Page 78 of Trading Paint
I plucked some feathers from my helmet. He laughed pulling some from his.
“Once you get used to the bump, it’s kind of fun.”
I laughed. “Yeah—sure,”
Now that we weren’t out there in that madness, yeah, it could be considered fun.
Holden and Kenny were a good time that night. Old men were always entertaining to me and despite their age, they knew how to have a good time.
Sway and Tommy convinced Kenny that he should ask this girl out that was hanging around our pit. I knew what she was looking for but I wasn’t in the mood tonight. That’s a lie, I was but I didn’t feel the need to be with anyone other than Sway. She was sitting on my lap when Kenny walked up to me looking a little humiliated.
“I saw that going differently in my head.” He said sitting down beside me on a tire.
“Not like you planned huh?”
“Not at all,” he let out a nervous chuckled.
“Come on Kenny, let’s show you a good time.” I said throwing my arm around him and tossing him and Sway another beer. “Nothing ever goes the way you plan with women.”
Dallas turned out to be quite the party animal, as did Kenny and Holden.
This town may have had one strange setup for a track but they all seemed to know how to have a good time. The coolest part was they didn’t make us leave after the race; you could camp in the pits.
I was fairly shit faced by the time I made it to our tents to sleep that night and saw Holden fall over in front of his more than once.
“What happened to you?” I asked Holden who was now lying on this back in the gravel.
“Hell, I don’t know.” He examined his shoes before standing up. “I just adjusted my feet and fell down.”
“Come on old timer, let’s get some sleep.”
“Whoyouscallin’ old timer son?”He slurred brushing dirt from his overalls.
He passed out within minutes of hitting his sleeping bag.
When the chickens from turn two woke us up at four that morning with only two hours sleep, we decided to make our way down to California for the final week of USAC racing.
We ended up choosing to stop off at a hotel to get some sleep but we had to find the hotel first. It seemed getting here wasn’t half the battle, finding our way back to the hotel was.
“What are you doing? I just want to get to the hotel.” I told Sway when she pulled over alongside the road in a questionable mobile home park. She was driving my truck because Alley and Spencer were fighting in the back seat.
Above theirs bickering, she yelled. “I have to pee.”
“Where are you going to go pee at?That person’s house?”I gestured the mobile home with blue tarp on their roof and a sign on their door that said trespassers will be executed.
“Fuck you...I have to pee.”
“Fuck me?”
“Yes...fuck you.” She nodded and then ran for the woods to pee.
Concerned for her safety, I followed her.
She was pulling up her pants when I found. “Don’t run off in the woods like that.”
“Oh stop being so protective,” She said itching her arm. “I’m fine by the way.”
“Why are you itching and did you step in your pee?” I asked helping her over a log as we made our way back to the truck.
