a suicide mission OR (i was a go-kart virgin and i entered a freaking endurance race)

Walking into the sunset...

I've never go-kart before. Ever.

So when Hana asked if I wanna go "become a spectator" at a Srikandi STF-organized endurance race in Shah Alam, I said yes. Cuz it was Sunday and I had nothing better to do. (Damn you people, next time you want to ask me out on a date ask la on a Sunday!!!).

It turned out there were no Srikandis in sight when we arrived at the circuit, except for Kak Mars who's the organizer. The rest of the participants are hardcore racers with their racing gears on. Most of them are from Telekom. Oh gosh. They spoke go kart. They looked so F1, so.... PROFESSIONAL!

We had to race with people dressed in THESE. Takut tak????

I was QUIETLY panicking. We said our hi's and hello's then Hana was asked, "Who's gonna race for your team?" I gulped. Hana double gulped. Out of guilt and school pride and just sheer stupidity, we enlisted our names under the Srikandi team. And we listed Fin's name as well.

Ya ampun...I almost wet my pants. I was scared sh*tless. Can you tell?

When Fin came about 10 minutes later, she gave me such a dirty look I seriously thought she was gonna betch-slap me till I die. Fin whispered to me, "Wei, Hana kata MAIN go kart kat aku tadi, bukan RACE go kart!" I shrugged - gesticulating that I didn't know a damn thing about this. Fin was NOT impressed.

"It's OK, you won't flip over. The worst that can happen is that you'll spin a few times, fall out of your kart and somebody runs over your head. Cheers, mate!"

It was an endurance race, each of us had 15 minutes - and since Hana was the slowest during practice, we strategized a bit and decided she should have the least time on the track. When the green flag goes up she's supposed to come out immediately. Which she didn't.

We were such losers (literally) - during briefing our faces looked like they were drained out of blood. We kept on fidgeting and wondering what the heck is going to happen to us on the race track.

As soon as the race was flagged off, I floored the throttle (well not really floored la...), I tried to take every corner like the pro that I was, remembering my madwoman driving skills at the NPE, moving my body in unison with the kart at every turn, I was moving at the speed of sound. Or so I thought.

In the end, as expected, we came out last.

Dapat goodie bag pun jadilah...

But most importantly, we lost ever so gracefully. We did it with ParisHilton-like class - what with Fin dropping her scrunchie while racing, Hana in her pink outfit and me getting caught wanting to SMS right before the race was flagged off. Bangang!

Next year, our mission is a podium finish!

And the Champion handed over his winning trophy to us - because I seriously think he pitied us too much for making such fools out of ourselves. But cute fools, nonetheless.

Amused? More pics of us monkeying around at my Multiply and Facebook.