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I had some braid issues at the start of the BRM race and came in last, but after fixing the braid I set a new lap record of 6.8 and some change.

No worries Bill, sounds like a good choice and smart move. Lousy drive on an odd Thursday but that's just the way it is.

  I've told Chris that we should look that direction for after retirement. We looked about a year ago, but if I had to deal with that traffic every day I might loose my tentative grip on reality.

They definitely look more like chrome rather than silver paint I recently read a post that after it's dry you can polish it with a soft cloth to make it even shinier but I haven't tried it yet.

   I originally bought all three sizes, (slow boat from China) but I find that I use the 1mm and the 2mm far more than the 4mm particularly with the 1/32 scale stuff.

Al and I noticed, but Monte looked so thrilled we kept our mouths shut.

It was a very nice car, very smooth and quiet, quick too. At the same time Greenman was having a very good driving night, staying in the slot and going like the dickens. Well done Greg.

Proxies? Proxy cars? Funny you should mention that. At the moment I have I believe 9 cars involved in or committed to 5 different proxies (Can you spell JUNKIE?). You would think I would be out of cars for local races, but truth be told due to my meager building skills, when I'm building a car for any given proxy I usually build two (JUNKIE). Invariably one always seems to work better than the other. So it appears I'm on board and ready to go.

As for the proxies themselves, the things I enjoy the most are, learning, I learn more with every build. Seeing how other people put cars together, more learning. Driving the occasional car that I'll probably never own or build.

Our local racing is about every two weeks sometimes once a week and sometimes three weeks apart. Since the proxies tend to stagger around the calendar it gives you something to follow in between our own racing.

I also like supporting the proxies because there are a lot of racers out there that don't have any nearby groups to race with so a proxy is their only form of competition I spent twenty five years in Central Oregon not knowing anyone else was racing. When I thought my daughter was old enough I bought a set and set it up, but her main interest was to stop in front of the buildings so she could go in and shop. Now we have grandkids that are getting to the point of being able to keep a car in the slot, they seem to include another shopper and three extremely competitive little boys.

As far as our local racing most of the cars we already own a fit into the classes (classic sports car might need to be motored down) It would just be a matter of reorganizing the races them selves.

That's enough from me, time to go work on the garden. See I do some other things other things beside playing with toys. I wonder how I can fit an outdoor railroad into the garden.

Any day that ends in a Y suits me just fine. But then, I've always been easy.

Congratulations Chris on a hard fought and well earned first place finish. Nobody let you walk away with the series, you had to work for it.

Congratulations to Bill for putting this series together it was enjoyed by many. I can hardly wait to hear what we will run next year. Hopefully next year I won't have such a slow start.

To offset the loss of Too Bad Motorplex maybe next year we will have a couple of new tracks to spread the racing around. I have contractors coming out next week to give us an estimate on re-piping the house, this may involve losing sections of the downstairs ceiling. We'll have to complete this before we can move further on the room where the track will be. At least it's moving forward.

Looks great Monte. I assume we'll be chasing you around in GT Class? Looking forward to it.

Glad you found it Rico. Thanks Monte and Victoria for a fun afternoon of racing, and Victoria, that soup was wonderful.

So, you're not quite ready for the road between Timberline Lodge and Government Camp? I made that run on a Sled, Christmas day 1971. 6 miles of absolute thrills mixed with a fair bit of terror. Dad was a little miffed when he heard about it.