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Post by RacerX on Jul 17, 2002 13:57:07 GMT -5
Greetings fellow croakers. It's been brought to my attention, that we have a few karter here. I hope you don't mind, but I thought I'd share some of the more important scribblings of a raving lunatic with you.
I will soon be challenging our favorite Columbian to a kart race, and thought you all might enjoy the preperation & thought that goes into such a heralded contest. I really got a kick out of reading about Henrik & da silva's karting experience, and the outcame, and how greg99 helped organize it, so mayeb you too will enjoy what leads up to the "Greatest Karting Event of ALL TIMES!!!!" LOL! ;D
All posts to follow this one, are taken verbatim, from the diary of a mad man (also known as RacerX around here), so sit back and enjoy....Our story starts off about a eight months ago; it was December, close to Christmas time, and will carry you right up to the Shamu Craoks Championship Race that is scheduled to take place in Spetember of this year!
(I will post them as often as time allows)
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Post by greg99 on Jul 17, 2002 14:37:22 GMT -5
Right, you probably need help from a pro ;D . I also do timing and score keeping on race days at the Kart Club here....LOL!!! I can talk to Consuelo - we're kinda related - to cover the event. Our fee is not cheap, but if you want a perfect event, who's counting?? Joking aside - when is the big day?
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Post by Cine_Man on Jul 17, 2002 22:33:40 GMT -5
Rx Ru going to be at Indy?
jCine_...
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Post by RacerX on Jul 18, 2002 17:30:44 GMT -5
Wuff, I apologize for taking so long to get around to this, but work has been crazy. Cine_man, yes. I already have tickets (sec. H) and a room. I'll be there from Thursday through Monday!
OK, back to the rantings, raving, dribble.....of a mad man...LOL!
I will have to cut these up to get them to fit here, so ONE journal entry might take three, four or more posts, so please bare with me. The journal is a book which this mad man writes his daily experiences in, and can be followed by the entry number referrenced at the top of each post. hope this helps, enjoy...I did say he was a Mad man, didn't I?? Fair warning....
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Post by RacerX on Jul 18, 2002 17:31:44 GMT -5
Journal Entry 2001-362
Well Mr. Journal, it’s that time of day again. How are you doing? I know, I know, you can’t talk, and thus you never answer me, but I still feel the need to ask you how you’re doing. OK, enough with the formalities, I have to tell you about my day today!!!
I have just experienced the coolest thing, and I think it’s transforming me into something I’m losing control over, but enough of that…check this out:
Today I took a group of kids out for fun. I told them I’d take them wherever they wanted to go since they’d been such good kids. Well, they all decided to go karting! Yep, I can hardly believe it myself, but they wanted to go ride these miniature cars around a miniature race track, so I took them to their place of choice.
It was so much fun watching them speed around this twisty track of curves & turns, battling like the big boys, but in a miniature world of their own. After a few races, they were all smiles, and eventually a couple came and asked if I were going to join in the fun. I couldn’t imagine me in one of those little karts, but after a little persuading and a handing over of $20 bucks to the admissions guy…I was in!
I found a helmet big enough to fit my cranium, and proceeded to get in line. While in line, this track guard (for lack of better title) grouped us together, and then proceeded to inform us of the rules. What you can do, what you can’t do. It was fun, but I felt like I was the only one paying attention….all the other kids were staring off at the track. I found out why, moments later. After giving us the right act, he opened the gate and it was a mad dash of kids sprinting for the cars they’d been eyeing. Obviously they felt some karts were faster than others, or some were better looking than others. By the time I figured out what was up, they were all picked over save one. I didn’t mind, when I approached it, it looked a lot like me: it’d been ridden hard and was counting it’s days until they garaged it for parts. We made a great pair. Now came the funny part. I had to figure out how I was going to get this 6 foot 2 inch frame into a kart built for kids…H’mm.
