05-22-2020, 03:46 AM
(This post was last modified: 07-18-2020, 03:00 AM by Terry Bentley.)
Chapter 38
So are we going to camp out or not? Hey, what are all these pictures here on your desk? Some of them are good. Man, who tried to take the other ones. A drunk person? They are really bad. This one picture is nothing but a blur? But a blur of what? Too blurred to tell of what. Haha. You could name it "Passing wind" or "Bean fart".
Maybe you should start writing a book Terry. Or at least keeping a good record of everything we are doing to the kart. Then use these pictures to document the work we have done. Well not these particular pictures. Some that are actually decent. You know, add captions with specific details. Are you following me on this Terry?
I see a good thing coming out of it. Maybe even a Nobel prize. Steve I think what you mean is a Pulitzer Prize. Steve starts laughing his butt off, then losing ba1ance, when I kick him with my foot on back of his knee. Then he trips and collapses on my bed.
No, but seriously, you should keep notes on everything we are doing. It will help when we finally get another kart going together. No reason for YOU to keep making the same mistakes over and over again. Right? I mean what better way for us to become successful kart designers and running a big manufacturing plant in a few years or some day?
Hey Steve, I have a much better idea than that one. How about I start a business specializing in very limited production karts that are in extremely high demand. Sell those for a big profit. Sounds way better than mass producing a whole mess of karts that barely sell for little more than cost.
And I will even do you a huge favor. I will hire you to be outside sales manager. Then you can travel all over the country peddling these highly overpriced karts to only a choice few people. Just sell to ones that are really good drivers and can go to a lot of the bigger races during the season. Then you can be out of my hair and not here annoying me so much all the time.
Gee, man, you know how much that hurts? Coming from you especially. Almost like you dont even want me around anymore. Steve started sounding really depressed and looking pathetic. I got quiet for a moment and thought about apologizing. He knows I am just yanking his chain anyway. Then Steve just busts out laughing. I got you, I really got you this time. I got you good!. Tell me I am wrong! You should have seen the look on your face. Priceless! Wheres that stupid camera of yours?
It was now close to 11 pm now. I told Steve we needed to make a run to 7-11 before it closed. He reminded me it was already after curfew. So? I said. Lets go then, like right now. I tried out Mountain Dew a short time ago. Really like the taste. Coke just doesnt do it for me and Dr Pepper is so-so. But mom refused to buy it for some reason. She said we had no business keeping sodas made for mixing adult drinks. It was not allowed in this house. I argued that is just a soft drink. She replied in no uncertain terms, she is not keeping it around in this house and that was final.
Even tho it was already after curfew, I really wanted that Mountain Dew. I dont know if its the sugar content or what. But sure does get me pumped up. Almost like an adrenaline rush. Whatever, it is super addictive to me. Me and Steve sneak out, run up the alley and cross the street to 7-11. Considering the amount of noise we were making it was anything but being sneaky. Neighbors dogs and even some chickens were carrying on from our passing by. Mr Foster is there, as I expected, since only working nights. He gives us the usual scowl and that one squinted evil eye. I told him we were only grabbing a drink and then right back on our way home. He just grumbled out barely legible, "Damdid kidsn....."
I grabbed two Mountain Dews, and large bag of M&M's. Steve picks up the usual Coke. Says he will share the M's with me. Oh yea thanks a lot. I payed for everything anyway. On the way back I asked Steve what happened to that $10 bill? What? Do you think I am going to waste it on junk food? Ugh uh, no way. We might need something important for the kart. Then what? Terry, sometimes you just dont use your head.
After a few minutes discussing with my parents, we go to set the tent up in the woods. Basically just across the street. Some trails had been cut for bikes and there is a creek running thru it. But real thick with trees. Steve grabbed the tent and headed over to set it up. We ended up just horsing around. Got into a super mud fight down in the creek. After about 30 minutes of burning off excess energy, we got back working on that tent.
Wouldnt you figure, as we were hammering stakes in the ground, the sky just let go. It had been getting cloudy, but didnt smell like any real chance of rain. The weatherman said only a 10% chance this evening. Maybe we should have chosen to pitch the tent in that other 90% forecast area. We grab everything and start running. There really was no reason to hurry up. The rain was coming down so fast and hard now, we were drenched before getting the first stake pulled up.
The massive rain that fell was really a blessing. We didnt think through very well getting so muddy in the fight earlier. But it had started drying out by now. Fortunately ended up getting a good rain shower and most of that mud was completely gone by the time everything was collected and we made it back home. Both of us now are soaked to the bone. The night was fairly warm and didnt take too long before we were no longer leaving puddles every time when standing still for a moment. Dry enough to deal with it for now.
During all this excitement, my lack of motivation from earlier had subsided. Now I felt wide awake. The couple of Dr Peppers I drank down earlier may have contributed somewhat too. We ended up back in the garage. I hollered to mom and dad and let them know we were back. For now, looks like we would be hanging out here for a while.
Both of us had worked up a good appetite from all the excitement tonight, so I sneak in the house and raided the fridge. Just some left over fried chicken and potato salad. But was enough to curb the hunger pains. Mom did mention earlier it was there just in case we got hungry. My growing boys, you know. Back out to the garage I went carrying the food, since both of us were still wet.
While washing down the last of that cold chicken with a Mountain Dew, I handed Steve the June issue of Karting World magazine. It just happened to be open to the page on how to hop up a Clinton. After he scanned it a few minutes, I got a strange look from him. More a look of concession. One argument that would not be worth the time and effort to him. So, we are going to hotrod the Clinton now?
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In the most innocent sounding voice I could muster, "Hey Steve, thats the best idea you have ever had. I havent really given it any thought before now. Why not? I think it would be way cool to do." The look on Steves face was anything but belief. As usual he can see right thru me very well.
