|Jaden holds of the pack!|
Brad heard from outside the car window and yelled:
"Race the 3/4's!"
"Thanks a lot Brad," the post pubescent voice rang back."
|Race the 3/4s Jaden! says Brad.|
"Stop it," I ordered. "Everything is the same."
Launching a bazooka and holding it for long enough to lap the field, or at least make a selection is a tall challenge.
|Lsst lap. He has been away 11.|
|Iron Man is in hot Pursuit!|
When the race was over, Jaden came off quick in total exhaustion.
I ran over to him and exclaimed, "did you ever imagine you could do something like that?"
"I get it," he coughed out.
|Field is shattered|
|No one has a wheel.|