Burning rubber
line up bellowed in a deep roar.
My stomach was tided in a bow. Seeing my pray.
As he lay his wrinkly lips on the whistle as he blew up his stomach.
Working my way around the first cone.
Slowly chugging along seeing the grass brushing along my rough feet trying to brake my pray as he was looking happy, seeing Mr Webb saying ''come on''.
Mr Webb says ''Rico and Jos are going to catch you dogging around the tyres as seeing the golden dirt knowing that i was there. Running up the straight like a Praymantis.
