The race

1935 San Antonio Texas


Some days before Thanksgiving right when I woke up and turned the televison on, the president of the United States of America made a speech saying that there would be a big race held in Minnesota. Anyone from any where in the country could participate. I thought it was a nice idea. As the president went on with his speech my brother who was least interested in races I would say, imitated the president like this “Blah, blah, blah.” While I was finishing packing my bags my brother asked “Gettin ready for the race” I responded “Yes, gotta problem” he responded “Well, kinda. I wanted to go along with you.” “Why couldn’t you tell me before? If you don’t pack in a jiffy you’re not comin!” I had exploded. The way my brother walked into his room, I thought he was going to come in five minutes. My first idea was completely wrong. After four whole hours my brother came out six carry bags filled with every thing but clothes. “We’re only going there for three days, and also pack some bags of clothes.” After a couple of minutes he came back. Atleast this time he was quick. Finally we were in the old chevy pickup. The car was acting like it would blow up. After one day and one night of driving the uncomfortable truck we reached a hotel. When we opened the doors we saw a big group of tough men boosing and playing cards. When my brother smelled the scent of people drinking from Budwieser Beer Bottles my brother asked “Whats that smell. It’s going to make me stop breathin” I couldn’t tell him the answer because the men were staring at us. We scurried out of the hotel and slept in the back of the pickup. Well after we woke up we started driving. At last we had reached the race grounds. The president was saying something. I thought he was starting the race. I went closer I heard his voice loud and clear. “And the winner is Matt Fitsgerald who used his thunderbird.” I didn’t do anything but slump back into the car.