Story #1

LeMans InDoor Karting

Harjot((indian)) Kulvir((indian)) Chris((philips)) Anthony((hybrid)) Jeremy((white)) David((black hybrid))

March 30th 6pm

All of us decided today was a great day to go kart racing, so we followed through on plans. We drove about two miles up and out of milpitas on warm springs and arrived at some company complex. Before you knew it we were out on the race track. All of us were equipped with racing gear; neck braces, helmets, and gloves. And finnally we got the go , to go race from the manager. This is when my horror began.

Things were fine we raced and raced, well atleast for the first few minutes. The people at LeMans Racing had about 12,000 rules and those rules were strictly applied. There were about three employees scattered through the 1/4 mile track, there sole purpose was to dictate the race. These fuckers had a variety of flags they would pull out for a variety of reasons. The reason that fucked with me most was the BLACK FLAG. Anytime some Rudy POO raised a black FLAG meant you had to goto the pits, and get punked by the manager.

The first time I went to the pits was very understandable, i spun out anf delayed racing. This 'suspension' was okay with me. The second time i got locked up was for supposedly passing a car when the YELLOW LIGHTS WERE ON. I never passed a fucking car when the yellow lights were on lol. BUt, you know how the story goes, i ended up in the pits.

Now im in the pits for the 2nd time. The manager is telling me "Hey kid, i know you can race. BUt you got one lAST WARNING if you MESS UP you are out, since that will be your 3rd BLACKKKKKKKK FLAG". I told him "hey bro, they aint getting the calls right". Im not one to complain much, but it was like what the fuck beyond what the fuck! Now im back on the race track , driving like a fuckin pansy because i was like barely into the racing session and already was near extinction.

Yup, I got the third FLAG. Some weird beeezy points me out of the pack of cars while waving the evil black flag and says, "hey, get in the Pits". Now this time the manager says " DUDE, COME ON, stop bumping". IM like thinking to myself WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? I barely bumped the wall, and here I am again getting roasted. I then begain to tell him my story about how I felt. He bought it, he shouldve and the racing resumed for me. WHen i got back the employees were in shock! The look on there face said" WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING BACK". I was just sitting back in my car like yea bitches, even though they had me drivng like a bitch through all the harrassment. All the cars were passing me up :( LOL...and im like FUCKKKKKKKKKK WHAT THE HELL!!!! Then KULVIR AND JEREMY PASSED ME UP......i was like OK LETS GOOO....I figured they wont punk me , if i drive along with these guys. I was right behind kulvir for about 1/8 of a mile.

Now im right behind Kulvir!!!! His car is fish tailing everywhereeeee and i'm like thinking to myself 'fuck put this guy in the pits'. LOL. ;) Next thing you know while im tailgating him , HE SPINS OUT ON HIS OWN, and I HIT HIM because his car got in my path. Guess what happend????

FOURTH MOTHERUCKIN BLACK FLAGG FOR ME!!!! At this point im driving into the pits..thinking WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!! I parked my fast car in the parking spot and immediately spoke to the manager. He said "Whats going on man?". I Said " i DONT KNOW MAN , HE SPUN OUT I HIT HIM , AND NOW IM OUT HERE". He said "Hey bro, before you take off your helmet go race some more". He then cussed out his crew on the walkie talkies and told them to chill the fuck outtt and start getting the calls right. This was a huge relief, and i enjoyed the next 2 minutes of racing.

Since everyone else seemed to have had an above average expierence, I decided I will give the place another shot some other time. Im interested in having a good time, lol , not a wack time. This will officially be the first "TRIED SO HARD" post. All suggestions and comments are welcome!

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Harjottt