Local car club (article 3)

The car clubs activities extend to include Karting, but lets just say they take it far more seriously than anybody ever should. Also many member boast a rather large paunch making getting into the karts difficult.

Bland Prix

Pulse racing, sweat pouring, breath catching as he sets off to karting. With glory beckoning, he can not contain his enthusiasm. The mere thought of burning rubber, exhaust fumes and the blur when speeding down the track, entices him to race down the road towards the track. He arrives...

With conditions mimicking the Bahrain grand prix of 2004, in every way save the complete chaos that reigns. He dons his race gear as though preparing for presidential inauguration. He psychs himself up for his qualifying lap. With his starting position firmly established he converses with his fellow team mates.

Distinguished guests are shocked and honoured as the first lady (of SCCN) graces them with her presence, bearing a buffet of delicacies consisting of lemon creams. For appearance sake only, they but stay a moment before some depart to retail therapy and others partake in the tradition of sarcasm.

With visions of being the next Schumacher, the racers head out to the track. Slipping into

Encountering some resistance, they find their seats and mentally prepare for what lies ahead. All teams stand ready to switch in this intense relay. The race begins. Facing blow-outs, ​

​ breakdowns and some severe vehicular abuse, the racers press on. A young racer surges ahead only to plow into a pensioners kart.​ The track is chaos and vehicles are few. Sun, sweat and tears as the racers stagger from cars. No winner is announced and all dreams of glory fade.

The day comes to an end, much has been gained and lost in this strenuous, monstrous, unconventional and over exuberant karting race.