Off to Nanotrax for my weekly dose of radio controlled racing action. Extra pressure this week because our visitors come to watch; and it’s always important to show your son what a race ace you are.
Things go surprisingly well when I qualify 3rd out of six; much better than usual for me. And, in spite of my propensity for stuffing the car into the barrier, I manage to get through the first twenty minutes of the thirty minute race in third position, albeit hotly pursued and occasionally overtaken by young Australian who is much easier to beat when he is pissed; which he wasn’t this evening.
Then it all goes to shit when my car starts to behave erratically. Not clear what is wrong, until things get even worse when a tyre comes off, revealing that I was already down to three tyres; and now it refuses to run on only two. So I stand like a fool as the minutes tick away and my position slowly drops to last place. Oh the humiliation.
Things perk up a bit in the car on the way to dinner when my son and I outline a concept for an iPad game which will earn us him millions. My role will be to throw ridiculous and unworkable design ideas into the mix; he will do everything else. This will apparently earn me the title of Executive Producer which is good enough for me.
Dinner at O’Garas. Average food but an excellent pint of Guinness. Intend to sleep very well.
Comments 🔗
2011-02-07| Q’on saysmake sure you don’t let Dylan know you called him Australian lol
2011-02-08| Spike saysTalks like one, drinks like one.