I started the main race in second! Not my first second place ever but the competition this last Saturday was the toughest ever. There were only five of us but it was the top five racers in the championship. There were no back-markers in this one.
In the first session I finished in third but was less than a quarter second behind the leader. I got off to a great start but after five or six laps the kart started loosing power and I dropped about a tenth of a second a lap.
For the second session I got a kart that had nothing wrong and my time showed it. I finished with the second fastest time, in fact I beat the best time from the first session. I was feeling real good about the final race. In fact, this was my fastest time ever on the reverse track.
The good feeling lasted about two corners. The kart behind me started bumping into me, not during braking or anything like that but in the middle of the straights. My kart was understeering which is my great weakness. I’m like a tennis player with a lousy backhand. Soon the third place kart got me coming out of the hairpin and by the next corner I was in fifth. After that I was just glad I didn’t get lapped.
Fortunately because there were only five of us there weren’t enough points available to make much impact on the championship. I held my second place and got what is now the tallest trophy in the case.
I’ve racked up several free races so I think I’m going to start doing a practice session on the day of the race just to get myself in the right state of mind.
Posted in Racing
Tagged K1, kart, league
Sheets of rain
Pillows of clouds
The monkey demon wakes
He hurtles to the ground
enters through your wall
and explodes in a crack of light and ozone
then is gone
You were spared
Go to sleep
Mr. Patrick frowned. It was all too easy. What’s the use of doing this if there’s no challenge? They all died without a sound. Most of them never even woke up. He enjoyed this sort of thing when he wasn’t so good at it. There were mistakes then. Sometimes they fought back. He had to react and adapt and still manage to get the job done. Now all of the excitement has gone out of it. Maybe he needs to listen to his shrink. Time to step out of the comfort zone and give that bungee jumping thing a try.
Posted in Writing
Tagged Mr. Patrick
The creepy old guy sits at the strip club stage
but turns down every offer of private attention
Mostly he watches the foolish young men, envying their lack of sense
The only man in the place who is aware of his own pathos
The young girls see him as a challenge
The older ones know better and leave him alone
Fidelity pushed slightly over his own personal limit
He grins at the beautiful woman with the odd lipstick and large rear
She approaches him
He buys her a drink, some hideous cinnamon liqueur,
but rejects her offer of a shower show
She asks for his business card but he feigns their existence
She tells him a phone number that he promises to remember
Reality is pretty much a pass/fail operation.
The phoenix came to the party dressed as a peacock.
The eyes on his borrowed feathers saw the truth of us all.
Masks and costumes, beer and wine, fear and ecstasy.
Lonely creatures stalking willing prey.
Hungry freaks tasting flesh previously forbidden.
A mass illusion held together by tawdry string.
At midnight the phoenix shed his false eyes.
He toasted our mutual folly and burst into flames.
RVers are and asphalt-based life form
Posted in Random Thoughts
Walk past the open door
Don’t even look inside
that door is not for you
Maybe the next door
or the one after that
always the one after that
Dystopiary – bushes made to look like post-apocalyptic killer robots
You can’t argue with logicians. Mostly because they’re not allowed out in public much.