The Big Race

I’m ready for the race of my life. It’ll be fast, but I’m faster. It’ll be tough, but I’m tougher. It’ll be insane, but I lost my mind several years ago. For two hours I’ll be driving from Brisbane to Brigalow, with a checkpoint in Toowoomba. Auto electrical shops will be happy, given how beat up our cars are going to be at the end of the race. It’ll be worth it for the prize money of $100,000 and a free game of bowling.

There’s going to be a hundred of us, at least, all driving along those highways. The roads have been cleared. At least, I hope they have. That would be interesting if we had to weave between oncoming traffic. I’ll back my skills to get me through if that’s the case. It might end up being more of a competition to see who is the last one driving, rather than a real race, but I can handle that. For a free game of bowling, I’d do anything.

As soon as I get my car fine-tuned at the auto mechanic, I’ll be off to the starting line. The race doesn’t start for three more days, but I want to be early. If I get a good spot, I’ll be at the front of the pack when the race begins. 

I can’t stop thinking about what I’d do with all that prize money. A lot of it will have to go to my repairs, because I don’t expect to get out of this race unscathed, but there will still be tens of thousands left. First I’ll go and play my free game of bowling, and probably buy all the food they have for sale. After that, I’m not really sure. Play some mini-golf, maybe. Buy an album of my favourite band and some video games. What more would I need? Nothing, that’s what. I wonder if nothing comes in packs of three.