Mar 2008
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| Inspired Author  Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: New England Posts: 939
| Re: The Great American Race Awwwwww, Angel! You melted me reading this!! It was beautiful...just a sign of what little girls are made of....I loved it! Wouldn't all of us guys like to be Junior? I do have my old biker's jacket on the hook over here like an old trophy ....waiting to be awarded. :-)
__________________ "Its not easy, being green...but green's the color of Spring...it's beautiful, and I think it's what I wanna be." (Kermit the frog) |
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27th Mar 2008
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| Inspired Author  Join Date: Mar 2007 Location: Clitterville Posts: 164
| Re: The Great American Race Quote:
 I like four wheels and a roll cage darlin', move a lil' faster. Drive and dive a lil' harder Decide to pick up your racin' wheels..look me up!
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12th Jun 2008
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| Inspired Author Join Date: Sep 2007 Location: New England Posts: 939
| Re: The Great American Race Angel Darlin', Too bad I just saw this or I might have been talking to some family and friends I have that raced near me in Seekonk, Massachusetts, then at the New Hampshire Motor Speedway a number of times. I just might be able to pick up a good Chariot with some go! I used to drive GM 'Vette for fun in the quarter mile locally, but I couldn't get enough out of it: I bored it 327 to 356, 4.88 to 1 rear end, dual quads, got lots of power to the ground and turned some goods times but it would never make it to a track without big risks. I decided it was just too purdy to risk blowing up: 1960 candy apple red 'n white, convertible. Almost cried when I sold it. Now I work with MOPAR machines with a friend who designs and modifies them for track use. But there we are talking some real cash outlay Honey, and I know you're worth it but you know that once a guy has a good cage, he gets addicted, will wanna run it on a good track, and can end up in the poor house. lol With all due respect to your merits as a fine Southern Belle and all, couldn't the fetch be a little less dear, Angel darlin'???
__________________ "Its not easy, being green...but green's the color of Spring...it's beautiful, and I think it's what I wanna be." (Kermit the frog) |
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