The alarm goes off.
My clock reads 4:30.
My eyes struggle to open as I am still dazed as to why I am waking up
so early on a Sunday morning.
I glance around;
there is a helmet, a tire pressure gauge, and my pair of cheap driving shoes
waiting to be slipped on. Next to me, my car keys patiently wait for me to grab them and go.
What is this all for? But of course, nothing else but an autocross.
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