“It does feel like home, doesn't
it?” he asked and I smiled. Surely it did.
After roaming whole day in the sun,
this was the closest I could call home.
I tried to enjoy my stay as much as I
could, for I knew my stay here would be short.
I knew the guy would come back
anytime and I had to start running again.
But what choice did I have? It was better
than suffering from disgrace!
I will tell you, once we leave the garage and get
on track, the life of a race car is never easy!
Until the next post,
Keep Smiling :)
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