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The sound of the swish of a basketball, the crack of bat, and the kick of goal, are of many sports played in America, today. Athletes across America have made an impact in sports, but Hispanic athletes have made achievements beyond the imagination of an American athlete. Athletes like Roberto Clemente, Hall of Fame baseball player from Puerto Rico, Miguel Cotto, champion boxer, and Juan Pablo Montoya, NASCAR driver are athletes that have gone above and beyond their dreams and turned it into a reality

Winston Cup to follow a Rookie of the Year title with a Nascar Winston Cup Championship the next year. In 1981, Dale left for Richard Childress Racing, after Osterland sold his team to J.d. Stacy, and Dale finished the season seventh in the points standings even though he did not win a single race. At Childress,s sugestion, the following year Dale joined car owner Bud Moore driving the #15 Wrangler Jeans sponsored Ford Thunderbird for the 1982 and 1983 seasons. Dale struggled, during the 1982 season

Chevy vs. Ford The Big Three refers to the triumvirate of significant American automakers, yet ordinarily, it has boiled down to only two: Chevy and Ford. From pickup trucks to family cars, to games, autos, these two car juggernauts always fight for the heart of the American driver. These are two brands that have adopted distinctive strategies to where they are now. Yet how do Ford and Chevy truly stack up? Ford pulls a ton of its DNA from its abroad endeavors, while Chevy has taken off a lot

The two plan on racing at the Belmont track in town, but they must do it at night to avoid any other people or horses and they must also not wake anyone in their homes. The stallion is agitated in the barn and makes a ruckus as they try to load him into the trailer so they

Winston Cup. He made his debut at Charlotte Motor Speedway, in North Carolina, in the longest race on the Cup Circuit, the 1975 World 600. The number 8 Ed Niegre Dodge Charger was the car he drove and he finished 22nd in that race. Dale raced in eight more races until 1979. He joined car owner Rod Osterland Racing in his rookie season, Dale won one race at Bristol, he scored eleven top 5’s, seventeen top 10’s, and captured four poles. Despite missing four races due to a broken collarbone Dale still

morning in the city It’s 7:30am, I step outside onto my apartment balcony. Cars are zooming down the over crowded streets, staunch buildings towering over me blocking the greeny lush hills far away. People rapidly walking down the sidewalk. In front of my eyes are shimmery silver and navy colours reflecting from the sky high buildings, they stand out more than the joyous light blue sky itself. Sounding in my ears are cars angrily roaring every 5 seconds, people barking at taxis to stop, an earth

sailing. You see, I’m not a person that wakes up refreshed, smelling the Folders coffee in the morning, while birds are singing beautifully to me. I purposely pile on the stress and it creates this anxiety in my life, mainly in the mornings while racing to get ready and drive to work. I have no understanding to why I do this to myself, but I am my own villain and procrastination is my toxic poison. There are many people that have morning routines that they follow while getting ready, but me, I do

Alfa Romeo, what does it mean to you, it means lots of different things to everyone but one thing in common is that the car has a soul, passion about it. It is seen as the Ferrari for the everyday man, famous for its pure driving pleasure, power, sound and its unique and outstanding designs that have made people fall in love with its characteristic shape and their innovative expressions throughout their vehicles. The Alfa Romeo I am going to discuss in this essay is going be this unique Alfa Romeo

book. We were driving for about ten minutes when it happened. The car jerked to the right making the most frightening screeching noise, and causing my phone to go soaring from my now trembling hands. On the passenger side (my side) I watched as we slammed into a ginormous, giant semi-truck, and I felt my heart rate go bezerk. I felt like it was a movie and I was watching this happen from above as my older sister wrenched the car to the left trying to get away from the enormous semi-truck. I next

through the vents to prevent the windows from frosting over and brings warmth to my skin. The car has no insurance yet, so my parents were hesitant to let me drive it. After pleading to them that I was responsible and old enough, the moment finally came. They said multiple times that I needed to be extra careful, but eventually they handed me the keys. The radio echoes the lyrics May We All through the car while I hum along. The rumbling of my stomach silences the thumping of the bass, since the last