2 Wheels, 2 Drumsticks and Us, chapter 1
Knock, knock knock!
"OK! Ok I'm coming" I yelled grabbing my helmet and ran out of my motorhome, locking it as I went. I hopped onto my pit scooter and sped towards the garage, helmet in my hand. As I arrived one of my engineers came out of the garage and waved at me with his oily hands. "Hi Simon!" I greeted while smiling.
"You better get out there, we've got 5 minuets" He replied serously.
"Yeah, wish me luck!" I said, I high fived him and wheeled my bike to the startline. Right on que, there she was, WHY oh why do I have to have a brolly dolly? I'm not a man. The engineers followed me out to the start line, my heart already racing. I was on pole position, my first pole position. I looked over to the 2nd position, Shane Byrne, my team mate and fellow Brit. He smiled.
"Good luck!" He wished and smiled.
"You too!".
The brolly dollys left as did the engineers and the warm up lap began. I relaxed and cruised around my favourite track. The usual song came into my head as I leaned around the corners, 'Who wrote houlden caulfied' by green day, My fav band in the world. Here we go, back to the grid, my heart's racing now!
I was taking the old hall when I spoted none other than Tré Cool In the audience.
"Shit!" I exclaimed as I lost control of the front of the bike and came of. All that I saw was sky, ground, sky, grass, sky, marshalls. I couldent get up but I removed my helmet to see that I landed on old hall corner.
"you ok?" asked one of the marshals as the others picked up my bike.
"Nope" I sighed, still in shock. The kind marshal helped me up and helped me walk to the barrier. "My team captain will bollock me for this". I was in FIRST place" I sat down on the barrier looking ashamed at my bike.
"Do you want us to radio for a scooter? or wait for one?" asked another marshal.
"I quite fancie watching the race thanks" I said. "It may relieve the shock a little". I couldent help but to hear the marshals behind me.
"PLease can I see her?".
"Erm.... why?".
"Cus she's my FAAAAV rider, PLEASE?".
"Erm... wait a minuet.... BETHAN?".
"Yeah?" I yelled as my eyes followed Shakey.
"This bloke wants to meet you".
"OK". I turned around, "What? TRE COOL!".
"The one and sertainly only one!".
"Its your fault I came off" I sighed looking down.
"NO IT AINT!".
"Erm... I'm a HUGE fan of yours and I dont normally take much notice of the spectators but I saw you and almost blanked out".
"Oh" he said, "you're gonne sue me arnt you?".
"HELL NO! I thought I'd never meet you, were's Billie joe and Mike".
"One word, Beer stand".
"Thats two words".
"Um.... so! It is now!".
"Whatever". "didnt know you were a motorbike fan".
"I have a mild interest". I looked at him weirdly.
"Whatever".
"Quit saying that" replied Tré.
"Erm.... lemme see...... no".
"Were are you from?".
"I thought you said that you were a fan doofus".
"I am".
"Since when?".
"Since you came off, I didnt know girls were THAT brave to do this sport".
"HEY, HEY, I get enough of that in the pits and the paddocks".
"OK".
"What do you want?".
"WHAT? I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING".
"You're looking very guilty Mr. Cool".
"Ok, Ok... I saw your motor home... well, Billie did and...".
"Get to the point".
"Can we stay the night in it?".
"WHAT?".
"Please".
"Ok".
"YAY!".
"BUT, It means that you've gotta clean up after yourselves AND for how long".
"Dont mind, we just felt like gaining some friends".
"What friends? My friends dont travel with me, I wish they could but they have jobs and money".
"You must have a lot of money to have that motor home".
"It took me 4 years and christmas money to get it".
"Oh".
"Well get the other two and help me to the pits please". I said grabbing my helmet and feeling slightly sorry for my bike. Tré dissapeared for a few moments. Then came back. "OK! Mike, Tré help me walk, Billie joe, carry theese" I said passing him my gloves and helmet over the marshal's emergency gate. I maneged to haul myself up. "You know what!?! I'll be ok" I said regaining my sence of direction.
