Racing

One day my friend and I decided to go to a rally. We took our M3 rally car so we could race. This race was going to take over a week to finish. There are no rules so we can modify our cars however we want. Only thing is, there are no guns.

The first thing we did was make our car as light as we could. All we had left on it was a roll cage. We didn’t do much after that because we still wanted a rally car. The last thing we did though, was put a better engine in it and tuned it perfectly. The car ran like it could fly.

When the race started we were on the edge of the Sahara Desert. In all there were ten of us who dared to race, eight men and two women from around the world.  This race went from the desert to the Amazon. The first checkpoint is half way through the desert in Africa. We started at noon.

Three, two, one, the gun fires and we take off. Someone stalled at the line, but I didn’t know who it was. We started in sixth place. We kept jumping the sand dunes and landing hard every time. When we finally got it so it was not riding rough and landing hard, we saw someone in front of us land on the nose of their car and flip.  This ended the race for the fifth ranked team of racers.

When they stopped, they were on their top. It was level with the hood of the car, but the passengers were safe. There was not much else that happened in the rest of the first leg. Our car stayed together and the car that was stalled got to the checkpoint. We passed two people and are starting in fourth place on the next leg.

That night we tried to sleep, but every time we were about to fall asleep we heard a person yelling at someone else or people fighting. One time we heard a car running, as another team was working on their car, and then there was a big boom. So we got up, and when we saw the car, it was in pieces. The engine blew up and they had to get a new one by morning.  This is the beauty of this race, teamwork.  We all want to win based on if we earned it, not because someone else couldn’t finish.  So all the teams got together and brought the pieces they could to fix team five’s car.  It was near dawn by the time we got it put back together, but it was raceable at that point.  We didn’t want to win just because a competitor couldn’t get their car to the finish line.  We wanted to win based on that we were better in the race.  After that we went back to bed and finally fell asleep for a couple of hours.

The second leg of the race started in the middle of the Sahara and ended at the Eastern edge of the Amazon rainforest.  As dawn broke, we took off headed west.  When we got to Guinea, we had to take a ferry to get to Brazil in South America.  It was a nice boat, but our team was seasick the entire time.  It felt like it would never end.  It took three days, but somehow we all survived it.  When we landed in Brazil, we were about half of the way through.  There was a village that made the perfect rest stop.  There were places to get a bite to eat and something to drink for the road ahead of us.  My team grabbed some bottles of water and tacos to get to the next leg of the race.  We got enough to last us the rest of the trip, but in the meantime we lost two positions.  We were now in sixth place, with a lot of room to gain positions back.  

The final leg of the race began at the eastern edge of the Amazon rainforest and ended where the Amazon River began.  It started off as a normal day, and we were all speeding through the forest when all of a sudden the rain started.  Rain season began right at that point in the race.  It was raining so fast and so hard that the road washed out and became a complete mud pit.  Luckily, we were ready for this and had stashed some super swamper boggers with us.  It was a mess, but we got all the tires changed and the boggers on, and we were on our way again.  The other five teams were stuck up to their elbows in mud trying to figure out a way to get out of the mud as we easily passed all of them.  Since we were getting through the mud and everything easy, we found a dry place to stop and eat the rest of our food because we were hungry.  So, now we are in first place, no longer hungry, and we were almost to the finish line.  That is when we got sick on the tacos we got from the village earlier.  We were just close enough that we finished the race, but we were so sick we could not enjoy the win.

We spent a week in the hospital due to the poisoned tacos.  It has to be another team that set it up.  But who would try to take us out.  Come to find out it was the team that wrecked in the first leg.  They set it all up from Guinea to try and slow us down.  They called some friends in Brazil, and they had spoiled meat in the tacos.  We fell right into their trap.  We were just lucky enough that we did not eat the tacos until the end of the race and were able to finish.  After we survived this, we went to go talk to them about it because we thought everyone had the same agreement on winning due to skill and not trying to take each other out.  Their response was that of anger that we were accusing them of this.  When it was proven to them that we knew they were behind it, they apologized to the entire field of racers.  At this point we just let it go, and a race like this was to only happen once and will never happen again.  This was proof that all races have to have some rules that they made up to prevent bad things from happening.