RRaaaarr!!!
Bank robber Bob was always particular about putting on his glasses after his balaclava so that they would not get smudged.
So today D wanna challenge me to go kart race. I say come la! See who scared who. So we go to the go kart place. The 'circuit' is damn small. But its damn pro. Got starting grid, got pit lane, and even got starting lights that go red, amber and then green.
So anyway, first they give us balaclavas. I thought wah lan eh siao, why need to wear balaclavas? So pro meh? Five minutes later I got the answer... We gotta wear this 'protective' clothing which essentially consists of an oversized jacket with the worse possible colour combinations (seriously, its like they went to a tailor and specially asked for kok cloth colours), a plastic helmet to protect your hair from the sun, and blue durian gloves. The balaclava is actually used to prevent the leftover dandruff from the previous person using the helmet from touching your head. Also, it is used for shielding your nose from the smelly sweat smell from the jacket, which I can safely say has never ever been washed. Anyway, this is what you look like after wearing all the stuff:
Red With Green Trim Ranger and Light Blue With Yellow Trim Ranger didn't quite make it through Power Ranger School.
So anyway, I cannot lose to D cos she will say I got no lan jiao. So I get into the kart, and the uncle says right pedal is gas, left paddle is brake, and then we're off... And its fucking fun lor. Like I feel like Initial-D like that. Slide my kart into the turn, and then power out of the curve. When you do it right you really feel damn steady. Only the track is so small you go around about 20 times in ten minutes. Until you get dizzy.
But all those nights spent watching MotoGP pay off and I lap D five times. After that she admit that I am champion but next time she'll get me. I say whatever. I still win today. With style somemore:
I really think I have the race instincts lor. Maybe if I go go karting more often, someone will spot me.
