Collision

Dark dress with white polka dots, red sash around her waist, matching red heels. Her hair up and to the left with a red rose resting behind the right ear. White gloves outstretched overhead waving a black and white checkered flag. Can you picture her? She's standing between a pair of dueling pistoleros. One red, one blue. Both out for glory. Eyes peeled on the road ahead. Fierce grip on the wheel. She offers each driver a wink as her arms begin to raise. It's almost time. Tension is high. Motors roaring, fans cheering, drivers at the ready. Her hands are up as each driver takes one last look at his competition. Fear is not allowed. They are ready. With a twist of her hips, she drops the flag. Front tires off the ground. Gone in a flash. Everyone standing to join her. Hoots for red, whistles for blue. Elvis on the radio. The race is done. The finish flag is in the air. She removes her sash and waves it in the air. It's time for round two.

Can you picture her?