I stuffed one foot in, then another, then slowly but forcefully lowered (wedged) myself into the cockpit. Wow, I’d made it all the way in, with minimal damage to the family jewels and back. Now as I’m squeezing like hell to get the seat belts buckled up, I start questioning just what the hell it is I’m trying to prove, or doing. I finally get the belts buckled…no need to tighten them. I’m patiently waiting, and then the track guard comes to check my belts and fire up the engine. Wuff….that actually sounds good. Vroom-vroooooom, as I revved the engine checking for throttle responsiveness. I actually felt my heart rate pick up a few extra beats. Then suddenly the track guy leans down and hollers for me to “Watch the lights….watch the lights!!!” Well, being an F1 fan, I knew what that meant, and this resulted in my heart rate picking up another 10 to 15 beats per minute. I had to calm myself down. I told myself “It’s just for fun RacerX, it’s just for fun.”
I don’t think it helped much. I position myself on the grid and the lights lit up. Whoa, this is great, my hearts pounding now, again I reminded myself “It’s just for fun RacerX, it’s just for fun.” Suddenly, I noticed the big marquee near the start/finish line. It had lap times posted, and then one special one in big numbers posted with a title “Fastest Time of the Day!” I didn’t stare too long, for fear of missing the start, but I happened to notice it read 51.473 seconds. Wow, a half mile covered in 51.473 seconds in these things must be fast! My heart picked up a few more beats then suddenly the lights changed and BAM: Green-Green-GREEN….
I’m thinking, wow, these helmets even have the little in car radio because someone’s telling me the lights are green….for go-GO-GO!!! I quickly realized it was actually me screaming “Green-green-green” in all the excitement. I stormed off full throttle. My right foot’s reflex didn’t miss a beat; it was flush on the floor and the engine was screaming. I was off to a flying start. It all felt so comfortable, so natural. I flew right into the first corner and gently braked instinctively with my left foot. Amazing how smooth and gentle it was with the brake pressure; almost like it’d done this before. For a moment my mind drifted at the thought of being a reincarnated kart champion, but quickly was brought back to reality as the first fast sweeping turn immediately became a sharp opposite direction slow turn.
...to be continued.....
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Post by RacerX on Jul 18, 2002 17:32:50 GMT -5
...comtinued from Entry 2001-362....
Wuff, I yanked hard on the wheel and immediately discovered that my knees were to close to the wheel. I just left a chunk of skin from my knuckles on my blue jeans, from snapping the wheel from a big lazy left hand turn back into and incredibly sharp right hand turn. Funny, I didn’t even feel the pain. No matter, I was too impressed with the symphony of the tyres screeching and engine screaming, hi-lighted by the rush of wind through the helmet. Simply awesome. I thought to myself; The Boston Philharmonic doesn’t sound this good!
After wild combination of several more twists and turn, I realized I was approaching the only straight on the track…where the start/finish line was painted. I pressed the pedal harder, as if asking for more gas. The engine screamed more and vrooom, I tripped the clock for a lap time of 52.633 seconds! Hey, there’s that helmet radio voice again, telling me “It’s just for fun Racer, it’s just for fun! Calm down, don’t push it.”
What, what do you mean fun? I just took my first ever lap in a kart & came less than 2 seconds from the fastest lap time of the day & you’re telling me it’s just for fun. I told the voice on the helmet radio to shut up, and decided I would push it some, to see just how close I could come to this Fast Time of the Day!
I attacked the first corner, aggressively accelerated out of the turn and pressed harder on the gas. My heart was pounding, but I couldn’t hear it, for the symphony was raging now. I turned, I braked, I braked, I turned, and there it was…the start/finish line for the second time….BAM; wow, a 51.629 second lap. I knew there was more time I could shave off, I knew I could do better. I hadn’t even approached the limits of the car yet, so I knew there was plenty ground to make up. I pushed harder the next time around, searching for each corners groove, desperately seeking the rhythm so many speak of….
I rounded the final turn and saw the line….I pushed, I pressed the pedal….I leaned forward thinking it would help the karts momentum…and finally it came…vroooom, I flew by the start/finish line and immediately looked for the timed result………(exciting, no?)….BAM, a 51.428 second flyer! I’d done it, I broke the fastest days’ time in only my third lap in a kart! I was so pumped, and I knew there was more where that came from. I battled thoughts of just how good I was, how fast I was, and how much of a natural I was. I have to admit, I was awesome! I was incredible! I was kicking major ass and it felt great. I tried to calm myself, and crank out another fast lap. I told myself I WAS the best, I WAS the fastest, I was the MICHAEL SCHUMACHER of karting! It worked, for my fourth lap I proceeded to blister another fast lap and again lower my previous time.