So are we going to camp out or not? Hey, what are all these pictures here on your desk? Some of them are good. Man, who tried to take the other ones. A drunk person? They are really bad. This one picture is nothing but a blur? But a blur of what? Too blurred to tell of what. Haha. You could name it "Passing wind" or "Bean fart".
Maybe you should start writing a book Terry. Or at least keeping a good record of everything we are doing to the kart. Then use these pictures to document the work we have done. Well not these particular pictures. Some that are actually decent. You know, add captions with specific details. Are you following me on this Terry?
I see a good thing coming out of it. Maybe even a Nobel prize. Steve I think what you mean is a Pulitzer Prize. Steve starts laughing his butt off, then losing ba1ance, when I kick him with my foot on back of his knee. Then he trips and collapses on my bed.
No, but seriously, you should keep notes on everything we are doing. It will help when we finally get another kart going together. No reason for YOU to keep making the same mistakes over and over again. Right? I mean what better way for us to become successful kart designers and running a big manufacturing plant in a few years or some day?
Hey Steve, I have a much better idea than that one. How about I start a business specializing in very limited production karts that are in extremely high demand. Sell those for a big profit. Sounds way better than mass producing a whole mess of karts that barely sell for little more than cost.
And I will even do you a huge favor. I will hire you to be outside sales manager. Then you can travel all over the country peddling these highly overpriced karts to only a choice few people. Just sell to ones that are really good drivers and can go to a lot of the bigger races during the season. Then you can be out of my hair and not here annoying me so much all the time.
Gee, man, you know how much that hurts? Coming from you especially. Almost like you dont even want me around anymore. Steve started sounding really depressed and looking pathetic. I got quiet for a moment and thought about apologizing. He knows I am just yanking his chain anyway. Then Steve just busts out laughing. I got you, I really got you this time. I got you good!. Tell me I am wrong! You should have seen the look on your face. Priceless! Wheres that stupid camera of yours?
It was now close to 11 pm now. I told Steve we needed to make a run to 7-11 before it closed. He reminded me it was already after curfew. So? I said. Lets go then, like right now. I tried out Mountain Dew a short time ago. Really like the taste. Coke just doesnt do it for me and Dr Pepper is so-so. But mom refused to buy it for some reason. She said we had no business keeping sodas made for mixing adult drinks. It was not allowed in this house. I argued that is just a soft drink. She replied in no uncertain terms, she is not keeping it around in this house and that was final.
Even tho it was already after curfew, I really wanted that Mountain Dew. I dont know if its the sugar content or what. But sure does get me pumped up. Almost like an adrenaline rush. Whatever, it is super addictive to me. Me and Steve sneak out, run up the alley and cross the street to 7-11. Considering the amount of noise we were making it was anything but being sneaky. Neighbors dogs and even some chickens were carrying on from our passing by. Mr Foster is there, as I expected, since only working nights. He gives us the usual scowl and that one squinted evil eye. I told him we were only grabbing a drink and then right back on our way home. He just grumbled out barely legible, "Damdid kidsn....."
I grabbed two Mountain Dews, and large bag of M&M's. Steve picks up the usual Coke. Says he will share the M's with me. Oh yea thanks a lot. I payed for everything anyway. On the way back I asked Steve what happened to that $10 bill? What? Do you think I am going to waste it on junk food? Ugh uh, no way. We might need something important for the kart. Then what? Terry, sometimes you just dont use your head.
After a few minutes discussing with my parents, we go to set the tent up in the woods. Basically just across the street. Some trails had been cut for bikes and there is a creek running thru it. But real thick with trees. Steve grabbed the tent and headed over to set it up. We ended up just horsing around. Got into a super mud fight down in the creek. After about 30 minutes of burning off excess energy, we got back working on that tent.
Wouldnt you figure, as we were hammering stakes in the ground, the sky just let go. It had been getting cloudy, but didnt smell like any real chance of rain. The weatherman said only a 10% chance this evening. Maybe we should have chosen to pitch the tent in that other 90% forecast area. We grab everything and start running. There really was no reason to hurry up. The rain was coming down so fast and hard now, we were drenched before getting the first stake pulled up.
The massive rain that fell was really a blessing. We didnt think through very well getting so muddy in the fight earlier. But it had started drying out by now. Fortunately ended up getting a good rain shower and most of that mud was completely gone by the time everything was collected and we made it back home. Both of us now are soaked to the bone. The night was fairly warm and didnt take too long before we were no longer leaving puddles every time when standing still for a moment. Dry enough to deal with it for now.
During all this excitement, my lack of motivation from earlier had subsided. Now I felt wide awake. The couple of Dr Peppers I drank down earlier may have contributed somewhat too. We ended up back in the garage. I hollered to mom and dad and let them know we were back. For now, looks like we would be hanging out here for a while.
Both of us had worked up a good appetite from all the excitement tonight, so I sneak in the house and raided the fridge. Just some left over fried chicken and potato salad. But was enough to curb the hunger pains. Mom did mention earlier it was there just in case we got hungry. My growing boys, you know. Back out to the garage I went carrying the food, since both of us were still wet.
While washing down the last of that cold chicken with a Mountain Dew, I handed Steve the June issue of Karting World magazine. It just happened to be open to the page on how to hop up a Clinton. After he scanned it a few minutes, I got a strange look from him. More a look of concession. One argument that would not be worth the time and effort to him. So, we are going to hotrod the Clinton now?
In the most innocent sounding voice I could muster, "Hey Steve, thats the best idea you have ever had. I havent really given it any thought before now. Why not? I think it would be way cool to do." The look on Steves face was anything but belief. As usual he can see right thru me very well.