Bobby drafted suicidally behind Ricky as they screamed out of the turn.
Hitting turbulence, Ricky buffeted out of the groove.
There was … contact.
Bobby spun once; rubber left the ground.
This post is part of the BlogShorts challenge. June 2011 – 30 stories – 30 words – 30 days.
If you left the driving to the ladies this would never have happened… speed kills… did anyone check that guy for opients???
Bobby and/or Ricky may very well be ladies! 🙂
I think opiate checks before races are pretty standard now.
Heh. Thanks. I had a little fun with that bit.
I loved the words you chose for this – they definitely convey the sense of movement and the sounds involved.
Thanks! I kind of liked how this one turned out.
Like MT, I love the Ricky Bobby nod! 🙂 Good one.
I was asking myself, “What are good names for race car drivers?” Then I realized someone else had already done their homework on that. 🙂