Dwarf cars are fun to drive. You don’t have a lot of cars to race, so there are barely any crashes. You can race on any track as long as it’s dirt. I raced at Ventura because my cousin, Big A was too nervous.
Racing is fun. I like kicking up a lot of dust.
My Grampie built my dwarf car for my cousin, Big A, but it is too small for him. My other cousin, Little A, doesn’t know how to drive it. We all share one car because my Grampie had throat cancer and died too early. He was only 50 years old. He only had time to finish one car. It was cool going racing because there were lots of people watching you and taking pictures. I didn’t race all of the time. Most of the time I watched my dad race. My dad always came in second. He was good, but not as good as my Grampie. My Grampie raced for a long time. I liked watching him. He had a lot of big trophies. At my Grampie’s funeral, they had a dwarf car on the stage – they had his fire-proof racing suit too. The funeral was fun and sad. It’s sad not having Grampie around. I miss him.