Fat Guy Follies

My buddy Dan says that if you give a man enough beer, a welder and a $5 garage sale crash helmet, he will come up with something to race. Lawnmower racing is proof of Dan's theorem. It was Saturday Night, so it was off to the El Reno Lawnmower races.

Ken and Michelle's son Bailey was racing and we were there to lend moral support.

Now Bailey is not old enough to drink, but he does understand the value of haywire and duct tape.

Just like the go-carts that I used to ride as a kid, lawnmower racers spend more time fixing than racing, and a lot of the races are won through attrition, rather than skill or speed.
Lawnmowers are not exactly designed for racing, much less racing around corners, but that doesn't stop these racers.

An inherent high center of gravity means they do not turn very well. This means that more often than not, Bailey was up on 2 wheels in the corners.

Lawnmower carburetors are not designed to flow fuel when the lawnmower is about to roll over, so as soon as he tips it, the engine coughs and loses power. I think Bailey needs to get one of my snowmobile carbs as I can attest to the fact that they work well, even upside down.
Anyhow it was lots of fun and apparently the Onion Burgers served at the track are the best in the state. As it was my first onion burger, I had not frame of reference, but it was good and messy.

Cheers
Off to the gargae sale Bryan