Pete McKay
12-26-2008, 01:59 AM
This morning the first annual Breakfast Club Invitational was held at Sequoia Speedway. It involved 4 cars, 4 drivers and the loser had to fix breakfast.
The cars are donated by Mike King, and were driven by Sarah (pink), Yoshi (white), me (red) and Sarah's sister Maya (orange). All of them were brand new XT's with black cat silicones.
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The format was 25 laps in each lane, the winner would be the person who spent the least amount of time to complete 100 total laps. You would have to drive all 25 laps in each lane for time. Rock-paper-scissors determined who got to pick which lane they wanted first, and Yoshi took lane 3.
I won the first two rotations but it was close, nobody was more than two laps down. Cars were running in the 2.3 to 2.5 seconds per lap category. On the third rotation I crashed, Yoshi crashed into me and it took about 10 seconds to get up back on the track. Sarah won that rotation with Maya finishing second. I finished last but the times were still pretty close. The last rotation saw me in lane 3, the best lane, and Yoshi was inside me in lane 2. We were neck-and-neck for about the first 15 laps then Yoshi leaned on me going into 3, de-slotted me and then lapped me. On lap 21 he did it again, so on lap 24 I parked entering turn 1 and let him hit me, taking himself out and then I took off. I finished second behind Sarah, Yoshi finished third. I felt confident my time was close enough to Sarah that I had one, so I began placing my order.
Well, to make this long story short...I made a wonderful ham and egg omelet with sour dough toast and fresh squeezed OJ for everyone. My finishing time was 2.3 seconds slower, what amounted to one single lap, than Sarah's for the 100 laps. I beat Yoshi, but in an attempt of exacting revenge I let the bigger picture of victory slip through my fingers. I also made sure his omelet got some extra Tabasco as well. Sarah celebrated her first slot car victory by doing what she calls her Girl Gone Wild dance, by jumping on the couch and spinning her imaginary cowgirl rope, and finishing up with her six-shooter fast draw. It was something she learned from a movie as a kid.
The cars are donated by Mike King, and were driven by Sarah (pink), Yoshi (white), me (red) and Sarah's sister Maya (orange). All of them were brand new XT's with black cat silicones.
http://i192.photobucket.com/albums/z262/FresnoPete/DSC00168.jpg
The format was 25 laps in each lane, the winner would be the person who spent the least amount of time to complete 100 total laps. You would have to drive all 25 laps in each lane for time. Rock-paper-scissors determined who got to pick which lane they wanted first, and Yoshi took lane 3.
I won the first two rotations but it was close, nobody was more than two laps down. Cars were running in the 2.3 to 2.5 seconds per lap category. On the third rotation I crashed, Yoshi crashed into me and it took about 10 seconds to get up back on the track. Sarah won that rotation with Maya finishing second. I finished last but the times were still pretty close. The last rotation saw me in lane 3, the best lane, and Yoshi was inside me in lane 2. We were neck-and-neck for about the first 15 laps then Yoshi leaned on me going into 3, de-slotted me and then lapped me. On lap 21 he did it again, so on lap 24 I parked entering turn 1 and let him hit me, taking himself out and then I took off. I finished second behind Sarah, Yoshi finished third. I felt confident my time was close enough to Sarah that I had one, so I began placing my order.
Well, to make this long story short...I made a wonderful ham and egg omelet with sour dough toast and fresh squeezed OJ for everyone. My finishing time was 2.3 seconds slower, what amounted to one single lap, than Sarah's for the 100 laps. I beat Yoshi, but in an attempt of exacting revenge I let the bigger picture of victory slip through my fingers. I also made sure his omelet got some extra Tabasco as well. Sarah celebrated her first slot car victory by doing what she calls her Girl Gone Wild dance, by jumping on the couch and spinning her imaginary cowgirl rope, and finishing up with her six-shooter fast draw. It was something she learned from a movie as a kid.