"Hey Joe, hand me the 3/16" socket," I mumbled into the underside of my car. I felt a nudge in my ribs as my friend, Joe, handed me the socket I asked for. Matching the ends of the hexagonal shaped socket with the stub on my wrench, I pushed the two together. A loud click signaled the two ends of the socket and wrench fit perfectly. Reluctantly, I went to work tightening the chassis of my …showed first 75 words of 3065 total…

…showed last 75 words of 3065 total…high level of testosterone and ego makes him think that his head was hard enough that he did not need the helmet.         Despite the accident, we both still yearn to return to the track. There is no point in dwelling in fear and stop doing what we both found to be the most enjoyable activity in our lives. Next time, we will be more careful and hopefully we will also pay better attention when racing.