This week my neighborhood buddies came over to show me their new ride. We spent the next half hour polishing the plastic and affixing racing stickers I had laying around.
The highlight was a Ducati sticker on the front bumper. Next we donned my motorcycle helmet and carbon fiber racing gloves and did hot laps around the block.
Great fun, and what a wonderful reminder of what it was like to be a boy with a new set of wheels and nothing but time on my hands to cruise the summer away. A reminder of how we get racing in our blood so early.
Walled lake hosted an APBA powerboat race last weekend. Susan and I watched a few races. There was an antique unlimited powerboat there to do an exhibition run at the end of the race weekend. He went to great lengths to lift the boat into the water, make sure everything was in it's right place and carefully clear the area before turning over his powerful Rolls Rice 12 cylinder rotary aircraft engine rated at over 1000 hp. The crowd anticipation was high, expecting to see a 200+ mph sprint across a lake a little over 2 miles long.
Well, he turned over the motor, and with two hesitant rotations it was all over in a 20' blue flame of destruction. The crowd was disappointed to put it mildly, and now the poor driver sat defeated in his old boat, drifting to the middle of the lake, as the crowd quickly turned their backs to the show and dissipated..
Oh well, that's racin'
Also, this weekend I went out to see Tracey and Lisa at Cloud Nine. This spring Tracey broke his wrist on one of his first landings of the spring. With Tracey out of comission for the next three months goes any hope of training at thier facility this summer. I considered going down to Lookout Mountain for a week of training, but given my work situation right now that was not really even a possibility. Disappointingly, I've had to come to terms with putting off hang gliding for another year.
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