<div class="floatleft">(http://www.ahfashion.com/products_pictures/white-suit2s.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;"><span class="bbc_u">Pietro Uno</span></span><br/><span class="bbc_u">Starting Line</span>-<br/><span class="bbc_u">May 9th,2006. 9:59</span>-<br/><span class="bbc_u">Race</span>-<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Pietro let go of the events previous to the race and gripped the steering wheel, a wave of calmness washed over him as he looked at the road ahead, that was brief and it gave way to an increasing excitement. If people knew the way his mind worked during races they would probably be concerned for his safety. He lived for the risk he felt when he was driving and while winning or losing wasn't for him a matter of life and death with the way he drove it seemed like that would be the case.<br/><br/>He touched the roof of his mouth with his tongue and looked at the cars at the sides of him, nothing else existed at that moment other than the cars and the road, briefly he wondered how long the rush from the race would last him but he quickly pushed that thought away knowing he should focus in the present and enjoy the race for that it could give him.