Shayla just called me into the kitchen to read a school writing assignment Shelby had stuffed in her folder. I thought I'd share..

My Favorite Place
By Shelby Winslow

Ahh, the sweet smell of racing fuel, burning tire rubber, and exhaust! Ok, maybe that doesn't smell sweet to you, but it does to me because 70% of the summer I'm in my kart racing! In my heart I feel great wonder, success, failure, and excitement. I can feel hot sticky tires, my leathery steering wheel, my greasy chain, and lots and lots of heat! I taste Gatorade, water, licorice and hotdogs. I can see karts passing, people everywhere, flags, trailers, competitors, and most importantly, the finish line! Lastly, I hear motors running, talking, cheering that goes wild, and announcements. Can you guess my favorite place? It's at the racetrack in Liberty, Missouri!

She forgot to add, Standing on TOP of the podium!

Great job!
Dave

Shelby; you certainly captured the attraction many of us feel for the sport. Good job, I can almost tast the hot dogs now!

Shelby,

Not only are you talented on the track, but you're talented with a pen as well. You did a great job at painting a picture with words! You're right, there's nothing like the smell of Race Fuel!!!!

She also forgot the whimpering of the little boys that she beats to become the CHAMP