***There was a break
to allow the drivers to work on their trucks and to draw for the
eliminations. Carl drew the fourth round against the pink Toyota truck
called STINKER TOY.
The first round
went as the Boyce crew predicted; plenty of broken trucks. THE GARBAGE
TRUCK had a slow run, but ITCHY FOOT (a '65 Ford stake-bed) had a drive
shaft break and fly off nearly to the stands.
In the next run,
USA 6 7/8 put in a clean run, beating BEAR TRACKS, which caught on fire
right before crossing the finish line. In Round Three, SPECIAL DELIVERY
(an old UPS mail truck) took almost a full minute to creep across the
now-slightly compressed line of cars, but still won, as PRIME SUSPECT (a
battered Ranchero painted in primer and sponsored by a paint store)
puked its transmission approaching the dirt take-off ramp.
Carl was up next
and Emma leaned forward to give him a hug and a reassuring kiss on the
cheek, but poked him in the eye with the edge of her over-sized sun
glasses. Carl went to the staging areas with tears streaming from his
right eye, which was nearly closed and in severe pain.
Carl staged
against STINKER TOY and his heart pounded as the starter lined both the
pink monster trucks up, making sure that both were dead even. The
starting tree went from a red light, to yellow, hesitated a fraction,
then went green. Carl hammered the throttle and hit the take-off ramp
side-by-side with the Toyota.
Both trucks landed about half way down the row of cars, but the Toyota
emitted a loud crack, and the right front wheel flew off and flopped to
the field, followed immediately thereafter by the truck, which landed on
its side.
Carl fought the
steering wheel as the Killer Whale threatened to pull hard to the left,
but he managed to save it and chopped the throttle while rolling
smoothly over the last car.
Back in the pits,
everyone slapped Carl on the back and hooted and hollered. Carl beamed:
"One down!" The Boyce crew interrupted the mini-celebration:
"You gotta watch this next run. This is the man you got to beat if
you want to win all the marbles."
Arnold the pig
farmer in PIG PARTS R US, lined up against THE NUT CRUNCHER. Both rigs
left the line clean and hard, but Arnold launched the big Dodge almost
the complete row of cars, while NUT CRUNCHER chopped the throttle a tad
early. The PIG PARTS truck crossed the finish line about five feet in
front of the other truck, and was barely able to stop the Dodge in front
of the wall. Carl could now see that if you cleared all the cars, you
would definitely have to go through the tunnel to get slowed down. There
simply wasn't enough room otherwise.
Fascinated, Carl
watched the rest of the fist round eliminations. TRENCH DIGGER had a
clean run, while HOUND DOG looped out right after the take-off ramp and
landed on its roof.
In round seven, a
funky old Jeep CJ-5 easily beat a funky-looking Edsel when the transfer
case on the Edsel fell out on the ground on the approach to the ramp.
In the last round,
a bizarre looking Checker taxi-cab bodied rig rolled sideways across the
finish line in front of a truly ugly International pickup that was
blowing steam like a locomotive boiler. Oddly enough, the boxy looking
Checker body looked completely undamaged in spite of the roll-over.
That left eight
trucks to do battle in the second go-round. THE GARBAGE TRUCK matched up
against USA 6 7/8 and literally left the USA rig standing at the
starting line when the engine blew up in an oily smoky cloudy ka-boom!
Carl was up next
against the mail truck, SPECIAL DELIVERY, and had a relatively easy run
when the ex-UPS truck veered of the row of cars when the tie-rods
snapped and almost took out the ambulance near the hot dog stand before
coming to a halt.
Arnold the pig
farmer was up next, pitting the PIG PARTS R US truck against THE TRENCH
DIGGER. It was a close run, but Arnold jumped a bit further and nearly
cleared the row of cars in the air, giving him another tight win. Again,
he barely was able to stop his Dodge.
Carl was curious.
"I thought that Arnold guy was gonna jump all the cars?"
The Boyce crew had
the answer: "Only if he has to. You see, he had a slight edge on
the other truck as they approached the jump ramp, so he didn't need to
charge any harder. But I'll guarantee you that if he has to jump the
whole row of cars to win the final, he'll do it!"
The final pairing
of the second session had that crusty old Jeep going against the Checker
taxi. The Jeep won handily when the Checker landed nose-first half way
through the row of cars, with the tail in the air. They had to bring a
tow truck in to extract it from the rear window of a four-door 1968
Buick Electra.
That left the
Final Four: THE GARBAGE TRUCK, Carl and Emma's rig, THE KILLER WHALE,
PIG PARTS R US and the Jeep with no name.
