11-27-2019, 01:52 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-10-2022, 01:17 AM by Terry Bentley.)
Chapter 6
Wow, I have been walking around in the pits for nearly an hour. Seeing all of the cool karts and different motors is awesome. As I was dreaming about one day....WAM!. Oh crap! Hey boy, watch where the $%(( you are going! Oh crap, I am sorry! While just staring off in lala land, I walked right into a big older man who was leaning down and working on his dual engine kart. He crash landed on the ground. I was so embarrassed. I really need to focus and stop acting like an bumbling idoit. As he struggled to get up, I apologized profusely until he told me it was just an accident. He was fine. Just try to pay more attention so I or some unsuspecting victim doesnt get hurt. I didnt know to laugh or bow up and leave quickly.
Hey kid....Oh no, what did I screw up now? Yes sir? I turned around and saw this scowl on the mans face. He then lightens up a little bit as the scowl eases into a straight line. Arent you Jims kid? Yes sir, I am. You dont recognize me do you? Up until now I wasnt focused on who the man was or even paid any attention to his face. Just caught off guard daydreaming way too much. I look at the man and now realize who he is. You are Mr. Ingram! I had only seen him in his work uniform. Now in his racing garments, it took me a moment to realize who he was. I had never seen him without grease all over his face from working on cars.
Mr Van Ingram owns the local Phillips 66 service station. I had no idea he raced. He is a big burly man and I would never envision him fitting into one of these karts. Standing there, once again not focused on him talking to me, I looked down at his kart. From the pictures and ads I had seen in Karting World, he was driving a Sears kart. It was powered by two of those really big Power Products engines. They were red, just like the kart. The tops of cylinders were flat with no fins. Where is the cylinder head I wonder? The others I have seen up close usually have a lot of cooling fins on the head. These motors didnt have anything, just flat. Man there is a lot of things I dont have a clue about.
Did you hear what I said? Hello? Oh, I am sorry. He had been talking about something and I completely zoned him out. Yes, sir, I was just noticing your engines here. I am not familiar with them. The other engines have with lots of fins on the cylinder heads. He goes on explaining about these motors are completely stock units that were being run to get an idea of how well they might hold up and perform. Then modify them with aftermarket parts if tonights testing looks promising.
So are you going to answer my questions? I am sorry sir, my mind was somewhere else. In his gruff voice he ask me again. Are you racing tonight or planning to start? No sir, I mean Yes sir. I would like to race, but dont have a kart or anything that is competitive. He told me there are a lot of used karts available. I should ask around and see if someone has an older model they dont want. I thanked him just about the time Steve intentionally bumped into me.
What the heck are you doing here, Steve? Like you dont know. My dad kidnapped me and dragged me out here. I figured you had something to do with it. I told Steve that dad volunteered my time for the evening and didnt tell me anything. I wonder what they have in mind? So, you dont know anything? Nope, Terry, I am clueless as you are. OK maybe not that bad, but in the dark either way.
Oh by the way, I watched you crash into Mr Ingram. Sure was funny to see. You cant go anywhere without making a scene, can you. You sure know how to build up someones self esteem, dont you Steve? Funny, like you could even spell self-esteem, much less know what to do with it.
Wow, I have been walking around in the pits for nearly an hour. Seeing all of the cool karts and different motors is awesome. As I was dreaming about one day....WAM!. Oh crap! Hey boy, watch where the $%(( you are going! Oh crap, I am sorry! While just staring off in lala land, I walked right into a big older man who was leaning down and working on his dual engine kart. He crash landed on the ground. I was so embarrassed. I really need to focus and stop acting like an bumbling idoit. As he struggled to get up, I apologized profusely until he told me it was just an accident. He was fine. Just try to pay more attention so I or some unsuspecting victim doesnt get hurt. I didnt know to laugh or bow up and leave quickly.
Hey kid....Oh no, what did I screw up now? Yes sir? I turned around and saw this scowl on the mans face. He then lightens up a little bit as the scowl eases into a straight line. Arent you Jims kid? Yes sir, I am. You dont recognize me do you? Up until now I wasnt focused on who the man was or even paid any attention to his face. Just caught off guard daydreaming way too much. I look at the man and now realize who he is. You are Mr. Ingram! I had only seen him in his work uniform. Now in his racing garments, it took me a moment to realize who he was. I had never seen him without grease all over his face from working on cars.
Mr Van Ingram owns the local Phillips 66 service station. I had no idea he raced. He is a big burly man and I would never envision him fitting into one of these karts. Standing there, once again not focused on him talking to me, I looked down at his kart. From the pictures and ads I had seen in Karting World, he was driving a Sears kart. It was powered by two of those really big Power Products engines. They were red, just like the kart. The tops of cylinders were flat with no fins. Where is the cylinder head I wonder? The others I have seen up close usually have a lot of cooling fins on the head. These motors didnt have anything, just flat. Man there is a lot of things I dont have a clue about.
Did you hear what I said? Hello? Oh, I am sorry. He had been talking about something and I completely zoned him out. Yes, sir, I was just noticing your engines here. I am not familiar with them. The other engines have with lots of fins on the cylinder heads. He goes on explaining about these motors are completely stock units that were being run to get an idea of how well they might hold up and perform. Then modify them with aftermarket parts if tonights testing looks promising.
So are you going to answer my questions? I am sorry sir, my mind was somewhere else. In his gruff voice he ask me again. Are you racing tonight or planning to start? No sir, I mean Yes sir. I would like to race, but dont have a kart or anything that is competitive. He told me there are a lot of used karts available. I should ask around and see if someone has an older model they dont want. I thanked him just about the time Steve intentionally bumped into me.
What the heck are you doing here, Steve? Like you dont know. My dad kidnapped me and dragged me out here. I figured you had something to do with it. I told Steve that dad volunteered my time for the evening and didnt tell me anything. I wonder what they have in mind? So, you dont know anything? Nope, Terry, I am clueless as you are. OK maybe not that bad, but in the dark either way.
Oh by the way, I watched you crash into Mr Ingram. Sure was funny to see. You cant go anywhere without making a scene, can you. You sure know how to build up someones self esteem, dont you Steve? Funny, like you could even spell self-esteem, much less know what to do with it.