Karting, 24-04-2007

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Another trip karting, another bruised back. And another trophy.

I wasn’t meant to win, though. I’d been invited out by my brother to join his company’s karting event. I’d promised not to whip them and would even throw the event if need be. Some might consider that arrogant, but experience has taught that, with corporate karting events, I can be fairly confident I’ll be near the sharp end of the grid, if not on pole.

On the day, I misjudged things a little. My first flying qualifying lap turned out to be quick enough to put me on pole, even though I felt I’d held a little back. Ooops. Then, when the race started, my only concern was to avoid getting injured from some over-exuberant T-boning action. I managed that, but it also meant that I got quite a few lengths’ lead in the first few corners. If I’d backed off at that point, it would have been very obvious and quite insulting. I had to accept the truth — I’d blown it.

From that point on, I figured I might as well enjoy myself and ending up lapping nearly everyone (on a 70-sec lap circuit). Oh well. Guess I’ll not be invited back, but that’s no great problem — there was no real competition to help me improve anyway.

Now that is arrogant. ;-)

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