Later we ended up enrolling in a few amature racing series and some advanced driving courses to beef up my experience points.  I dominated the amature circuit and was sent home from the advanced driving course for scaring both of the instructors out of my car(hahaha I still race with them to this day).  With the experience gained form this I was finally accepted into the SCCA and now race to this day.  After all the trouble its well worth it, I have a higher appreciation for the sport and beating all those who set obsticles in my way on a weekly basis is definitely what I consider happily ever after.

Hershey is also a classic American treat ranging from the creepy Halloween candy wrapper to campfires with your friends and family.  Everyone knows that Hershey is the best there is, others dont stand a chance.  How are you going to make the perfect smore with a crunch bar?  You cant because Hershey is the undisputed best loved by people young and old.

Me overtaking two cars in turn 13

I am writing about my 1990 Eagle talon that I had raced all year of 2007 and had just finally sold three weeks ago.  My talon was beautiful. very plain outside painted a bright torch red with a small Eibach decal on the front two quarter panels.  The interior, plain and was acoustically annoying.  It practically had an echo!  We had stripped all the interior out and replaced it with a very large Nasscar  roll cage.  Me and my father put our hearts, souls, and wallets into the car for 5 months.  When we had finished the car was magnificent, it had no body lean what soever and smelled like a jet plane was idling next to you when you started it.  Me and my dad would joke that it burned a new hole in the atmosphere when you started it.  Not much to look at, my friends were not very car savvy so no one understood the hype.  Finlay when i got the chance to take it onto the street, she was more than cocky.  It was like driving on rails.  Gear shifts like fluid motion,  cornering was mind-boggling, and I could throw a four hundred pound man through the windshield with the giant breaks on that thing.  People laughed when i stopped at lights next to them on the streets because of the engine power the car would wiggle while sitting still idling.  It was the best car I had ever had GET ONE.

The man I sadly sold my baby to was a young guy that attends cal-u for college and lives close to  my house.  I get to watch my pride and joy drive by with some inexperienced muscle head banging the gears and riding the clutch.  I wish I had sold it to some one who would have taken care of it.  I used to spend two to three days at a time detailing and tuning it.  Dumping hard earned money into it for horsepower.  It would literally glisten in the sun with its freshly waxed torch paint, and the noise oh the noise.  I once had my neighbor come outside at five thirty in the morning to yell at me for the noise but I had made him wait.  I was in my house waiting for the car to warm up before I went to work that winter morning.  We have never talked since but its not my cars fault hes not an inthuisiest