The Great Race

Well, it all started on Labor Day in Grantsville, Utah. David and I rode the "Beemer" out to the Larry H. Miller Motor Speedway to meet the boys. We had given them each a gift certificate for a birthday or Christmas which they hadn't used yet. John organized the day and invited a friend from work so we met at the Kart Center. My brother, Brent and his wife, Sharyn came later to join the fun. This is the before picture.
Chris, Brett, David, Conrad, John and friend, John.


When they had been properly instructed, they all suited up with helmets and neck protectors, chose a car and prepared for the race. Everyone wanted to win. There was some amount of bravado among the brothers.
I decided to be the holder of wallets, sunglasses, cameras, keys and be the official photographer.
On the left: Chris, Conrad then Brett.
On the right: John, David and John.
Gentlemen, Start Your Engines!

I was so happy that David's white helmet was so easy to see. I could find him anywhere. He, like the others, was passing everyone he could and having a great time.


Brett gave the sign of power and then was full speed ahead!

Chris lifted a tire going around this curve. It was the curve of many spin outs but not our guys although David clipped a young man who had spun out which resulted in David's Kark breaking. He had to wait for a rescue and a new Kart so he could finish. That young man continued on.

The After Picture.

In the end, everyone was tired and happy. It was a full hour of racing, broken into 15 minute segments. It was faster and more physical that you would think. They all want a "be back."

David, Johnny, Christopher, Conrad, Brett and Brent.

The studly men in my Winner's Circle.
Spencer and Randy should plan this on the next trip to Utah.