Jon felt a commotion all around him and looked down to see a muscled torso with bulging pecs and thick biceps on his arms. Now this was more like it, Jon thought, I must be a football player or something.
He looked up just as someone came over to zip up the jumpsuit Jon realized he had been wearing from the waist down. Another man put a helmet on his head and before Jon knew it, he was being ushered over to a car. "Hop in, Carl," one of the men said with a southern drawl. "It's go time."
Jon then realized that he wasn't a football player, he was a stock car driver. He instinctively climbed through the window of the red car and he was quickly strapped in tight, unable to move much except his arms on the steering wheel by the time the pit crew strapped the netting over the open window.
Jon followed the car in front of him out onto the track. Well here we go, Jon thought, this should be more interesting than racing go-karts down at the fun center.
The cars took a couple of slow laps around the track to get in order. "Let's show 'em what this car can do," Jon heard a voice in his helmet say over the radio.
The green flag dropped and Jon slammed his foot on the gas. The car took off faster than anything Jon had ever been in as the momentum pushed him back into the seat. Coming around the first turn, Jon felt the centrifugal force pulling him over to the right then releasing him again as he hit the straightaway.
Jon looked down at the speedometer. 150 miles an hour! Jon was scared to death as the walls flew by, but he found that he was able to deftly maneuver the car around the track. He had never even driven a stick shift before, but the clutch seemed as natural to him as if he had done it all his life.
Suddenly, a car in front of him started to spin out, sending a cloud of smoke over the track. Jon screamed as he blindly ripped through the smoke at 100 miles an hour before safely emerging on the other side.
His heart was racing as he cruised along, trying to pass the car in front of him, but seeing every effort thwarted. After a few laps, Jon felt like he was in a pretty good rhythm, but he was already getting hot and sweaty as his jumpsuit was rather itchy and he couldn't move at all to get in a more comfortbale position.
Jon had enough of this for one day, he was ready to get out. He saw another car crash into the wall behind him and began to worry. What happened if he got hurt in this body? And how could he get home? He and Karyn had never figured out how they ended up back in their own bodies when he had become a cheerleader.
"Ten laps down, looking good," said the voice of the radio in Jon's helmet.
Oh no, Jon thought, I have three more hours of this!
