Race Qualifying

With the pit crew positions all fill (much like Penelope's orifices were) we could not concentrate on qualifying for the big race. The look her pink car received as it was unloaded from the transport was priceless

"Hey look a wind up car been entered into qualifying!"

"Now see har sir!, I'll have you know that the Compact Pussycat can outrace anything made since the early fifties!" As she walked into view of her fellow drivers, making many heads spin to catch sight of the person behind the voice. Without saying anything more she jumps in and drives to the track entrance.

Revving the engine she warms it waiting for the officials to release her for her time trial. The green light comes on and she off like a flash, most of the drivers on hand whistling at the sound of her car leaving. All eyes are on her as she completes the oval at 256 miles per hour, easily capturing both the pole position and the record for fastest qualifying lap, for session one qualifying.

"Well James how was that as she pulls in to her pit, getting out and unzipping her suit, revealing a pure white tank top that barely cover her chest. Suddenly in the two closest pit to ours the sound of tools dropping and "Damn' renders the air.

"Absolutely perfect Penelope, once more and you own pole position!

"Oh, have we done it in "pole position?"