Carl drew THE
GARBAGE TRUCK and Arnold the pig farmer drew the no-named Jeep. Emma
summed it all up for the crew: "It just doesn't seem right. Carl
has to go against that radical GARBAGE TRUCK, and Arnold the pig farmer
just has to deal with a funky old Jeep."
The Boyce crew
cautioned them: "Never write off a Jeep, no matter how old, or how
strange it looks."
Carl figured he'd
play it by ear, rather than trying to calculate any sort of a game plan.
When the starting light blinked to green, Carl hammered the throttle and
grabbed a quick half-length lead over his competition. He played it safe
and decided not to try to jump the entire line-up of cars, which turned
out to be good strategy, as THE GARBAGE TRUCK landed crookedly on the
third car from the end and rolled heavily to the Fairgrounds floor. Carl
landed on the roof of the last car, bounded wildly into the air and
landed on both left wheels, barely able to bring the Bronco under
control right before smacking into the wall. Close call!
Everybody
clambered up on top of a motor home to watch the pig farmer go to work.
True to the predictions of the Boyce crew, the Jeep pulled a hole shot
on the start and literally flew off the jump ramp, with PIG PARTS R US a
full length behind. The no-name Jeep crossed the finish line first, but
landed crooked and didn't line up cleanly to make it through the tunnel.
The side of the Jeep monster truck smacked the leading edge of the
tunnel entrance and folded in half like a jack-knife. The engine ripped
off its motor mounts and skidded through the tunnel, coming to rest out
in the middle of the parking lot, wires and hoses dangling out like a
flying plate of spaghetti.
Carl turned to the Boyce crew. "What happens now? The Jeep is
destroyed, but it beat the pig farmer."
The Boyce crew ran
over to the promoter, and came back with the answer. "The next
fastest time advances to the finals if a semi-final competitor cannot
make it to the starting line. And that means you're going to have to run
against the pig farmer, and we might as well tell you, he ain't going to
hold anything back in the finals. Carl, you're gonna have to go for the
tunnel. Try to jump all the cars and head for the hole if you want to
win. We don't want to put any pressure on you, but first place is
$15,000 and second place is $750 bucks and a trophy the size of a cheap
flashlight. It's all in your hands, Carl."
***Everything was in
readiness; the truck had been checked out completely, from stem to
stern, and everything seemed OK. Arnold, the pig farmer, got to the
starting line early, with his raspy-sounding hemi sending almost visible
waves of pure power bouncing off the eardrums of everyone in the
grandstands.
Carl waited as
long as he could before reporting to the starting line. He remembered
reading something about a cool engine putting out the most horsepower.
Carl eased THE
KILLER WHALE right up next to PIG PARTS R US and fixed his eyes on the
starting lights. This was it. He had to go for it now, or never. The
revs raised on both trucks as they waited for the lights to blink.
Red. Then yellow.
The micro-second the yellow light started to fade, Carl slammed the C6
trans into gear and mashed the throttle to the floor pan.
Carl glanced out
of his right eye and saw PIG PARTS R US dead even with his front fender.
As the ramp loomed up, Carl resisted lifting his foot and left it
buried. The Bronco hit the ramp and sailed ... and sailed ... and sailed
... and cleared the row of cars by a good 20 feet. Carl landed flat and
solid, yanked the steering wheel a fraction to the left to line up for
the tunnel. Stopping was out of the question.
The pink Bronco slipped cleanly through the tunnel, and when Carl saw
daylight again, he slammed the brakes on hard. The Bronco slithered on
the dirt of the parking lot, big tires biting hard, and came to a stop
almost in time. The front end slammed into the side of a parked vehicle,
moving it a few feet to the west.
Carl leaped out of the KILLER WHALE and ran back into the Fairgrounds,
to be greeted by a joyful crew and Emma. Arnold apparently had a
problem, as the PIG PARTS R US truck had tagged the wall and was now
considerably shorter than it had been a few minutes ago.
***Carl accepted the
check for $15,000, waving to the crowd as he did so. Emma came up and
gave him a hug. "Congratulations, big guy! You won!"
Carl blushed.
"Well, my dear, the only problem we have now is how we should spend
this here $15,000. Got any ideas, Emma?"
Emma frowned.
"I don't quite know how to break it to you, but the vehicle you ran
in to was our Suburban, The Whale. And I had a local body show check out
the damage. It's going to cost us about ... ahhh.... $15,000 to get it
shaped up. Carl? Carl? Will somebody please pick him up? "