It’s a weekend night, what are you doing? If I am home there is a really good chance I’m with Brandon and if it’s a Friday or Saturday night during the racing season, there’s an even better chance that we are at the racetrack. Before we started dating, I had never watched or heard much about drag/street racing. It was a whole new world to me. You’re talking about taking a girl who didn’t even know where her spark plugs were in her car before the summer to a race track where the cars are built in detail and tuned even more precisely. It was just a little intimidating. I put on my big girl panties and went anyway. Needless to say, I LOVED it! Fast cars and good company is the only way I can describe it. Although the first time I watched him go down the strip in a round, I was biting my nails because it is really dangerous. I know he loves it, though, he gets so giddy and it’s precious to watch him in his element and really enjoying himself. What girlfriend doesn’t love watching that?
It’s not just important to him but it’s also important to his grandfather and his uncle. It really means a lot to me that the guys have something they do together. If my title didn’t explain it, this is also a family thing. He’s a third generation racer and I’ve accepted the “burden” (it’s not a burden if you love it too) of being involved in his racing life. Whether it involves getting him a water or Gatorade after a pass or running to the strip to watch him race the next round, I love every second of it. Supporting him while he does his thing is important to me. I want to be there every step of the way and I’ve learned so much from being with him. Vehicles are something I never really understood but after being around them so much I’ve picked up a lot of useful information.
So I’ll watch him race as long as I can and enjoy every second of it. There’s nothing like nights spent at the racetrack. The loud engines zooming past and the smell of fuel just make me smile. (The fumes might be a little strong…) We’ve already created so many memories there and I can’t wait to make more. He’s my boyfriend, my best friend, and my favorite racer all in one. The nights spent watching him prep his car before the next round and speeding down the track will always be remembered. There’s nothing like dating a racer. If he can handle a car going over one hundred miles per hour, I will always trust him to drive my car or any vehicle with me in it. Being a racer also taught him about being a hard worker which is something not every guy understands in our generation. If they don’t have rough hands and can’t grow facial hair, they aren’t a man. Don’t waste your time with little boys, date a racer.
