My second time out, I hit the wall (see a few posts back). This was the result:
Actually, that is what the car looked like after about 4 hours of pounding, pulling, twisting, sledgehammering good times! It was a really frustrating afternoon last Friday. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to race that night – actually I wasn’t sure the car would ever be race ready again. It was pretty twisted and things not quite lining up right.
But, with despair hovering like the stench of a dead carcass, I pulled it out to the track anyway, knowing that I might not be able to race and hoping against all mechanical logic that it would be ok. I didn’t get there during practice, so I was a little anxious for my chance to time in. Just wanted to see just how the car would run and handle. Got all my gear on, buckled up, etc. and turned the key… nothing.
A battery cable was loose enough that the juice couldn’t flow, so nothing happened. Got that adjusted and started and turned off the car several times and ready for the trophy dash. Went to line up for the start… all geared up… buckled… nothing. This time, I worked out a better solution to the problem.
Despite missing the time in, and the trophy dash, I was ready for the heat. I’d won two heats in previous weeks, but that was before smashing the face of the car into the wall of Turn 4. Determined to take it easy (not sure that means a whole lot to anyone driving a car on a race track), I headed out for the heat. Things felt pretty good. I was right with the leaders and made one move to the outside for a pass, but when the back end started to slide out again I decided to not push it too much. So I finished third in the heat.
After waiting for the other classes, it was time for the main. I got held up a little bit behind a slower car at the beginning, but made it around him without too much problem after a bit. I settled into second spot, but was really pushing the leader (and by pushing, I mean following very closely – and by very closely, I mean inches). I worked my way to the outside of him and passed on the outside WITHOUT ending up in the wall. After that I pretty much checked out and finished about a half a lap ahead of the second car. A much better ending than the week before!
I got this trophy and I’ll get a check this Friday for winning, but a really cool and unexpected thing was a little deaf boy who’d drawn a picture of me winning. He came up afterward to give me the drawing. It was pretty cool – and a good reminder of what’s important. I’m here to be a light for people. Even in the midst of competition and grease and banged knuckles and bent sheet metal, it’s about being an ambassador for Christ. I got a fan. Someone noticed me. May he see Him.