15 for 15 Contest --- Closed

The motor snarled like the tyrannosaurus rex. Bobby grinned. Why had he thought of a dinosaur, now? When he was a kid, dinosaurs always scared him.

He was now approaching the first turn on the track. How was he supposed to steer this thing? Should he lean as if he were on a motorcycle? But he should know better after so many hours of training. His coach and his father had taught him everything.

Still, Bobby wasn't sure of himself; however, gripping the steering wheel, he concentrated.

When the car in front of him leapt like a frightened horse and crashed into the wall, he managed to sidestep the wreckage and fix his attention on the road, despite the sirens and the thoughts of concern for his rival and friend.

In a couple of seconds, when Bobby’s racer hurtled in front of the other cars, his breath whistled between his teeth. He realized his jaws were clenched. I’ll suffer from some kind of a lockjaw until the end of my life, he thought.

Bobby would never be here. It wasn’t in him, if his father and his brothers hadn’t pushed him into this. “You have excellent reflexes, Bobby, and you are quick. I’ll make you into a man,” his father, the champ, had told him.

To be a winner like his father…Wow! The idea had done the trick.

When Bobby checked out of the last pit stop, his crew was already rejoicing, and when he held up his trophy, the crowd roared. Bobby still felt uneasy and foolish, but it was over. He had done it.

Now, he could go back to his knitting without anyone making fun of him.