What it means to be a true street racer.

How do you know if your a true street racer?  Well do have a sport compact car? Do you have many after market parts in your engine?  Most people think they are street racers right away when they buy a Honda or any other type of sport compact.  Just having a sport compact does not make you a racer.  Putting a loud muffler on your car does not make you a racer. Even people who think they have their dad's old Mustang or Camaro is not a racer.  All these types of people are just wannabes.  To be a true racer, one must commit to a change of lifestyle. One must turn nocturnal as a bat and be more active at night.  One must have many connections with car part dealers.  A real racer has the instinct of a fox. The racer knows who to race and not to race.  A racer doesn't care how much he bets on his races that he's in.  A racer puts everything on the line when he knows that the time has come for him to either be broke or be rich.  A racer is someone who has the time and patience of a praying mantis. He saves his money, fixes his car to the absolute limit that the car can handle, and races like there is no tomorrow.  A racer puts time and effort into his car to make it absolute perfection.  A real racer doesn't really need to race on the streets.  A real racer doesn't put other's in danger by racing on the streets of a city.  A racer uses his wits and races on the track to prove how fast he really is.  A real racer emerges from the darkness of his garage covered in grease and oil.  "What does it take to be a real racer?" some might ask. Well it's up to the person and their time spent honing their skills making their car better. Having a car with a racing exhaust doesn't make you a racer. It doesn't mean you car is fast. There are many after market things that people can do to their car, but when it comes down to it, they are not a racer till they can accept the reality that they are just the racing scene and not a real racer.

The first day of class.

My first day of class was not the best day in my childhood life.  It was filled with cunfusion as I tried to understand what was going on.  Coing from a minority group and that doesn't have english as it's second laguage can be very tough.  This starts off when I was getting dropped of at school for my first day in kindergarden.  I didn't know what to make of it.  I had never been in a room of different people that I had never seen before.  I would then see somone that was Asian like me.  Luckily he was Hmong too ans we then started talking.  This other boy came to be one of my good friends till this day.  As we talked in class and got to know eachohter, the teacher started walking around the room asking all the kids to sit down and introduce themselves to the class.  Luckily for me the friend I had just made understood and spoke english better then I did so he told me to sit down next to him and he would help me out.  When the teacher would have us read a book or something, I didn't know what they were doing so I would just copy my friend.  The rest of the day I would follow him to lunch and to the bathroom also. It sounds kindof weird, but hey what can I say I had only lived in the states for only a year.  When it was time for us to go home, me and my friend would arrange to hang out sometime later.  Good thing he didn't live too far.  He only lived a few blocks away from me.  Well that pretty much tells the story of my first day of class.

Living a hunters life

The glistening of the rising sun reflects off the dew covered grass. The birds start chirping off in the distance.  You hear rustling behind your ground blind just yards away.  Your heart starts to beat faster as you anticipate a monster Whitetail buck coming out from behind the brush. Seconds, maybe minutes pass by as you anxiously wait for the deer to appear.  Suddenly you see the head  of a buck pop out of the brush just forty yards away from your ground blind. You bring up your bow and prepare to shoot it.  The deer walks closer and closer towards your ground blind.  Next thing you know he's twenty yards away.  You draw back on your bow; aim at his chest and then release.  You hear the pop of the arrow as it enters the deer's body.  It runs off to the right and then your hear the deer crashing to the ground.  Your heart beats with excitement while you wait thirty minutes.  After the time is up you emerge from your blind and you follow the blood trail of the deer.  You follow it for about sixty yards and you see a tannish gray deer lying on the ground.
This is a typical day of success for a deer hunter during bow season.  All the waiting and preparing for the day just to get your first deer of the season. You get a freezer full of meat and a trophy for the wall.