Gah! Another crappy 3rd Round Out for me as I lose to my arch-rival Jason Teal due to a double break-out. I could have hit the breaks before the finish line and
maybe, just maybe, won. But my car went so far under my dial it wasn't funny and Jason broke out, too, but only by about half as much. Temp was 92 and humidity 50% yet my car went faster than it had the whole day when it was cooler. The car was even running a little warmer than the previous round when the temp/humidity was the same so it shouldn't have been quicker. Damn EFI!
At least I stayed in 6th place in the Points and gained 2 points on the points leader who went out 1st round. 2 others ended up tied with him for 1st place, with Brian about to run the semi-finals when I left so he could potentially be in 1st place now ahead of Jose and Bill.
The "beach" was a great choice to relocate to as the wind off the jet ski lake made it feel at least 10-15 degrees cooler than our regular spot in the pits. I just wish I put sunblock on the
BACK of my knees/calves as I now have 2 really pink and really sore spots.
The rest of me got 3 coats of primer... er, I mean sunblock. I think we'll park at the beach the rest of the season until it starts getting cooler again.
But to the reason we moved after 2nd time shot...
Ken was already there when I got there at 9:15am. This other clown was not there yet. We make our 1st time shot at 10 and are backto our pit spots by 10:10 (at the LATEST) and again this clown was not there yet. However, sometime in the next hour this crackhead pulls in ahead of my car in the next row up (trailers typically take up more than 1 section/double row of parking). He then disregards the facts that Ken and I have been parked there with our hoods up all this time. He backs his car of his open trailer and stops maybe 8 feet from the front of my car. There are 2 garbage cans in front of Ken's car so I pull one close to his nose and one close to mine to designate that these are our spots.
The crackhead then flips out. Took me aback I must say as I wasn't expecting it. He starts getting in my face (well, not IN my face but close enough to get me riled) about 'why am I doing him like that'. He kept claiming (incorrectly) that he was there first and I was purposely trying to block him in. I argued that we were there first but he didn't want to hear it. Actually I think I only got 1 complete sentence out as every other time I tried to talk he cut me off cursing and yelling and, at one point, flapping his arms like a retard.
Since I knew I was in the right and also knowing I could easily put this guy on soft foods for a month I didn't back down. I never physically backed away. In fact, I stepped in on him at one point and had my hand towards his face when making a point. I was just waiting for him to make the fatal mistake of trying to swing at me. I was getting more and more riled up. However, the crackhead failed to "provoke me" into crushing his jaw.
At one point in the argument our female co-racer Corey pulled up, not knowing what was going on, and in mid angry-face arguing with the guy I turned smiled & waved at Corey and mouthed "hello" before turning back and resuming my angry-face stuff with crackhead boy. That was pretty funny.
And Ken is right, he is more ghetto than I am :P as crackhead stopped speaking clearly at times and I'd respond back with "what?". He took it as "what the f*** are you talking about, a-hole", when all I really meant half the time was "what? Speak english you idiot. I didn't understand anything you just said." Ghetto Ken understood but I didn't.
The wildcard was this guy's buddy who was the size of a small building and mostly muscle. Ken and I both expected this behemoth to step in the moment I smashed his scrawny little crackhead buddy (who I absolutely would have beaten down). Instead, he surprised me by trying to calm down his friend and pushing his friend back. He then doubly-surprised me by being really nice and calm and asking me in a respectful manner to move my car over to the other side of Ken's. No "please" or "thank you" but very nice about it nonetheless. I had the feeling this big guy "understood" me and could see that I wasn't afraid of his little friend. Because he was nice to me I was nice back but then turned agressive again the moment crackhead boy started saying sh-- again and the big dude took notice.
Crackhead is a regular Super ET racer. Not sure who the big dude is.
I moved my car to another spot nearby because the big guy was being cool about things. Had he not asked, I never would have moved the car. And we only went to the lake after our next time shot since we then realized it should be cooler over there (and it was).
Anyway, we're back over behind Ken's car, which was still parked next to crackhead, looking at the stand that he built for Corey, when I look over and see crackhead staring at me. I stare back and he immediately starts flapping his arms screaming "what are you looking at motherf-er?". I just stood there with my arms folded staring right back at him trying to think of a good comeback. I was about to grab my crotch and tell him to go F- himself (I good comeback if I must say so myself :P) when all of a sudden his gargantuan friend comes over and gets in front of Crackhead. Crackhead "tries" to get around him but the guy keeps roosterboy back and even pushes a gas can into his chest, I guess to tell him to shut up and fill the tank. I never moved or looked away and I was a bit bummed that I didn't even react fast enough to do my comeback. And I was
really riled that he didn't actually step because I wanted to seriously crush that little F--k. I'm finally back up to benching 200 and am in MUCH better overall shape than when I got into the faces of those punk-@ss jerkoffs last year at the track.
Ah... the warmth and laughs at Raceway Park.
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