I like to drive fast. I just do. Lucky for me The Beast still has some get up and go.
My husband’s best friend was over the other night (as per the usual) and somehow our conversation drifted over to drag racing (don’t ask me how), and I mentioned that I think I could drag race The Beast. I really think we could sup him up and give him a flashy new paint job, and then he and I would rule the races. Aw, yeah…
At first they laughed. But, then I told them I would wear racing suits all Evel Knievel style, wear my hair like a 50s pinup, and wear red lipstick and my aviators. I told them my little racing crew would be all chicks and they would be sexy but bad ass. That what I was proposing was the new roller derby for soccer moms.
Just think about it. Drag racing is just like the drop off line at my kids school, and the demolition derby hasn’t got shit on the grocery store parking lot. One of us suggested we turn it into a reality show…. hence the title…
I think I would be a damn good drag racer/derby driver. I may be on to something.
-Shan
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