01-10-2022, 02:28 AM
Chapter 92
So I get to go to the races tonight. Yee ha! Unfortunately not to race this time. Paul Fisher seems to be a very nice person. Since I know Paul a little bit better, now realizing he had nothing to do with what happened to us when me and Steve made our first race at Fabens.
Chris was not at all impressed with Frank. Just the opposite really. He said he felt drained after meeting Frank when we made it back to the garage. I do understand. If I spend too much time around Frank, it is like the energy is being zapped right out of me.
Sort of like leaving a flashlight on for too long. The batteries are drained. You turn it off for a while, then back on and it works, but slowly the bulb starts to dim down again. That is what it feels like when around Frank for very long.
Short visits around Frank are not so bad. Just a heavy load on the battery. But when I leave it is charged back up fairly quickly. Especially if the sun is out bright. Maybe this is why I was so worn out after both days practicing at the track.
So I am understanding more about what Chris was saying after meeting Frank. Steve also made mention that he was thinking Frank must have been an escapee from one of those insane asylums like in a lot of horror movies we have watched late at night on the television. He is sure Frank is completely wacko. Sort of like an ax murderer.
Tonight Paul Fisher is race director at the track. There is a regional race at the San Antonio kart track. Most of the board members that usually run the races at Fabens are competing in the regional series and attending that race. So Paul is filling in for the night.
We were late arriving. Paul said he needed to be there by 5:00 and it is pushing 5:30. I was very surprised to see the parking lot being completely full. The pits had all kinds of activity going on. It looked like a normal weekend race night.
Paul had things to take care of, so we went snooping around in the pits. I was impressed finding out how many of the racers Chris knew. He took no time dragging me along and got introduced to everyone we stopped to talk with.
This is my friend Terry. He is helping me work on getting my kart more competitive. We are upgrading my frame and modifying the engine. I hope to be a lot faster the next time I race.
"Wow that sounds great Topher. I hope everything works out for you. I will be watching your next race and cheering for you too". This is what the general response was from everybody Chris had talked to tonight.
I know Chris is more than a likable guy, but didnt realize he knew just about everyone out here at the track. I hate meeting new people and terrible with names, so trying to remember everyones name that I have met tonight, well that sure aint going to happen.
I can actually remember someone from the kart they race. It is easy for me to put a face to that kart. Past that the name is lost somewhere in no mans land. I know it is a weird way of recognizing someone, but it does work for me.
What I saw tonight at the track was a lot different from our first race. Mostly new faces in charge of running the races. More layed back and casual feeling. I was surprised how many drivers there were too. More than the last race.
It seemed that there are a ton of local racers that like to come out here. From what I have been told, the politics and certain people running the races keeps a lot of these people from attending all the time.
So when there is a big race that takes most of the regulars out of town, the word gets around and all of these other people show up. Every one of the classes are full. There are even 15 in the junior bushing class. The two Westebend drivers are gone, then me Steve and Chris make three more not running. Wow, 20 drivers in one class. That would be so awesome.
What I thought so cool in the junior class tonight, is most of them are running Clinton engines. There are also a couple of Power Products bushing engines too. This is the first of them I have seen. Most of the karts are just like the slower ones from last time. There are plenty of them with dead axles too.
None of these karts racing tonight will ever be competitive against those two Westbends. But I would bet there is going to be a good race between all of them running together. I noticed most of the Clinton engines are stock. Just like they would have come when the karts were first purchased.
For our jobs tonight, we were supposed to be corner marshals. But there was more than enough volunteers at the drivers meeting. They would swap out with each other between races.
So me and Chris ended up working the grid. Paul assured us it would almost about run itself. We just needed to look official and nobody would give us any trouble.
Paul Fisher was the race director and also the flag man for the night. So he was very busy, leaving us to a job we had no idea how to do. Chris had raced out here plenty of times so hoping he had an idea of how it was done.
He explained to me about what he remembered seeing and that I would be the Grid Steward. He would make sure the karts are in order and lined up ready for each heat race. This is something he had done plenty of times helping Paul. Since he knows so many of the racers, it made the most sense.
