August 2, 2006
Ever since that day at the races, headshot Effron, I mean Fastboy, knew he was destined for greatness, in NASCAR. While Craig was ready for NASCAR at a young age, NASCAR wasn't ready for Craig just yet. What I haven't meantioned yet was that Craig had a problem with authority. They say his father was the cause of it all, but others say it was his mother. When parents beat their kids sometimes it works out and sometimes it doesnt. In this case it may have worked out for the best, but so far it hasn't. When Craig was training he hit his pit coach. When one of the guys from the pit was changing his tire he hit him too. He thought it was ok to hit people when they did something he didn't like. Later Craig would learn the hard way that hitting isn't always the best solution. I'm not sure if I agree, but NASCAR sure seemed to agree.
The day was Wednsday. The date was the 25th. The month was October. The year was 1976. The time was now. The time was 8:45 AM actually and the place was Montazuma's Revenge. All the Effron's hated amusement parks especially Craig, but on this lovely Wednsday morning everyone loved rides. They are fast and turny and fun as hell! If only.
That one shiny day was the end of the Effron squad in terms of affinity and humanity all because of the coater ride that became of it and them. The temperature was about 90 degrees and the humidity was about 80 percent. Cold drinks were being served and the fast food was hot and cold. Cotton candy, hot dogs, chips and salsa for everyone. Everyone was satiated foodwise, but excitementwise no one had a thrill. Continue to part 3