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| Monster Truck Love |
| by Tania-Anne |
My Dad and I decided to follow our usual tradition of going to the monster truck rally that comes to town every year. All was good I was excited and pumped for my special day with my dad, doing our very own tradition.
My dad made sure we sat close to the front so we could enjoy the action yet still keep our distance for saftey sake
The interesting part is now comming up. I was watching the lawn mower races during the intermission and this guy who drove the #1 mower glanced my way. I thought it strange but didn't make any deal about it. But after the sixth time I started to think He was looking at me. But once again I thought about it and dissmissed it from my mind. After the race my dad went up to get some treats for us. All of the sudden my seat number was called over the speaker, I was to go to meet my party at the lower level of the arena, this meaning where the monster trucks are kept while they are not racing.
So of course I went down to meet what I thought was my dad. The party I was to meet was actually Gus, the #1 lawn mower racer. He wanted to know who I was and if I wanted to go out for coffee after the rally was over. Of course I said yes. That was how we met. Our romantic meeting place amoung the exhaust and dirt. |
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