One thing I did notice is since Chris has a higher pitched voice than me, it is very hard to hear him with engines revving up close by. So he just about has to yell to be heard over the karts running anywhere close to the grid.
So what was explained to me is when I see the checkered flag waved, make sure there was no one stranded out there on the track. When all is clear, Paul will acknowledge at the flag stand, then I wave the karts out on the track.
So long as Chris made sure the right class was lined up in order on the grid, my job was fairly easy. I just had to look like I knew what I was doing. I even got to wear a black and white checkered shirt to look official.
This shirt was anything but small. It swallowed me more like a hospital gown, than just a shirt that was too big. But it is what the grid steward usually wears. Or at least some giant guy that wore this shirt the last time.
What I found out real quick is how little bit of the races I actually got to watch. I stayed busy while the races were running just making sure the next class was lined up right. It was not even that long before intermission.
We had already finished running the first two heats and now intermission. Wow, where did all the time go? There were only a few mix ups, but easily corrected. Paul came over and asked how I liked working tonight.
After I sort of got the hang of it, was not so bad. But the time sure did fly by. I noticed Chris had his head down on a table at the concession stand. He was worn out already.
Paul asked if we could last one more heat race or did we need a break. I thought we could make it to the end. Chris looked over at Paul, nodded, gave a thumbs up, then planted his head back down on the table in folded arms.
During the night Chris made it his job getting every kart pushed up to the grid for the next race. He made sure we had no holdups waiting on people to get themselves gridded. Chris helped some drivers push their karts up and always confirmed they were positioned in the right spot.
Chris had an official clipboard and marker. He went around lining every kart up in the right order. He took this job very seriously. He spent the time to carefully explain things to anyone not understanding what to do.
When one class was on the grid, he went around making sure the next class was pregridded ready to move up after I released the first class. This went on all night until the races were over. He never slowed down.
The third heat races were finished and awards presentation was taking place. Unlike the last time out here everyone seemed to be in good spirits and enjoying themselves. Paul did the announcing and thanked everyone for coming out tonight, blah blah blah, the usual stuff. Tonight was already over.
So I get to go to the races tonight. Yee ha! Unfortunately not to race this time. Paul Fisher seems to be a very nice person. Since I know Paul a little bit better, now realizing he had nothing to do with what happened to us when me and Steve made our first race at Fabens.
Chris was not at all impressed with Frank. Just the opposite really. He said he felt drained after meeting Frank when we made it back to the garage. I do understand. If I spend too much time around Frank, it is like the energy is being zapped right out of me.
Sort of like leaving a flashlight on for too long. The batteries are drained. You turn it off for a while, then back on and it works, but slowly the bulb starts to dim down again. That is what it feels like when around Frank for very long.
Short visits around Frank are not so bad. Just a heavy load on the battery. But when I leave it is charged back up fairly quickly. Especially if the sun is out bright. Maybe this is why I was so worn out after both days practicing at the track.
So I am understanding more about what Chris was saying after meeting Frank. Steve also made mention that he was thinking Frank must have been an escapee from one of those insane asylums like in a lot of horror movies we have watched late at night on the television. He is sure Frank is completely wacko. Sort of like an ax murderer.
Tonight Paul Fisher is race director at the track. There is a regional race at the San Antonio kart track. Most of the board members that usually run the races at Fabens are competing in the regional series and attending that race. So Paul is filling in for the night.
We were late arriving. Paul said he needed to be there by 5:00 and it is pushing 5:30. I was very surprised to see the parking lot being completely full. The pits had all kinds of activity going on. It looked like a normal weekend race night.
Paul had things to take care of, so we went snooping around in the pits. I was impressed finding out how many of the racers Chris knew. He took no time dragging me along and got introduced to everyone we stopped to talk with.
This is my friend Terry. He is helping me work on getting my kart more competitive. We are upgrading my frame and modifying the engine. I hope to be a lot faster the next time I race.
"Wow that sounds great Topher. I hope everything works out for you. I will be watching your next race and cheering for you too". This is what the general response was from everybody Chris had talked to tonight.
