I am a few races behind on my blogs. I apologize for not getting them together sooner. Finding spare time to blog isn’t an easy task. This particular post is probably going to be pretty bland since the details aren’t fresh in my head.
Saturday, July 7, 2012:
Mason actually won the gold plate class at Arthur Raceway. It was such a relief after working so hard on
the setup to finally get him back to the front of the pack. He ended up placing second in the purple
plate class.
Friday, July 13, 2012: Earlier in the week, Rick asked Mason how he
felt about going back to Owosso to race.
Mason responded with “as long as I don’t lose another tire this time”. So we headed out to the track for only our
second time ever. Mason made a lap and ½
of practice, when one of his wheels flew off.
I was stunned. What are the
chances of us only racing that particular track two times and both times,
losing a wheel? I was ready to pack up
and head home. Truth is though that it
wasn’t any fault of ours this time that he lost a wheel. I had purchased a used set of wheels and
tires off of a karting forum and we were scammed big time. They were complete junk and I totally got
taken on them. The rims were just
trashed and didn’t even match. We fixed
the studs in the hub and got him back out on the track. Mason came in third place.
Friday, July 20, 2012:
We woke up early and took off headed for Cerro Gordo, IL. It was supposed to be about an 8 hour
trip. Trenton decided to stay home with
grandma and visit a buddy rather than go with us this trip. So, Rick, my dad, Mason and I were chatting
along in the truck when we got about 2 hours away, just on the other side of
Lansing, when the truck just completely died.
Rick got us off onto the shoulder of I-69. We waited for it to cool down and tried and
tried to get it to fire but it wouldn’t.
I made call after call to repair shops in the area to see if they could
even get us in if we were able to get it started. Finally, one shop agreed to tow us and the
trailer to another diesel shop to have the truck checked out. So after waiting another hour or so, two tow
trucks showed up; one to tow our truck and one to tow the trailer. The diesel
mechanic checked out our truck for about an hour and a half only for it to fire
up and not find any solid problems. At
that point we at least needed to get home.
We elected to leave the trailer over there while we took our chances on
limping the truck back home. I guess
Rick decided to put the truck to more of a workout and we ended up driving an
extra 120 miles out of our way. Actually
Rick just missed his exit and didn’t realize it for like an hour. So we backtracked. Between Rick, my dad and I we had the
cellular towers burning up trying to find a vehicle to use to get us back on
track to go racing. We weren’t ready to
give up on the trip just yet. At this
time Mason was only 4 points out of 4th place for the series. If we missed this race, we knew we would never
be able to catch up and might as well call it quits at that point. So we called and called and after no luck we finally
decided to attempt to take my dad’s truck on the adventure. About 30 minutes from my dad’s house, we
realized that his truck didn’t have the correct trailer plug on it to even be
able to hook the trailer up to it. As we
sat at my dad’s house trying to decided what to do (we at least had to get back
to get the trailer), my mother showed up with her Trailblazer. Mason took a look at the trailer plug and
said “grandma’s truck has the right plug”.
We all pretty much looked at each other and shrugged our shoulders and
piled in. It was a really sketchy ride
and we could only do about 60 mph but we eventually showed up to the track at
3:00AM Saturday morning. Just a little
bit longer that our original destination time of 4:00PM Friday afternoon. (Note:
during this time we also had a 30 minute detour trying to find a gas
station at one point in the middle of nowhere.
I swear we were probably running on fumes. Rick was pretty relieved when we found one
and I have to say, I truly thought I was going to throw up.) Talk about an emotional roller coaster we went
on during this trip. We kept asking
ourselves, “At what point do we just give up?
Is there some higher power that it trying to keep us from this race?” When we arrived, we all climbed into the
trailer where Rick and my dad slept on their gravity chairs and Mason and I
slept on the bench in the trailer. A few
hours later, we were up and being greeted by our fellow racers. As usual, the racing was hard. Mason was running pretty much in 10 place for
the practices and time qualifications.
We tried this and tried that, only to come up with the conclusion that
we just couldn’t find any speed. These races
are so hard to tune in because there is so much time in between that the track
conditions change every time Mason is out on a run. Finally come feature time, Mason went out and
looked good. I was so nervous and
uneasy. I just kept pacing the dirt
thinking about all we went through to get to that race. I just had a bad feeling that I couldn’t
shake. During the race there we a couple
cautions and they had to restart the race a couple of times. The officials left the lapped two karts in
the middle of the pack which just so happened to be right in front of Mason by
one kart. This just meant Mason had to
work that much harder to get around these karts that weren’t even technically
on the lead lap. Well, he eventually
made it around the kids in front of him and the lapped traffic. He ended up taking the checkered flag in 5th place out of 14. We were ecstatic! Even
though at this point, I would have been happy with a last place finish, as long
as my baby wasn’t hurt, it felt great to get that 5th place
finish. We are so proud of Mason and the
way he pulled himself together after such a bad start to the trip and such a
long day of struggle. We ended up
sleeping another night in the trailer and woke up early Sunday for the long agonizing
trip home. The trip home went very
smoothly. We walked in the door and… no
power! Really?!? Lol.
Ultimately, I have come to the conclusion that the lesson we were
supposed to learn on this trip was that we can do anything we put our minds
to. When you have to work hard for what
you want, it means so much more that if it were to just come easy. Dream Big…Work Hard.
