February 22, 2012 by Kim
It comes in many different forms.. depending on the beholder
For some, the entire world and everything they held close to their heart would have to shatter around them… for the disappointment to take hold
For the rest… it can be much less
So very much less…
Let’s discuss our resident racing super-star, Tiny Racer (TR) As stated previously TR is no-holds-barred, balls to the wall, RaceRaceRace. Win WinWin. If it contains a motor, TR will attempt to lap you… twice. TR knows victory and TR knows pain. TR doesn’t travel to the hospital in a common ambulance… Oh, no… TR gets transported by helicopter. Mercy Air, bitches…
Unfortunately, with all the continuous excitement surrounding TR… he doesn’t quite know how or when to take it down a notch
Over this last weekend Hubs, TR and some of their buddies banded together for a good old-fashioned shed raising…
From the bits and pieces that I saw, regarding their efforts, the shed was being a complete bitch…. At some point, during assembly, the shed decided to open a can of whoop ass on TR
TR’s fiance was the first to notice that he was in distress….
***side-note… TR’s fiance needs her own name…. from here on out she will be referred to as CC***
***What’s that? You want to know what CC stands for? Well, let’s just say it’s the name of her chase truck team… Cooter Chase***
So, CC saw noticeable anxiety covering TR’s face… He was cradling his damaged knuckles and staring blankly up into the sky. One solitary tear rolled from underneath his sunglasses and hung suspended from the edge of his chin.
This wasn’t right… Racers don’t cry… this was really, really… super wrong
CC immediately asked TR if he was OK. He responded with a slow twitchy nod… which finally dislodged the sorrow-filled tear from its position on his chin…
“I cut my knuckles” he quietly replied, eyes still scanning the horizon
CC and I glanced nervously at each other, wondering if he had finally taken that last step into Crazy-Town
and then it dawned on us….
Tiny Racer was waiting for Mercy Air to arrive
What an enormous disappointment it must have been, for him, to merely receive a squirt of Neosporin and a Winnie the Pooh Band-Aid, instead