I know Chris is more than a likable guy, but didnt realize he knew just about everyone out here at the track. I hate meeting new people and terrible with names, so trying to remember everyones name that I have met tonight, well that sure aint going to happen.
I can actually remember someone from the kart they race. It is easy for me to put a face to that kart. Past that the name is lost somewhere in no mans land. I know it is a weird way of recognizing someone, but it does work for me.
What I saw tonight at the track was a lot different from our first race. Mostly new faces in charge of running the races. More layed back and casual feeling. I was surprised how many drivers there were too. More than the last race.
It seemed that there are a ton of local racers that like to come out here. From what I have been told, the politics and certain people running the races keeps a lot of these people from attending all the time.
So when there is a big race that takes most of the regulars out of town, the word gets around and all of these other people show up. Every one of the classes are full. There are even 15 in the junior bushing class. The two Westebend drivers are gone, then me Steve and Chris make three more not running. Wow, 20 drivers in one class. That would be so awesome.
What I thought so cool in the junior class tonight, is most of them are running Clinton engines. There are also a couple of Power Products bushing engines too. This is the first of them I have seen. Most of the karts are just like the slower ones from last time. There are plenty of them with dead axles too.
None of these karts racing tonight will ever be competitive against those two Westbends. But I would bet there is going to be a good race between all of them running together. I noticed most of the Clinton engines are stock. Just like they would have come when the karts were first purchased.
For our jobs tonight, we were supposed to be corner marshals. But there was more than enough volunteers at the drivers meeting. They would swap out with each other between races.
So me and Chris ended up working the grid. Paul assured us it would almost about run itself. We just needed to look official and nobody would give us any trouble.
Paul Fisher was the race director and also the flag man for the night. So he was very busy, leaving us to a job we had no idea how to do. Chris had raced out here plenty of times so hoping he had an idea of how it was done.
He explained to me about what he remembered seeing and that I would be the Grid Steward. He would make sure the karts are in order and lined up ready for each heat race. This is something he had done plenty of times helping Paul. Since he knows so many of the racers, it made the most sense.
One thing I did notice is since Chris has a higher pitched voice than me, it is very hard to hear him with engines revving up close by. So he just about has to yell to be heard over the karts running anywhere close to the grid.
So what was explained to me is when I see the checkered flag waved, make sure there was no one stranded out there on the track. When all is clear, Paul will acknowledge at the flag stand, then I wave the karts out on the track.
So long as Chris made sure the right class was lined up in order on the grid, my job was fairly easy. I just had to look like I knew what I was doing. I even got to wear a black and white checkered shirt to look official.
This shirt was anything but small. It swallowed me more like a hospital gown, than just a shirt that was too big. But it is what the grid steward usually wears. Or at least some giant guy that wore this shirt the last time.
What I found out real quick is how little bit of the races I actually got to watch. I stayed busy while the races were running just making sure the next class was lined up right. It was not even that long before intermission.
We had already finished running the first two heats and now intermission. Wow, where did all the time go? There were only a few mix ups, but easily corrected. Paul came over and asked how I liked working tonight.
After I sort of got the hang of it, was not so bad. But the time sure did fly by. I noticed Chris had his head down on a table at the concession stand. He was worn out already.
Paul asked if we could last one more heat race or did we need a break. I thought we could make it to the end. Chris looked over at Paul, nodded, gave a thumbs up, then planted his head back down on the table in folded arms.
During the night Chris made it his job getting every kart pushed up to the grid for the next race. He made sure we had no holdups waiting on people to get themselves gridded. Chris helped some drivers push their karts up and always confirmed they were positioned in the right spot.
Chris had an official clipboard and marker. He went around lining every kart up in the right order. He took this job very seriously. He spent the time to carefully explain things to anyone not understanding what to do.
When one class was on the grid, he went around making sure the next class was pregridded ready to move up after I released the first class. This went on all night until the races were over. He never slowed down.
The third heat races were finished and awards presentation was taking place. Unlike the last time out here everyone seemed to be in good spirits and enjoying themselves. Paul did the announcing and thanked everyone for coming out tonight, blah blah blah, the usual stuff. Tonight was already over.