Friday, May 22, 2009
55 fiction
She tore out of the gate, ripping towards the first barrel, the timer working against her. Right turn around first and off she goes. Speeding towards a left turn around second, she kicks up dust. 14.3 seconds and off to third. Another left turn and she's headed home. 17.8 and she's beat the ol' clock.
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