"A day at the track" Descriptive essay

I don't know what it is about racing, but I really enjoy going to the track. The

combination of all the cars racing, the smell of the smoking tires in the burn out lane, and

the adrenaline that flows through your body as the cars line up just does it for me.

Watching the cars going down the quarter mile of black pavement at a high rate of speed

simply amazes me.

There are so many different cars at the track racing. From a 1970 Chevelle to a

brand new 2003 Corvette, and sometimes if your lucky there is a full blown dragster there

qualifying for a big race coming up. I really like walking up and down the staging lanes

looking at all the cars with their gleaming paint jobs and their black, super wide drag

racing slicks. Some of the motors in these cars are simply magnificent. They're all chromed

up and so clean that you can eat off of them. Just looking at one of these bad boys isn't as

much fun as actually seeing them taking off down the track. I can't imagine what it would

be like to be inside one of them when racing.

The next best thing is the burn out. It's so cool to see the cars that you just looked

at come up and do a burn out. The best part is when a car does its burn out and the pale

white billowing smoke virtually makes the car disappear. The more smoke there is the

better it is. Doing a burn out serves more of a purpose than a show of smoke. It heats up

the tires to the point that it sticks to the pavement giving it unbelievable traction for the

launch off the line.

When a car is done doing its burn out it comes up to the starting line. The

adrenaline really starts pumping at this point. The car lines up and gets ready for the green

light so they can go. No one, not even the driver knows when this light is going to light

up. This just adds to the excitement of the race. The driver of the car starts revving the

engine and then when the light turns green he takes of like a bat out of hell down the

quarter mile. You know who won by