“One more piece,” I whisper to myself as I attach the last gluey glob of Kinex to the so-called “racecar.” As I carefully place the Kinex on my bureau to dry overnight I notice my alarm clock . . . 4 a.m. I nearly bust into tears when I realized I had to get up at 6 a.m. I stumbled over to my bed, and as I went to lie down, I fell asleep before I landed on the pillow.

A horn sound enveloped my mind. My eyes opened and I was at my school. Was it a nightmare? No, that was the meeting place for the solar care race trip.

“What th?” my parent cut off my voice.

“Well are you going to meet your friend or not?” questioned my mom. I asked what had happened, he explained that I grabbed my car and was asleep once I was buckled. I cracked the window for a cool, but refreshing breeze. I said my farewells and approached Patrick who was on the sidewalk wearing an amused smirk across his face.

“Good to see you too,” I said. A yawn escaped me as I stretched and blinked a couple of times.

“Here comes Mrs. Duguay,” Patrick murmured to me as she slipped her car into the spot my dad was parked earlier. Next came Abby White and Zak Donnel brought up the rear.

“Bus!” one of us yelled as a yellow blue slowed in front of us. We climbed into bus fumbling with seat decision and choosing the back four seats as ours. As the bus started rolling away from the massive school we started inspecting each other’s vehicles, Zak’s was long, slender and looked like Daytona 500 car that was just stretched length wise, the jet black color went well with its white lettering on the spoiler. Our car, Abby, Patrick and mine, also looked like a Daytona 500 car except it was around ten different colors.

The Junior Solar Sprint was being held at owls Head Transportation Museum. After, we went into a structure beside the museum. We went to get our cars registered, get our racing numbers, and get to put eye hooks in our car, (for fishing line to be put through it, this kept the car from going crooked and crashing into other’s cars.) We waited for our car numbers to be called so we could go race; ours was 49.

“Car numbers 42, 43, 49, 50, 51 please bring your cars up to start the race,” the announcer bellowed over the immense crowd of people. I hooked our car up to the fishing line, holding our solar powered car’s power switch on off.

“Ready. Set. Go!” hollered into his megaphone. I released the car, which sat there for a second and lurched forward, but only a couple of inches. I stared in horror inspecting the car to make sure anything hadn’t malfunctioned. Nope. I looked up to see that first and second place people had already finished the race, where was the third place car though? Then I looked over, the other car hadn’t budged and my car had so that put me in third place. Yes!

I scooped up the car and brought it to the repair station. After closer inspection and help from the man that was running the repair station we found the problem. The gears were the same size so they would not move. We rebuilt our car with a small piece of balsa wood, a soda can, (empty of course) and engine, and a Kinex tire. This time it ran. our second race was upon us before we knew it. I attached it to the safety wire, ready set go to announcer yelped for a second time. Our second car soared down the track and it scored us fourth place for that race. When I saw what we had made in less than ten minutes work that well, I felt as if we had won the Olympics!

Imagine what w as going to happen when we had the whole summer plus the school year to improve our car. After the awards for innovation, fastest car, kids choice, and engineering we went out side got a lunch of pizza slices and ice cream. I looked around. I noticed the museum and remembered, now was the tour of the museum.