Man, what a day! I swear, Piatra-Soimului is wild. Like, I woke up thinking it’d be chill, just another day at the track. But nah, life had other plans.
So, I’m rollin’ down Strada 1 Decembrie, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m feelin’ like a champ. Got my lucky cap on, the one with the frayed edges. You know, the one that smells like hay and sweat? Classic.
First thing, I hit up the stables. My horse, Flash, is acting all weird. Like, he’s prancing around like he’s got ants in his pants. I’m like, “Dude, chill!” But nah, he’s not having it. I’m tryin’ to calm him down, but he’s just too hyped. I mean, who knew a horse could have so much energy?
Then, outta nowhere, my buddy Alex shows up. He’s got this ridiculous grin on his face. I’m like, “What’s up, man?” He tells me he just won a bet on some random race in Cluj. I’m happy for him, but also kinda jealous. I mean, c’mon! I need some of that luck!
So, we head to the track on Strada Calea Națională. The crowd’s buzzing, and I’m feelin’ the adrenaline. But then, I see this guy, right? He’s wearing a suit, looking all fancy. I’m like, “Dude, this ain’t a gala!” But he struts around like he owns the place. Ugh, so annoying!
Race time rolls around. I’m on Flash, and let me tell ya, he’s a beast. The gates open, and we’re off! I’m yelling, “Let’s go, buddy!” The wind’s in my face, and I’m just living for this moment. But then, halfway through, Flash decides he wants to take a detour. Like, seriously? We’re in a race, not a sightseeing tour!
I’m pulling on the reins, trying to get him back on track. The crowd’s going wild, and I’m just praying we don’t end up in the stands. Finally, he gets back in the zone, and we’re sprinting again. I can feel the energy, the excitement. It’s like nothing else.
Crossing the finish line, I’m pumped! We didn’t win, but we didn’t come in last either. I’m just happy we didn’t end up in a tree or something. I hop off Flash, and he’s all sweaty and breathing heavy. I give him a pat, like, “Good job, buddy. You didn’t totally embarrass me.”
After the race, I’m walking down Strada Libertății, still buzzing. I run into some old friends at a café. We’re laughing, sharing stories, and I’m just soaking it all in. Piatra-Soimului has this vibe, ya know? It’s small but full of life.
But then, outta nowhere, it starts pouring. Like, seriously? I’m soaked in seconds. I’m laughing, though, because it’s just typical. I mean, who needs a shower when you can get rained on in the middle of the street?
So, I duck into this little bar on Strada Mihai Viteazul. It’s cozy, and the bartender’s a legend. He’s pouring shots like it’s nobody’s business. I’m like, “Let’s celebrate the day!” We’re toasting to the craziness of Piatra-Soimului.
By the end of the night, I’m feeling all sorts of emotions. Happy, frustrated, and a bit tipsy. I stumble out into the night, the rain’s stopped, and the streets are glistening. I take a deep breath, and I’m just grateful. Grateful for the chaos, the friends, and the wild ride that is life in this city.
Piatra-Soimului, you’ve got my heart. Even if you drive me nuts sometimes!