" Shut the car down!! You're done for the night." I have been around racing all my life and I have never witnessed something so intense. After 15 years, I am finally on a pit crew. Racing has taught me that I must be prepared for everything because one can never predict the future.
It all started one Saturday afternoon. I was riding my bike up to my buddy's house. I arrived around 2:30. I walked into the garage and started checking the car over. We had to change the carburetor from a two-barrel to a four-barrel. After that I started taking all the tools to the trailer. After I took all the tools to the trailer I walked up and helped wash the car off. Nice and clean, ready to load the car into the trailer. I rode on the side of the door down to the trailer. The car was winched in and three straps were put on the car to hold it in place. The door shut, and we headed to the track.
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Four hours until the green flag drops. Preparing the tires is very important for the traction. I needed to buff all the tires and clean the mud off them, by putting the car on jacks to keep the weight off the shocks. It takes a long time to get ready for the race. When the heat race came up, we walked over to the car and started it up to get the engine warmed up. While the car was running I added fuel to the tank. Heat race
number one we are starting fourth, eight cars, ten laps. The green flag drops running hard flying through corners. Four laps down, caution running third. I stand by the fence watching my buddy drive. Green flag drops again and they are off. Up to second place going strong. 1 lap to go running in first place coming around turn four to take the checkered flag. All the preparation worked, only but one more race to
As a barrel racer, I have gone to a lot of shows and rodeos with my pony. My pony was diagnosed with moon blindness, caused from a bacteria called, leptospirosis, that got into his eyes. As he starts going blind he relies more on me, especially with barrel racing because he has to watch out for the barrels so he can turn tighter and not tip them over, but he can not do that because it is very hard for him to see.
The morning has came it’s race day your heart is pumping you are ready for the announcer to say 10 seconds!!!!!You are talking to your friends before the race and the
Race day will either be filled with one race of a few, very fast miles or a fraction of that in dead sprint. While a track athlete can always count on racing around the oval in track, and never lose sight of the finish line; cross country sees a course of winding hills and trails that can leave me wishing it were track season. No matter the sport, I am running against the clock at the bang of the gun. I always find myself pushing harder and harder to beat not only the clock, but the next girl in front of me. For both of these sports race day is a little different, but it is always the most
I picked up my starting blocks and walked over to the white line along with the seven other girls right beside me. I rubbed the bitter cold from my arms, and took a deep breath. I went to work setting up my blocks, dropping the footholds into the slots that fit my specific measurements. The starter announced that we would have two more minutes to take some practice starts before he would call us to the line. I got down in my blocks, rose up, and finally sprang out of them, just as well as I had been doing in practice the day before. I could not have been more ready for my eighth grade Mid-Southern Conference track meet.
As we pull into the racetrack I look around. There are a ton of trailers which means a ton of cars, which also means a ton of people. Aside from all the diversity we all love the same thing, racing. We all unite together, we are all there for the same reason and we all have the same goal. To win the Kyle Larson Outlaw Kart Showcase. One day, two Nascar drivers, three classes, over 225 cars. The biggest outlaw kart race in history to ever be held, and I’m apart of it. I can feel the tension of everyone around me, whispers of people talking about all their set-up ¨secrets¨
David couldn’t hear anything but the power of the engine bursting into life. David was in 5th place while Joe was well ahead. David eased into 3rd place and 2 laps to go, he had to up his game. David was anxious and struggling to move to first but the lack of speed from the racer in front of David cost him the price. Eventually David was in 1st place, But not for long because out of nowhere Joe rushed and smashed into David straight away. According to the rules of the race, smashing into each other was acceptable. David had no choice but to smash into Joe as well.
Growing up as a kid having a whole hot wheels car collection that filled up a whole milk carton crate I would have expected to fulfill my dream of being a nascar driver. Well a kid can dream, but as I got older that dream seemed pretty far fetched due to my interests progressing towards computers and my truck getting horrible gas mileage so going fast isnt an option.
One, Two, Three, and bang I hear the pistol goes off. I start to run as fast as I can go from the fear of staying behind. I had to do that process every single week; I didn't really like it a lot; I was nervous and scared but I didn't stop I just kept on going. The training wasn't fun either I hated it. I was always tired and I was in pain most of the time. Track was something new for me; I wasn't the best at it but, my friends kept on pushing me to work harder and become better.
Your Vehicle: Always check your vehicle to make sure it can actually handle such an intense experience. Take it into the mechanic for a once over, if necessary.
I was lining up to race the 200 at the biggest meet of the season, besides State of course. I was very nervous for this race because for some reason, they had put me in the slower heat. I was upset that I wouldn?t be running with the best girls and knew that I
Going into the first race we had not expected much since Susan and I had never run this type of race. There were so many crucial things that we had to remember. It wasn't just to get out of the blocks and burn up the track; there was a baton involved, a certain amount of steps to take, and even a certain way to hold the baton.
At the starting line, I was really nervous at the start of the race because it was our first
It was a summer day. One where the sun was out, but it doesn’t feel like it. You could hear the soft breeze flowing through the air. My dad had gotten tickets to a motocross race. So we walk through the slushy, wet grass over to a white toll booth and hand them our tickets and we get through the gate. My dad and I walk a fair while before there was a decent seat. We found one on the side of the hill where some of the bikes would come through. Then we hear the roar of the engines. Woosh! They are off to the races. One flies past us. Then the whole group. They come back around about a minute later and they stop.
and waited for my turn to race. Little did I know that my first race would end up in disaster, a blown engine. All of the hard work and dedication. towards my car seemed to be a futile effort because of the bad results. & nbsp;   ; After we pushed my car back to the pit area, we took apart the engine, looking for the problem. I immediately found it to be a bent cam.
was the challenge. If I were to just simply run this race, it would be