 'Twas a bit different this time. Oi wuz a Poirate y'see. The new engine has a glitchy problem with my rev limiter. Occasionally it decides not to come on. That may not seem like much, but when you're piling into turn three way too hot it can be a tad exasperating. I guess now we try switching out the distributor and the tach' and maybe even the computer. I need bigger tires too now because when it does come on, I'm still only halfway down the straight when it cuts off the torque. Consequently I timed in with a crummy 17.6 sec. lap. Mr. Bell snatches the lap record by a smidgin, then Title holder Kris McKenzie snatches it right on back, the dirty swine. Now it stands at 16.529.
There were only twenty two or so cars there that night, and for the most part they were the veterans. The C-dash which is usually all rookie, had two rookies and me and Rick Sellers in his 240sx, #47. I managed to grab the win in a close run thing, and then Ricky reversed the roles in the heat race. Rick Sellers. Kris McKenzie.  
Since it was Pirates and Princesses day for the kids, some of us got into the idea and jolly japes ensued. Billys' girlfriend, Princess Brittany, (delightful in purple) did face painting for the kids. The ever-mischievous Wayne Goodwin had one of his demented-genius plans a-hatching and when Billy took the A-dash, I jumped into the back of his pirate racer and we plundered the winners circle for the trophy and Bills' car. Tiffany the trophy girl did her bit and ran screaming before I could capture her though, smart girl. The sad part was, my camera ran out of SD card space, leaving us with only these snaps.  
Billy desperately fought back for Tiffanys' honour, but his plastic cutlass snapped in two and I must say I could get used to driving that Prelude of his! There was a big A-main with everyone out there. Except for Jeff Sanca in #39, who got taken to the wall in a nasty tangle and wiped out in the heat. That sucked, he's a good driver that has had some bad luck at the track lately. I led for a good few laps until it was bandits at 6 o'clock! First Shuss, then Goodwin, Bell, Williams and McKenzie and Gazzer Radford. I kind of knew it couldn't last, but I can always hope. Anything can happen out there. If they all consquagulate each other, it's possible to get a lead on, but with 50 laps thats a bit much to ask for, and no, consquagulate is not a word. However, McKenzie did drop out for a pit with a technical problem. Mike Webb in #18 wound up halfway up the wall sideways when rookie Matt Ostermeier in #11 got himself totalled. Mikes' comment was, "I wish I HAD rolled, then at least I could say I've done it!" Honestly, you've got to wonder about the sanity of Hornet drivers. 'Mad Mike' Webb. Jeff Sanca.  
Wayne Goodwin Curtis Williams  
There was a cool bit when I saw Gazzers' Integra low and coming up fast, I held my line as he skimmed by inches away. What is also cool is when sweat trickles down your face inside the helmet as you're racing. It's like in the movies. Cool. Stupid, I know. It's still cool. Billy and Jordan Shuss apparently had a battle at the end, I saw none of that from where I was, but #21 held on and took the win. It was Fathers day on Sunday and it was one happy dad in the pits, so it's hard to grudge him that win. Damn his eyes. Jordan Schuss. Garry Radford  
I was happy in 6th doing my plunderdog thing, and those points boinked me back up to 11th spot in the standings from 14th. Breaking back into the top 10 could be quite a project as the names are a who's-who of badass drivers with sh*t hot cars. Next race in two weeks. 'Till then I'm playing street racer on facebook. The inimitable Mr.William James Bell. The inedible Mr.Brent William Postlethwaite.  
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