Personal Narrative: My First NASCAR Race

Tires squealing, smoke streaming across the ground, and motors revving against the silent night. Two incomparable cars lined up against each other along a desolate stretch of roadway. The scent of burning rubber singed the night air, while the glare of the headlights lit the path that would soon become a motor warzone. I was sitting at the wheel of my car with my head sticking out of the window, gazing at the stars, and cringing my face at the rotten stench of my opponent's car. My adversary shouted at me, asking if I am ready to start this race or if I was afraid of losing to him. A silent smirk spread across my face, and forcing back laughter at his comment, I raised my thumb up in the air. I got back in my seat, and buckled my seatbelt, because if I was going to risk my life, I might as well be safe about it. I revved up

I woke up thinking this is the day, the day that I would have to try my best. On October 21, 2017 in Rapid City, South Dakota the day of my biggest cross-country race had come. It was state. I felt very thrilled and nervous that the day had come.

At the beginning of the day my mom was going to surprise us by bringing us rock climbing. I was with my sisters, and we were on the trampoline. Our mom walks out onto the deck and says “Do any of you want to go rock climbing.”, and we all said “YES”. We jumped in the car and we drove down to St. Cloud State University.

I found my love for athletic activity at a young age. When I was 7 years old, I was enrolled in a YMCA summer program in Michigan. That is where it all started. My summer days were filled with various sport activities. Unfortunately, when I moved to California at the age of 10, I stopped playing sports for at least a year. However, during the rest of elementary school, throughout middle school, and in high school, I played different sports to figure out which one I liked best, which is now, Track & Field.

As most people are aware, NASCAR is the fastest growing sport in America. NASCAR, or the National Association for Stock Car Auto Racing, has become a national phenomenon and is attended by millions of Americans of year.

A personal experience I have went through in my life would be making it to districts in track and field my sophomore year of high school. Making it to districts was a big accomplishment for me and my teammates because track is something that I take a lot of my time to focus on and do multiple hours of training so I am able to compete with the other athletes. I come from a small town in Ohio called Oak Hill. The sport track and field is something you do not hear that much about because our high school is not very big and very few athletes actually run track to make it somewhat far in competition, so for my 4x1 team to make it to regionals was a big deal for me considering it is something that does not happen that often at my local high school.

Close to a year ago, my brother and I went to Darlington South Carolina for a NASCAR race. This was our third race and third time being in this crazy but wonderful environment. The people were drinking, the laughter was loud but genuine, and the race was thrilling. The excitement you get from hearing the loud cars, seeing them crash and the excitement of the crowd was overpowering. I had goosebumps from every bit of it. The smells from the burnt rubber, the smell of the smoke from the cars after hitting the wall or crashing into another car, the blinding lights from the fireworks when the race was over, and people going crazy was so overpowering. The parties that night were entertaining. People treated complete strangers like family, and fed

One day in the summer my mom told me we were going to this place in Auburn Hills to go to this museum where i met four Nascar Drivers! So when i went to the museum we had to wait five to six hours in a line with a lot of people. I got to meet my favorite driver! i was so excited when i got to meet him.

Sitting in my frigid bleak classroom I found myself constantly looking out the window staring at the rain that had been barreling down all morning. This frightened me a great deal, for I was prepared to compete in my first official Cross Country race of the season. I waited for this day for quite a few months. Unfortunately, previous back-to-back injuries prevented me from fulfilling my dream of running. These injuries were so severe i had to go into surgery just to be able to walk normal again much less of running on uneven surfaces like cross country. The long months of rehabilitation were log and painstakingly hard, not just physically but mentally as well. There were so many days i knew there was no way i was ever going to be my normal self again. When I was finally able to run again I spent all of my summer practicing for this year’s season. Many of my

As a track runner, it is a necessity to be relaxed yet focused and determined. When I participate in track meets or even at practices, I receive a comforting warmth just by stepping onto the track. I feel as though burdens and worries temporarily lift from my shoulders. One may wonder how this can make someone content with their surroundings instead of nervous and uneasy based upon their environment and luckily for me this is an uncomplicated notion to explain. Unlike particular people, the track calms me and gives me a place to clear my head. I work relentlessly to achieve my goals, nevertheless it also gives me the clearance and space I need to effectively work my hardest whether it be a physical goal I am working to achieve

On Monday, I continued testing the car on the track with different weights where I left last week, but the problem was that the wires broke while I was testing the car. We had resoldered the wires again, so it does not stop again while testing the car on the track. I accidently dropped the car, this is when the car stopped working. Whenever I tested the car, the front wheels did not work. We did not have time to solve this issue, so as a group, we decided to solve this problem on Thursday because that is when we have practical.

All throughout history people have been made to feel less than because the color of their skin. I encountered this all throughout high school running track. Track consists mainly of African Americans while a small portion consists of Caucasians for sprinting and field events. My high school coach was named Coach Lucas and he was African American. He constantly told me I wouldn’t be able to do well or that I should find a different sport because track is not a white woman’s sport. He also degraded me when I would do well at track meets by always saying I won because I got lucky and the other kids just had a bad day running.

When I was three, my parents packed up and moved to where my mom’s family is from, Lexington Kentucky. I thought it was great! All I remember is seeing the fields of bluegrass with racing thoroughbreds.

The most outstanding moment of my life so far is when i got my first car.It was a cool March morning in Pensacola Florida.I had my drivers test at eight thirty in the morning at the DMV on W street.As i got to the DMV ,we checked in for my appointment we had made.Soon the instructor came out and told me it was my turn.As nervous but as ready as i could be,i followed him out to my car.After he checked to make sure all safety requirement were checked,i began my test.All i could remember was what my parents had told me.¨If you pass your drivers test you will get a car.¨.When i finished my test,i had only missed 9 points.So i went back into the DMV and took my picture for my license.On my way back home my mom said ¨we have something for you.¨.As

When I started barrel racing. I was very slow. The horse did not like me. But I won a belt buckle for being the toughest rider there was . It was fun being a pewe because you could go super slow. I remember I was so nervous. My dad had to take me around the barrel’s. The horse I rode name is Sunny he is my sister's horse.