INTO THE SUMMER… a busy time (Part 173w)
Betsy and
Ra had brought plenty of food and beer for the after race celebration…
and it was needed. The promoter required that everybody be out of the
pits by midnight so, in anticipation, Cliffy drove the car right up the
ramps and onto the hauler. The winning car always got a lot of attention
especially when the gates to the pits were opened to the public after
all the cars were off the track. I had one big surprise when that
happened… Bret (from the bank) showed up. As I’ve written, at the picnic Bret had
the job of running the merry-go-round which put him in contact with just
about anybody who had kids. A couple of his old friends from school
happened by and told him they were going to see C J (a classmate of
theirs) race and, as he told me, “twisted his arm” to get him to go
along. He said he knew his wife would be upset but decided to tag along.
It was the first time he’d seen Cliffy race since I’d become a part
owner of the car. Of course I’d kept him up to date on our trials and
tribulations but I got the impression he was impressed with what he saw.
C J and his father “Seeg” stopped by to congratulate Cliffy. Freddy and
his wife, Gerry, also paid us a visit. Gerry worked in the scoring
tower with Beth but seldom came down into the pits after the races. She
had young kids at home so she’d often take off as soon as her job was
done. But, on this night she was still there and accompanied Freddy as
he stopped by. I’ve written about C J and his fan club (mostly girls and
young women) who wore white pants and, white polo shirts with C J’s car
number (1) printed on them. Basically, Freddy’s fan club amounted to
his wife and sister in law. Since his own car color had been white with
red numbers the two women were wearing basically the same combination
and looked like they were part of C J’s entourage. However, even though
Gerry was only around 5 feet tall she was more filled out than most of C
J’s group… and didn’t mind showing it. As soon as I saw her I ducked
behind the group talking with Cliffy to get a ‘rear view’… and was
somewhat rewarded.
Gerry had sat on something that was
dirty (fancy that, at a race track) and the result was a highlighted
VPL. The arc of the crotch stood out significantly. Not as big a a pair
of Van Raalte panties or even Kayser, it was still larger than most. Of
course I was ’stimulated’ and would love to have known what kind of
panties she was wearing. But, she had her shirt tucked in so a DP was
out of the question. There were a few other visitors that offered a bit of
interest but with the poor lighting in the pits, the looks were fleeting.
When the security guys came by to tell us pack it all up, Cliffy, Dick and Alan
were in no shape to drive. That left me. I’d never driven any truck and
this one was a big F600 cab-over Ford with a race car on the back. It
looked daunting to me when I realized that I was going to have to steer
this monster some 50 or so miles. Another problem for me to overcome was
that the transmission, although standard, had more gears to go through
than I’d ever handled. A four speed in my car was about it. Dick said
he’d do the shifting for me, choosing the right gear at the appropriate
time. It was a little after midnight when we pulled out of the pit gate.
About
the only positive thing I can remember is that we made it back to the
shop. Numerous stalls (poor footwork with the clutch pedal) and a fear
of going too fast. I quickly found out that the steering box had some
‘play’ in it which meant it took a second or two for the truck to react
to my turning the steering wheel. I was certainly glad to climb out of
the cab back at the garage. The next obstacle was in getting home. Beth
had dropped Ra and her two boys off and I’d driven right past my house
on the way to leave Dick off. Alan lived just a short distance away so
dumped him (almost literally) off at his house as well. Cliffy was out
cold curled up on the seat beside me. But, Beth was ‘on the ball’ and
showed up to get Cliffy and willingly took me home as well. It was
after 2am when I walked into the kitchen.
The was a
note taped to the kitchen door window telling me to get in touch with Rex. He
was the property manager at the sailing club and I was puzzled why Elle
would leave me a note knowing I wouldn’t be home until after midnight.
It certainly didn’t make me very comfortable as I tried to go to sleep. I
was awake when one of Elle’s alarms went off to get her up for a
bathroom visit. She was no help as to what was so important which made
my efforts for sleeping even more difficult. I was up and dressed by 8am
and called Rex. What he had to tell me was ‘mind-blowing’. It seems
that the guy who harassed me at the club and had taken a swing at me the
previous week had sued the club. He was also suing the township since
the incident had taken place on either their beach or the beach owned by
the sailing club and he was covering all bases. Rex added that I could
expect to be sued as the two men who’d come to my defense had already
been served. I stood there holding the phone and not believing what I
was hearing.
A little later, at the club, I was able to
get some details. Someone knew something about the guy and his family and the
message I got was they were nothing but trouble. They lived in the city
and rented a cottage during the Summers. They’d applied to be members
the previous year and been turned down. I was told that he had been to
law school but hadn’t passed the bar exam but considered himself an
attorney. None of it explained what his real ‘beef’ was. It was just
something else to add to everything else I had going on. One thing it
did do was to upset me enough that I decided not to race. Elle had
already made that decision after two women had tried to make trouble for
her during the week. I wondered if they weren’t connected to the guy
who was doing the suing.
That pretty much meant
spending the day at home. When I returned and told Elle she seemed happy
and suggested that we get together with Mattie and Martha and possibly expose
them and their kids to some of the ‘sights’ of the area. We’d enjoyed the time we’d been able to spend with them at the picnic so I
thought it was a good idea and it got my mind off the lawsuits. I left
it up to Elle to make the arrangements with them. As it turned out, when
she went next door to ask Martha had a request. Without her husband
there that weekend their garbage hadn’t been taken to the landfill and
she wanted to know if I could do it for them. Mattie was at church and
it was still before noontime which seemed to give me enough time to make
the trip and return so I said I would. When I drove up their driveway I
was greeted with the sight of one of my favorite things… panties on a washline…
To be continued…
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