Join the new world

Day 1,054 of the New World

All my eLife, I've been on the hunt for a few hundredths of a second. It is all I know. My focus has always been: Look ahead, go faster, just drive and push the metal to the pedal. I never stopped, I do not slow down and there is no going back. Yet for the past month or so, even with all the preparation for this race, my mind tells me to rewind. To tell the story in slow-mo. Perhaps, maybe I could recall the details of not being a driver.

The time when I was actually fighting for something--


Or someone.

Glory was on my mind back then, and yes to some degree it still is.


I wasn't a one-man army when I fight for God, Gold and Glory but sure was pretty close.

The memories of my father- his teachings, our experiences together and the fact that as Father & Son- we were unstoppable- all haunted me. I wish I could turn back the time when things were so so simple and so innocent.


I missed the one that brought me into this world and showed me what a man trully is

It had been awhile since I've been with my Juneau G6 crew. It is boring without them and I don't know where they are or where they've been. It is as if I'm starting new again. Like a refugee in my own country.


Oh brothers, were art thou?

It is an agony to see them doubt me. I am not sleeping. I am barely eating. I should be racing, but this is the West Alaskan race.


I am MacGruber and I race to the finish line.

Sure, it is not sponsored by the government but they're busy doing other things. With each passing second, the anticipation drags on,I realize how much my family and I have sacrificed in the name of this race- the time, the money, the heart-pumping training to show my dedication and determination. I quickly come to realize that it could all be taken from me, from us, in an instant.

Worst of all, the scrabbing nightmare of Resistance wars continues in motion like the days of our lives.

The car that I was driving before is a banged up old car. And this banging is not in the good way. The paint is deteriorating and there was no one to sponsor me. Fortunately, Pepsi-Cola needed a tool to advertise their product and they couldn't find a better tool than me. Open-wheel cars were assembled with the suspension on the side and the engine supporting the structure immediately even while the ink has not dried yet. For the maximum performance potential, an open-wheel car needed to be stiff and inflexible and that was what I was given to drive. The newer cars used unbendable carbon fiber to build the chassis, but since we're staying on budget, our chassis is older and made of an aluminum honeycomb structure. There are rivets in the middle, attaching the engine to the body.

Sure, before the race we have issues with the car. It felt loose and unstable. No matter how hard I push, I cannot qualify any higher than 70 or 80 miles per hour. I was frustrated then but now I am in control. I reminded myself of the racing strategy we thought of for weeks. And it is about to be unleashed.

It is I who is about to unleash it...

(to be continued)