Now the pressure was on, could I lower my lap time again? The fifth and final lap was here, this was the moment. How would I respond? I pushed & pushed like never before. The tyres squealed louder, the engine roared back…I was a man possessed. I leaned into every corner, shifting my weight with every turn, and blasted my way through every turn. I was in the zone. It all felt so smooth. I did notice the red stain on my pants growing larger with each turn, but I had no time to bleed for I was blasting away at Father Time himself. And today, I was kicking his arse!
I crossed the finish line knowing I’d crushed the competition, and feeling I’d blazed a new track record for the day!!! I looked anxiously for the lit up board….waiting….waiting….then it confirmed my feelings; a 51.010 second final lap!!! “Yes, Yes, Yes!!!” I screamed into my imaginary helmet radio…I’d done it. I was the Michael Schumacher of karting, I was the king of the track, I was the fastest time of the day!!! Imediately after seeing this, my time jumped to the top of the lit board displaying the new fastest lap time of the day.
So Mr.Journal, what do you think of that? Pretty freaking great, eh? Yep, I kicked arse today. I kicked arse hard and often! I have to tell you, I can’t wait to get out there again. I know the year will come to a close in three more days, but I think I’ve found a new passion for next year. I want to kick more butt on the track.
...to be continued...
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Post by RacerX on Jul 18, 2002 17:34:04 GMT -5
...continued from Entry 2001-362...
OK, I better close this entry, I haven’t written this much in you on one day in I don’t know how long. Hope you didn’t mind. After all it was a kick ass story, no? What, what’s that you ask? OK, I’ll tell you this much, if you promise not to let anyone else read this. Here’s the deal, I know I set fastest time of the day and all, but the fact is it was Wednesday morning at 10:30am, and the only people who’d been on the track were a group of Girl Scouts who’d won some free laps for selling the most cookies. But that doesn’t change a freaking thing, OK! Hey, Hey….stop laughing….stop laughing or I’ll throw you into the fireplace & use you for starter material…..now, that’s better. Alright, if you promise not to laugh anymore, I promise I’ll go back on a week-end when there’s some real competition for Fastest Lap of the Day…and then we’ll both see where I really stand. I know you’re doubting my driving skills, but I swear I was awesome. I was incredible, I was the Michael Schumacher of karting today…regardless of what you say!
Good night Mr.Journal….you jack-ass!
Close Entry 2001-362
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Post by greg99 on Jul 18, 2002 18:02:45 GMT -5
MORE MORE MORE MORE MORE!!!!!!!!!!!!
Awsome RacerX, you are a true story teller - keep'em coming!
:Bounce: :Bounce: :Bounce: :Bounce: :Bounce:
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Post by dani on Jul 18, 2002 20:20:34 GMT -5
well done madman!!! You are truly a champion among, well... schoolchildren, but a champion nontheless!! and don't worry about talking to an inanimate peice of paper like it can actually respond to your domented ramblings, I think we've all done that at times! and at least you were fairly polite when addressing it! ;D keep those journal entries coming!!!!
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Post by Henrik on Jul 19, 2002 1:19:13 GMT -5
RacerX!
Outstanding! I can't wait to come back and read some more of your karting exploits.
Now I really want to set up another Shamu kart race, trying to round up as many members as possible.
Thanks, and keep 'em coming. You just made my day!
:Bounce:
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Post by OT on Jul 19, 2002 5:50:28 GMT -5
Rock and Roll....
....i was really waiting for something like: one of the kids beat your time and another one of the kids blocked you on your last flying lap - so you stormed off down the pit lane to punch out his lights....
hehehe....
....good stuff RacerX - don't stop now....
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Post by Topcontender on Jul 19, 2002 7:48:44 GMT -5
Don't worry about timing at indy. The place you will go to has LCD screens in the Karts that tell your time and after that you get a computer print out of how fast you went. Fastimes www.fastimesindoorkarting.com/
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Post by da_silva on Jul 19, 2002 10:04:40 GMT -5
Hehehe, Girl Scouts. Did you get any cookies for winning. LMAO.
