Radio-controlled car racing

22/1/23

Now, this mistress has a son you know, from Hamilton and today he was racing near Tauranga. He thought she and I would like a small drive out to Teck Park where they race all kinds of cars. Oh, not ours pleasssse.

Gee this bloke is really tall, much taller than my mistress. He was well set up with his mates under the gazebo. Table for each, tools galore, and banter flying all around the place. They suck on these dummies things and puff out smoke, thinking they are s... hot. They say it calms the nerves, as it's stressful racing cars. They are only toys for goodness' sake. Oh, that's right it's serious business.  They even talked about him being the NZ champion in 2001. Clever Clogs Jeff.

I heard some swear words too because, after his first race, the air of calm was not. He blew a diff, then if that wasn't enough, he seized the motor too. If you're going to do a job, you may as well do it all properly I suppose. 

So, the banter across the table increased. His mate said, "hey race my spare car". 

The dust was flying off these things, and they need wings because they also fly from 1 hill to the next. They crash into each other, and marshals have to get them back on track. 

I sure hope that mistress doesn't get any ideas of flying from hill to hill in our Suzuki. There will be trouble if she does, and we don't want the red and blue lights following us.

Gee they were kept busy as they were always crashing or spinning out. 

The mistress was covered in the dirt too. HEHE, she showered before going out too. 

So, would you believe he won the race? Clever lad her son and his mate were pleased his car won. 

 Going to the loo was a mission, as she had to drive to find it and found it to be a hole in the ground. She wasn't impressed but I guess these blokes don't worry about these things. 

Anyway, was a good day out and something very different from the usual sightseeing.

Mother and Son bonding she says!!