--I'm walking up to the pin to stage the car which is odd because parents obviously don't stage their son's car. I notice that the wheels spin pretty roughly and I realize we hadn't reprepped or even oiled them.
--I ask one of the other dad's staging his son's car if he would let us borrow some oil. He says no problem and unscrews a jar that has a brush attached under the cap. He slings a heavy brown goop over the tops of our wheels and I asked if this is what he used and he said yup. The goop slowly makes it's way down the sides of the wheels and I'm thinking it will work into the hub somehow.
--I try to wipe the excess goop off the wheels as I walk to the pin but the same guy says it's against the rules to wipe off the goop so I try to slyly wipe it off.
--The pin drops and the cars are neck and neck then at the transition there is no flat section. THe cars just free ride off of the end of track and roll onto a section of packed dirt with no lanes. This area looks like a mini motocross track with turns and whoops and berms and whichever car rolls furthest wins.
--We place 3rd of the 3 cars and I tell my boy we did the best we could then the dream ends.
This is the only derby dream I've had. Anybody else dream about these darn races?
You are in luck there is help!
Lay off the sleeping pills and burn the midnight oil.
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- Darin McGrew
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The last one I recalled upon waking was months ago: For some reason, I was shaking President Obama's hand, and as our hands touched, static electricity sparked. I reflexively recoiled from the shock, and then every Secret Service agent in the room piled on top of me. Then I woke up.