Snippet of a story I posted elsewhere, was about a kart-racing experience with my brother (in those days we were regulars at the local indoor track):
I still laugh at the 2nd thing a track official said to me though:
First he said: "Are you okay?", then he asked "If you want to, you can have another go for free"
Instead I got the hell home and drank a couple of beers
At no point during or after the 'incident' did I really feel that my life was threatened, but when I was rationalising this the next day I realised that bad things could've happened if it was a retard/kid sitting in my kart instead of me, or any person not capable of exiting the thing as swiftly as I did.My brother was right up my ass (not like that ), and suddenly after a chicane I heard an odd noise, and something heavy flew onto my arm. I initially thought my brother hit me very badly and his front wheel slided onto my front, but then I instinctively pushed the object to my side with my right elbow, and as my eyes followed it I noticed that it was the goddamn engine, or at least some part of it. I noticed the fuel line had snapped, and fuel (LPG, I think?) sprayed over the kart, and presumably myself. I was still rolling up a bridge when this happened, but obviously I unbuckled my seatbelt and tried to get out asap.
As I got up, it happened; I obviously didn't see it directly, but I could feel the heat behind me, and everything behind me appeared to lit up. I jumped out and started checking if I was on fire; fortunately not, but when I looked behind me, the entire kart was in flames. My brother came running towards me, asking me if I was OK, and then a track official with a fire extinguisher ran past me and started extinguishing the flames. (in the end it took two extinguishers to completely douse the flames) It was only at this point that I realised what had just happened. People were lining up at the 'sky box' and the next wave of drivers came down the stairs and started asking what the hell just happened etc...
I still laugh at the 2nd thing a track official said to me though:
First he said: "Are you okay?", then he asked "If you want to, you can have another go for free"
Instead I got the hell home and drank a couple of beers