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Post by RacerX on Jul 19, 2002 10:13:53 GMT -5
Thanks all, I hope you enjoy the rest as much. As for you, young da silva...patience, patience, your time is coming....LOL...fair warning! ;-)
OK, I want to throw in that I really don't have a journal, and that this is purely for humorous purposes....also; dani...thanks...I was wondering if anyone would understand the concept that I was writing in the journal as if it were a conversation with my imaginary friend...LOL, I didn't know if it would come across like that or not. Glad to see you caught it! I wrote in this sense alot when I was in school, & my English teacher always failed my papers saying she couldn't understand them...LOL...that bitch! ;-)
OK, back to the ravings of a Mad Man...more entries to come....
Later all, Rx
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Post by RacerX on Jul 19, 2002 10:20:22 GMT -5
Journal Entry 2002-51 Greetings again my no talking paper friend, how are you today? Never mind that, I have something important to share with you today! Do you remember at the close of this past year, right after Christmas, when I went karting & found a new love? It was incredible. I crushed opponents left & right. I mercilessly thrashed their candy arse with no sign of remorse or pit….what, hey…there’s that freaking laughing again. I warned you. Shut-up! Shut-up I tell you…stop laughing!!! Alright let’s see how hard you’re laughing after this entry you giggle box piece of sh…ok, ok, you’re right. I haven’t destroyed any real competition yet, and yes they were just a group of cookie pedaling girls…but I smoked them nonetheless!!! Now hear this, I have news for you. I shared my experience with a good friend whom happens to live halfway across the country, and guess what…he’s coming to town tomorrow AND he’s challenged me to a battle on the track. It seems he too doesn’t believe that I somehow transformed into the Michael Schumacher of karting. It seems he too laughed himself silly when he heard I crushed the karting dreams of a bunch of Girl Scouts. Well, after tomorrow, I’ll show him & you who’s really karting king! Yes, that’s right tomorrows victim will be a real challenge. What, what do you mean how do I know if he’s real competition or not? Oh, I’ll tell you how I know. Listen to this my little bitch: My competition tomorrow is the fiercest of all, He knows plenty about high speed & handling of machinery. He’s a freaking pilot in the airforce!!! He’s flown fighter planes, and all sorts of fast things, and he says his hobby is karting! He even informed me that he’s flown to Germany and actually raced on M$’s father’s track!!!! CAN YOU BELIEVE THAT? He’s actually raced on the same track where my idol grew up and learned all he needed to learn to become WDC!!!! He’s actually walked on the same track that my idol has walked so many times before… I’m so stoked about tomorrow, I’ll probably lick the sole of his shoes before I trounce his arse into the pavement! He’s the typical fast flyin’ pilot guy too; blonde hair, blue eyes, freaking mean, lean flying machine…I’ll have my hands full for sure…he, he…yes, that’s it…he’ll be my Mika!!! He’s the freaking Mika Hakkinen of karting…the flying fin, the master of speed…and I must get revenge for him setting foot on M$’s hollowed ground. How dare this bastard look like Mika & actually race karts on Schuey’s track? Yes, this will be my motivation, this will be my call to victory. I shall vanquish this great rival, this master of speed…if I crush him, surely I must be king…surely! I’ll show no mercy on this Mika of karting. When I’m done with him, his blonde hair will be scorched brown from my exhaust, his blue eyes will be speckled black from my tyre marble….he’ll meet his match, he’ll fall to his knees beginning for mercy, the wrath of Schumacher will be ruthless! I, the Schumacher of karting will crush this man…..be warned my Mika, be warned, for tomorrow you catch the wrath of Schumacher!!! What, what? What are you babbling about now. Hell yes I’m sounding a little over confident. That’s how great pilots psyche themselves up for the big one! I assure you, I’ll have to be at my best to conquer this man, he’s no cookie crunching girly man, he’s a true master of speed. I’ll need plenty of rest so I should close now & get to bed. Tomorrow won’t come soon enough! OK, good night my friend…Hey, I heard that…I heard that chuckle…stop it, stop it I tell you…you’re jumping on thin ice you little rat. Oh yeah, ok, whatever…you’ll see tomorrow my little Doubting Thomas…you’ll see. I will remain king of karting, I will bring respect back to the name Schumacher…vengeance is mine I tell you, vengeance is mine. Close Entry 2001-51
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