Svět motorů...
Včera mě Pytlák vytáh na kolo. No já nevim, asi to neměl dělat. Po pár metrech začal skuhrat, že ho bolej nožičky, má naklepanej zadek a vůbec, funěl jak parní lokomotiva...
Ale...
Dojeli jsme až na tankodrom a tam byl strejda Frankie! Hej, pic! Toho jsem neviděl už pěkně dlouho...
Byl tu s kamarádama a honili se na okruhu s autama. Pěkně nadupanejma, některý byly i závodní speciály. Super, moh jsem si je i zblízka prohlídnout. A pak jsme chodili kolem dráhy, sledovali a fotili. Teda, ty kluci jsou snad ještě větší borci, než piloti...
No, nejsou, já vim. Ale na tý ouzký dráze s těma kárama pěkně svištěli, až se jim od gum kouřilo. A dokonce i občas lítali...
Pytlák took me out for a bike ride yesterday. Well, I don't know, I guess he shouldn't have done it. After a few meters he started whining that his legs hurt, his butt was pounded and he was breathing like a steam locomotive...
But...
We got to the tankodrom and there was uncle Frankie! Hey! I haven't seen him for a long time...
He was there with some friends and they were chasing cars on the circuit. Pretty juiced up, some of them were racing specials. Great, I was able to see them up close. And then we walked around the track, watched and took pictures. I mean, those guys are probably even greater guys than pilots...
Well, they're not, I know. But on that narrow track, they were whizzing around with those cars until their tires were smoking. And they even flew sometimes...