Art’s dad use to work at the Plymouth race track. He worked when there was a wreck. He was best friends with the guy that worked there. He asked if he could take Art out on the track next race. He said that Art could.

We went to the racetrack and my dad took me out to the track. It was awesome. Art ran around and the track. Art got like a front row seat at a basketball game but better. The cars were fast and when Art wasn’t in the truck the cars were really loud loud as a crowd at the seahawks stadium. 

Than when it started to get dark someone turned on the big lights. When they turned them on all the bugs started to go to the lights. Art  was having so much fun. Art got bored so Art got Art’s dads ipod and listened to music and watched the race.

Than it happened the first wreck of the race-action. “Art Turn on the lights there is a wreck”said dad.. So I did it was cool because Art  got to get out and help them pick up the trash. The guy was ok but he was mad. There were no more wrecks after that.

Art told Art’s dad Art had a blast. He asked Art if wanted to do it again sometime and Art said yes. So I did it again. The last time I helped them there was a bad wreck and Art couldn’t help because Art’s dad said that Art can’t help because it was dangerous-action. So that was the last day Art  helped them with the wrecks Art was really sad.