"OK" replied a relieved Mike.
"OK! Ok I'm coming" I yelled grabbing my helmet and ran out of my motorhome, locking it as I went. I hopped onto my pit scooter and sped towards the garage, helmet in my hand. As I arrived one of my engineers came out of the garage and waved at me with his oily hands. "Hi Simon!" I greeted while smiling.
"You better get out there, we've got 5 minuets" He replied serously.
"Yeah, wish me luck!" I said, I high fived him and wheeled my bike to the startline. Right on que, there she was, WHY oh why do I have to have a brolly dolly? I'm not a man. The engineers followed me out to the start line, my heart already racing. I was on pole position, my first pole position. I looked over to the 2nd position, Shane Byrne, my team mate and fellow Brit. He smiled.
"Good luck!" He wished and smiled.
"You too!".
The brolly dollys left as did the engineers and the warm up lap began. I relaxed and cruised around my favourite track. The usual song came into my head as I leaned around the corners, 'Who wrote houlden caulfied' by green day, My fav band in the world. Here we go, back to the grid, my heart's racing now!
I was taking the old hall when I spoted none other than Tré Cool In the audience.
"Shit!" I exclaimed as I lost control of the front of the bike and came of. All that I saw was sky, ground, sky, grass, sky, marshalls. I couldent get up but I removed my helmet to see that I landed on old hall corner.
"you ok?" asked one of the marshals as the others picked up my bike.
"Nope" I sighed, still in shock. The kind marshal helped me up and helped me walk to the barrier. "My team captain will bollock me for this". I was in FIRST place" I sat down on the barrier looking ashamed at my bike.
"Do you want us to radio for a scooter? or wait for one?" asked another marshal.
"I quite fancie watching the race thanks" I said. "It may relieve the shock a little". I couldent help but to hear the marshals behind me.
"PLease can I see her?".
"Erm.... why?".
"Cus she's my FAAAAV rider, PLEASE?".
"Erm... wait a minuet.... BETHAN?".
"Yeah?" I yelled as my eyes followed Shakey.
"This bloke wants to meet you".
"OK". I turned around, "What? TRE COOL!".
"The one and sertainly only one!".
"Its your fault I came off" I sighed looking down.
"NO IT AINT!".
"Erm... I'm a HUGE fan of yours and I dont normally take much notice of the spectators but I saw you and almost blanked out".
"Oh" he said, "you're gonne sue me arnt you?".
"HELL NO! I thought I'd never meet you, were's Billie joe and Mike".
"One word, Beer stand".
"Thats two words".
"Um.... so! It is now!".
"Whatever". "didnt know you were a motorbike fan".
"I have a mild interest". I looked at him weirdly.
"Whatever".
"Quit saying that" replied Tré.
"Erm.... lemme see...... no".
"Were are you from?".
"I thought you said that you were a fan doofus".
"I am".
"Since when?".
"Since you came off, I didnt know girls were THAT brave to do this sport".
"HEY, HEY, I get enough of that in the pits and the paddocks".
"OK".
"What do you want?".
"WHAT? I DIDNT SAY ANYTHING".
"You're looking very guilty Mr. Cool".
"Ok, Ok... I saw your motor home... well, Billie did and...".
"Get to the point".
"Can we stay the night in it?".
"WHAT?".
"Please".
"Ok".
"YAY!".
"BUT, It means that you've gotta clean up after yourselves AND for how long".
"Dont mind, we just felt like gaining some friends".
"What friends? My friends dont travel with me, I wish they could but they have jobs and money".
"You must have a lot of money to have that motor home".
"It took me 4 years and christmas money to get it".
"Oh".
"Well get the other two and help me to the pits please". I said grabbing my helmet and feeling slightly sorry for my bike. Tré dissapeared for a few moments. Then came back. "OK! Mike, Tré help me walk, Billie joe, carry theese" I said passing him my gloves and helmet over the marshal's emergency gate. I maneged to haul myself up. "You know what!?! I'll be ok" I said regaining my sence of direction.
"OK" replied a relieved Mike.
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