Description / Observation Paper
"A Day at the Races"
Pulling up in my mom's Corolla, I parked the car way out in the back of the parking field. My adrenaline was already pumping. Even from where I was at, I could hear the roar like the yell of a lion. I put on my shades and got out of the car. Walking with a cool stride, I glided over to the main event. What I saw next was extravagant. It reminded me of fire ants hurrying to do their work. Drivers were strapping in their cars, the crews were checking out the cars, and fans were on the edge of their seats waiting for the green flag…
