My Life in a Nutshell [Part 1]

Ok. Brace yourself, because this is going to be long if youre bored, you can read this story, or if you just want to know more about me. I wrote this about 2 years ago…

It was an early morning in January of 1991, and the sky was barely lighting the sky with a dim orange. The birds were beginning to chirp quietly outside as the dew started to lift up off of the grass. My soon to be mother and father were sound asleep in their cozy home.

My mother had woken up that morning to prepare my fathers breakfast before he left for work. It was Wednesday the 30th. Soon, my mother yelled for my father to come into the kitchen. “Its time,” she said. “What right now?!” he asked shocked.

Before anyone could say anything else, my father and mother were speeding to get to Torrance Memorial Hospital. They rushed through the emergency waiting room doors and went to the clerk. “My wife is having a baby!” my father told her. “Let me call your doctor. What is his name?” she asked. “Bugelmans. Dr. Bugelmans,” my mom told her. She picked up the phone and spoke briefly with the doctor. “He’ll be right here,” she told them.

Im here,” the doctor yelled while trotting down the hall. He came up to them. “Unfortunately,  youre going to have to have the baby at another hospital, because this one is full. Ill call another hospital to see if they have room.” He quickly picked up the phone, and dialed a number. “Okay,” he told my parents. “Were going to bring her to Inglewood Memorial by ambulance.” “WHAT!!!???” my dad shouted. “She was supposed to have him here!”

So anyway, I was born in Inglewood, and thats how. Now you know. At least, Im sure that these are my parents because there is no way there was a mix up. I was the only white baby in the entire hospital. I was gangster from the start.  See? Just kidding.

So from there on for the next year, I gave my parents hell. I peed on my dad when he was changing my diaper, and I overturned a bowl of Gerber mush on my mom. Yes, I was a brat. But thats okay, it will happen to me one day in the never ending cycle of life.

1992 was when it really started to happen. Cars I mean. My parents decided to take me to the land of monsters. There were very loud, big, fast monsters. But I didnt get it, they were on a lake, but the lake was dry I later learned that these monsters were cars like the Pierce Brothers 2D 1934 Ford zooming down El Mirage. That was the beginning of my addiction. That stuff was scary though. You know when youre 1 years old, sound is freakin magnified in your little ears damned parents did it on purpose to make me cry.

I eventually grew up with professional Moto GP riders like Jean-Michel Bayle, Max Biaggi, and Jean-Philippe Ruggia. They were with me 24/7. Thats what my life was like as a kid. I didnt even realize who they were. Damn. Now 2 of them dont even ride anymore. Oh well, I still stay in touch with them. Actaully, Jean-Michel was the first person to make me hold an object. Pretty cool, huh?

Life was great! Until I turned 4, or course, and the misery of my life came true. My parents gave me a brother. Soon, attention went away from me, and more to him. They still gave me attention, dont get me wrong, but less than before. That was the worst day of my entire 4 years of life.

Anyway, when I was about 5, I was at Torrance Airport to watch the B-52s take off for armed forces day, and something caught my eye on the parking lot. My parents drove me over there to take a look. There was a kid that was about my age, and his dad. They were racing this small, cool car on the parking lot around a bunch of cones in the shape of an oval. I later learned that it was a quarter-midget race car. The dad walked over to me and asked me if I wanted to try driving it. The hell I did!!! I strapped myself in with the Simpson belts and put on the white helmet. I flipped the ignition switch, and the beast inside roared to life. I gassed it down the parking lot, and began to take the turn, with out braking (who needs brakes? It only slows you down). Of course I spun out. But that wasnt the best part. I floored it immediately after, and I burned out. I feel sorry for the guys tires, but hey, I had fun!

Drifting came naturally for me as well. At the same age (if not younger), my parents had bought me a bulldozer. It was like a Tonka toy peddle bulldozer. It was pretty nifty too. Its best feature, was the brake. It was identical to a hand brake you would see in a 240sx, except it didnt have cables or hydraulics. It was simply a single piece of metal, then when you pulled on it, it rubbed on the rear wheels and locked them up. Now we were talking. I screwed around with it as a normal dozer first, but eventually grew tired of it. So I took it to my dads work, where there was a big parking lot.

It was wide open, and perfect to build up speed. So I did When I had reached my top peddling speed, and yanked on that E-brake and turned the wheel like there was no tomorrow. Id drift a little, then spin out of control. See, thats how a lttle kid like me gets his high haha

Well, thats enough for part 1. I think Ill do 5 years in a part, that way it will be even writing. I hope you enjoyed that piece!

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