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THE TEAM THAT WORKS

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My family is the old-fashioned type. My dad wakes up at four in the morning every day and works until eight at night. Growing up, I was taught that you can be anything that you want to be, as long as you work hard.

Over the last two years, the truth to this has become evident for me. My father owns a small auto racing team. Our budget is about $100,000 compared to our competitors $700,000-2,000,000 budget. There is absolutely no reason why we should even be a factor.

That part is true. We are not just a factor. We are one of the top teams in the country.

We are not just one of the top teams in the country because of money, we are because we work more than anyone else.

The Day

It was the day of the biggest event of the season. We won the night before, but tonight was a new night. More importantly, it paid $50,000 to win.

Something was off all week in the shop. The atmosphere was tense; everyone was excited and edgy. We wanted it so bad, and we knew we had a shot.

At the track, everything was normal. We’ve done this a thousand times before. Today wasn’t any different. It was just another race.

Some of the supplies had to be moved into the infield for the race. We can’t afford a golf cart to store everything so we have to carry it all.

One of my favorite parts of racing is that it is a family sport. On one of the biggest nights of the year, that held water. One of the competitors made space on their equipment to help us. That’s not something that you see in any other sport.

It’s hilarious how some things are so vivid. One lap takes 20 seconds. Nonetheless, that last minute felt like it took an eternity. On the other hand, those last 20 seconds were the quietest 20 seconds of my life. That’s definitely impossible considering race cars seem to be louder than New York City on New Year’s Eve, but all that was blurred out.

It was so hard to breathe, it felt like my chest was being crushed. There was dirt everywhere, and I was balancing on a concrete jersey barrier a few yards from the fence trying to see a quarter mile in each direction.

Every time I would look to the left I would see the stage and victory lane. Whenever I looked to the right I would see the last turn where everything finished.

Once everything finished, it wasn’t the most expensive car out on top, or the team who paid their driver the most, or the person who started out front.

It was the team that worked.

 

Name: Kassidy Kreitz
Email: kkreitz99@Gmail.com
AuthorBio: Kassidy is a sophomore in college majoring in business with a love for marketing. She also races cars with hopes of securing a professional career in the field.
Link to social media or website: Instagram @kassidykreitz

Photo by Mitch Rosen on Unsplash

 

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