Go Speed Racer

Back in January, Dad was sad that he was just out of major surgery, and couldn't go act like a kid and play go-karts with us.
I know he thought about it, but the Las Vegas speed way has rules about keeping hands feet and internal organs in the cart.

Now that his sutures have healed, we decided it would be fun to go.
So we joined a gaggle of short people, and strapped in.



I'm not sure I like the looks of our competition.



"Damn kids, I remember when we built these with lawn mower motors, and kicked ass with the blades sharpened and still attached."





He is 74, we will just tell him he is a whole lap ahead of everyone.





But I am really winning! (He is in #14 car)



Mike is lost in his own world, just trying to look fabulous in his little car.



"Oops. Did I really hit that little punk?"

Actually, it was a really tough crowd.. those pint sized NASCAR wanna-be's are brutal.
My head hurts from the hit I took. 
Dad was hit, spun around and then rammed head on.  
(Good thing he has a cabinet full of good pills!)

Mike looked too fabulous to get hit.


The night was still young, so after a visit to the local buffet, Mike and Dad jumped into the TC and headed for the Strip..



Watch out Las Vegas, the Udell boys are on the prowl.



Ready or not..........................

Here we come!