Approximately 9 days ago, Inigo challenged my 22 year old neighbor,
T-man, to a race with RC cars.
The date was set (8/02/11).
The time was determined (6:30 pm).
The racetrack was determined (across the street).
Inigo invited friends and family to come watch the duel. He practiced for hours beforehand.
6:30 was looming closer and closer.
Suspense was hanging in the air.
Everyone was still eating dinner at 6:30.
The race was postponed until 6:45.
Even more suspense.
You could cut it with a knife.
T-man’s cousins were in town. A family with 10 kids to cheer him on.
Steck came over to help me cheer Inigo on.
As the race began, 15+ people began chanting “T-man! T-man! T-man!”
2 people began chanting, “Inigo! Inigo! Inigo!”
AND THEEEEEY’RE OFF!!
OFF AND RUNNING!
And the results?
Inigo won of course.
By a landslide.
Poor T-man’s car would go sideways and backwards as much as it would go forward.
I’ve never seen a RC car like that before.
It was just too much car for him!! (he he he)
To be fair, when they switched cars, T-man won the race.
Winning boosted Inigo’s ego a lot.
Maybe too much.
Later, after we went inside Inigo (who was in a jubilant/winning mood) ran up the stairs and yelled at me,
“YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK?
I THINK YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS!”
I yelled back in a questioning tone of voice,
He yelled back as if the answer was completely clear,