2 Wheels, 2 Drumsticks and Us, chapter 3
The four of us beat the traffic out of Oulton park and beat all the crew down to Donington. We had to wait 4 hours for the officials to open the place up. Mike parked the motor home in a great place and we all got out.
"Ah! My second favourite track!" I yawned. "I better see Doctor costa later though cus this leg is pissing me right off!" I laughed, so did Billie.
"Its great that you can laugh at yourself like that" Said Mike locking up and passing me the keys.
"Nope, I'm really sensitive" I looked down as we walked to the paddocks. I saw Simon allready messing around with my bike. "OI, can you get me three pit passes?".
"MY NAME IS NOT OI!".
"So, can you get them for me?".
"Yeah."
"Thanks Simon!". I walked back out the garage. "I'm getting you three passes, so you can wander round more".
"Cool, do you really think thats a good idea with Tré?" wondered Billie joe.
"Hmm... He'll be ok, just as long as he doesnt pester the mecanics and engineers, exept Simon, he wont mind".
"See! SOMEONE believes in me!" pointed Tré proudly.
"Aww, poor Tré, only one person believes in him! aww!".
"Shuddup!".
"Hmmm! What day is it?" I asked to anyone that was listerning.
"Monday" answered Mike.
"Yes! I have nothing to do today!" I said.
"But didnt you say that you had to pay that doctor a visit?" remembered Billie joe.
"Dammit!" I cursed. "Can I trust you with my motor home for about an hour?".
"Yeah! No problem, but we may have to tie Tré up somewere" joked Billie whilst lokking at Tré and smiling evily.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" cried Tré as he pretended to cry. We all laughed and arrived back at the motor home.
"Ok, there's some food in that fridge but dont pig out on it, if you need the loo, go to the one across the field, ok?" I ordered. They all nodded and made themselves at home. "good, I'm off!". I hobbled over to Doctor costa's porta-clinic. I stepped in and The Doctor welcomed me and examined my leg.
"Well," Oh dear, here's the verdict, "You have a fractured leg in 3 places".
"No racing?".
"No racing" He said seriously. "Go home, You wont be ok 'till next season".
"Ok, Thanks Doctor, see you next time I kill myself!" I allways said that to him when I saw him. Next I went to see my bosses and they looked pretty pissed off. Normal.
-Motor home-
Tré sighed, "do you like Bethan?".
"Yeah, she's cool" mumbbled mike and Billie joe at the same time. "you?".
"Yeah, she's different". silence, the two young men stared at Tré confuesed.
"Tré, do you like Bethan?" asked Billie with a smilie on his face. Tré sighed loudly.
"I confess". The door oepened.
***
I went back to my motor home and sighed as I steped in. "I'm home guys!"I sighed. They were watching T.V on my laptop and turned around at the same time. "I'm not allowed to race the rest of the season". "Are you guys coming home with me?".
"HELL YEAH!" they screamed.
"Ah! My second favourite track!" I yawned. "I better see Doctor costa later though cus this leg is pissing me right off!" I laughed, so did Billie.
"Its great that you can laugh at yourself like that" Said Mike locking up and passing me the keys.
"Nope, I'm really sensitive" I looked down as we walked to the paddocks. I saw Simon allready messing around with my bike. "OI, can you get me three pit passes?".
"MY NAME IS NOT OI!".
"So, can you get them for me?".
"Yeah."
"Thanks Simon!". I walked back out the garage. "I'm getting you three passes, so you can wander round more".
"Cool, do you really think thats a good idea with Tré?" wondered Billie joe.
"Hmm... He'll be ok, just as long as he doesnt pester the mecanics and engineers, exept Simon, he wont mind".
"See! SOMEONE believes in me!" pointed Tré proudly.
"Aww, poor Tré, only one person believes in him! aww!".
"Shuddup!".
"Hmmm! What day is it?" I asked to anyone that was listerning.
"Monday" answered Mike.
"Yes! I have nothing to do today!" I said.
"But didnt you say that you had to pay that doctor a visit?" remembered Billie joe.
"Dammit!" I cursed. "Can I trust you with my motor home for about an hour?".
"Yeah! No problem, but we may have to tie Tré up somewere" joked Billie whilst lokking at Tré and smiling evily.
"NOOOOOOOOOO!" cried Tré as he pretended to cry. We all laughed and arrived back at the motor home.
"Ok, there's some food in that fridge but dont pig out on it, if you need the loo, go to the one across the field, ok?" I ordered. They all nodded and made themselves at home. "good, I'm off!". I hobbled over to Doctor costa's porta-clinic. I stepped in and The Doctor welcomed me and examined my leg.
"Well," Oh dear, here's the verdict, "You have a fractured leg in 3 places".
"No racing?".
"No racing" He said seriously. "Go home, You wont be ok 'till next season".
"Ok, Thanks Doctor, see you next time I kill myself!" I allways said that to him when I saw him. Next I went to see my bosses and they looked pretty pissed off. Normal.
-Motor home-
Tré sighed, "do you like Bethan?".
"Yeah, she's cool" mumbbled mike and Billie joe at the same time. "you?".
"Yeah, she's different". silence, the two young men stared at Tré confuesed.
"Tré, do you like Bethan?" asked Billie with a smilie on his face. Tré sighed loudly.
"I confess". The door oepened.
***
I went back to my motor home and sighed as I steped in. "I'm home guys!"I sighed. They were watching T.V on my laptop and turned around at the same time. "I'm not allowed to race the rest of the season". "Are you guys coming home with me?".
"HELL YEAH!" they screamed.
