Once we arrive back at the motorhome it's 10:00 pm which means it's time for bed, so we get our suitcases from the car and I put my pjs on in the bathroom of the motorhome.
My dad and my I get to sleep on the bunk above the seats, I fall asleep, but it doesn't last long because of the amount of excitement I have.
Its currently 3 am and I lay there awake staring at the ceiling, my mind is racing with thoughts of the race that will happen in less than 12 hours. My dad wakes up also, but 5 minutes later I go drift back to sleep.
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My first race
Non-FictionThis story is about attending my very first NASCAR race, which was at Dover International Speedway on September 28th, 2014. I didn't know what was going to happen over the course of the 2 days I was at the track, but little did I know that those wo...
