It was a great evening with fantastic weather that allowed Chrissy and the Professor to expand their normal warm hospitality to include Hot Dogs and Beans on the veranda (driveway). We had 16 racers ready to do battle on one of my favorite tracks. From there the evening went rapidly down hill for me (too much or not enough beer). Obviously this is a story that repeats itself each week. We had a couple more of the wives come to enjoy the evening and five guest visited during the races that showed interest in our hobby. We are starting to be overcome by our own success, as the pressure was on to finish by our self- imposed 10pm curfew. We made it on time and the group was appreciative of getting out and homeward bound on time. It is a pain when the rest of life gets in the way of enjoying our toy cars!
We once again raced the Professor’s Can-Am IROC
cars. He had worked them over since the last race and they were great to drive. Some of the hi-lites of the race were Tony breaking off an exhaust system when Mr. N took him out. Then them blaming each other. Oops wrecking and then stating “oh what the he!! it isn’t my car”. What kind of an attitude is that? Vic takes Derek and I out on the second turn of the first lap in a heat and showed no remorse. I end up putting one of the Professor’s cars on the floor racing Derek (all Derek’s fault), oh what the he!! it isn’t my car. Oops put a new battery in his hearing aid showing he can hear he just doesn’t care. Roger just snuck up and took the win. Having a new track to practice on must be helping.
The NSR GT race got underway with Roger and Tony complaining about their cars being staged in the wrong lanes. It turned out that they didn’t pay attention and hooked up in the wrong lanes (bad on ya). The Jay Mac I know and love is almost back, as a small cuss word slip out after a crash, actually it was such a mild example I was almost embarrassed for him (come on Jay Mac put some effort into it). I did win a heat, actually racing; I didn’t just outlast the rest of the field this time. Then the reality of driving over my head caught up with me. Sweendog had a false start caught the field in like two laps, after his five second penalty and then suddenly found his limit (yea sucks to be you). Mr. N takes out Kevin totally by accident and then Kevin turns down a Man Hug meant to console him. Kev, where is the love? Brick is showing his potential, as he led a heat for a short while. Given a couple of weeks he should be right there racing with several of the rest of us losers. Actually he showed a lot of potential last night and it looks like one more racer who will be making Mr. N and I look bad. We had a heat with only two flat black Corvettes remaining on track to race and neither racer could figure out which car they were racing. Well what do you expect from Sweeney and Kevin? I did manage to beat Mr. N once and then he put me in my place by coming back and kicking my butt. As it turned out Victor took the win, as the Professor came up with some lame excuse about being to busy to clean his tires this week. Poor car prep can be accepted, but a weak excuse like that shows no originality. No Andrew, Brett, Craig or Bob last night, you people need to work on your priorities. Don’t tell me about work, family and life’s responsibilities, this is toy car racing guys!
As always it was great racing with the group and lots of laughs. I think we are at Sweeney’s next week. Don’t take that as gospel, as I just race where Professor takes me.
I will add my track to the rotation for the next series. I hope that will get me off my a$$ and back to work. I need a margarita social!