The Good Samaritan

Chapter 8: Lessons Learned

That day was one of the most fun times I had ever had, though the girls quickly got bored and wanted to leave. Thinking that if they got chances to drive a car, they might want to hang around longer.

As I was looking around at other peoples equipment as they started coming into the pit area, I made my way over to Aaron and Roger's table. I hinted around that maybe if they and another friend might try to get Clara and the girls interested in cars, that it might be nicer around here.

It was just that easy. The next time they went to drive their cars, they and friends of theirs were asking my friends to teach them how to drive. Now, I'm not saying that boys are helpless when a pretty girl smiles at them, but, yeah, pretty much. Hell, I've been there.

Fortunately the girls were enjoying the attention they got, what pretty girl doesn't. Back over with MJ, he smiles that knowing grin, "I saw what you did there. That was pretty smart. You're very calculating for a twelve year old."

I tried to look innocent, "What did I do?" Trying not to laugh.

He couldn't though, and laughed, "Okay, Vicky. I see I'm going to have to keep an eye on you."

MJ showed me how to clean the tires and what to put on them to make them sticky for better traction, stuff called, Liquid Wrench, stuff I had used for years working on automobiles.

When he had another battery ready, we went on the stand again. He drove for a couple of minutes before giving me another chance to drive.

This time I noticed that because there were more people driving, I would sometimes be forced to move one way or another. Because I was leaning on the rail, when I moved around, I would lose control of the car. Others were having the same trouble, but the better drivers weren't.

It was then that I noticed the better drivers held their radios against their chest, preventing their movements from being influenced by random steps. So I tried that, almost cradling the radio between my breasts. I found this was a much better way to drive.

After that lesson, I found that I progressed much faster.

MJ asked, "So, do you think you want to try racing today? It seems you're doing very well, and the girls are entertained."

I said, "Yes, I want to race today, this is so much fun."

He calls his dad over, "Hey dad, could you sign-up Vicky for beginner class? I'm sure Bobby will pay you back later." His dad says, sure.

I stop him, "I can pay for my own, I have an allowance. If you can just show me where to go Mr. Colby."

He motions me to follow him into the store, and to a nice lady behind the counter. She asks, "How can I help you, dear?"

"Yes, ma'am," I say, "Can I sign up for Beginner Class, Please."

She smiles, Of course, dear. But please, call me, Barbara, or Barbie. You're new to us, aren't you. Do you have your own car or will you be needing to use one of our rent-a-racers."

I giggled, "Thanks Barbie. No, I'm using MJ's car if that's okay?"

Barbie says, "Don't think I know an MJ." Then putting two and two together, being as I'm standing with MJ's dad, "You mean Marty. That MJ thing is cute." Then, "I'll get his transponder number from the entry list, so you're good to go."

I laughed, "Thanks Barbie! I'm Vicky."

Barbie says, "It's good to have more girls around. I see you others with you, any chance they want to get invovled too?"

Martin Sr. says, "God, I sure hope not, I can afford Junior for now, but if the twins get started too, I don't know how I'll be able to afford it."

I paid for my entry as Barbie consoled Senior.

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I left Senior commiserating with Barbie and went back into the pits. MJ says, "Hey, while you were in the shop with my dad, this regular guy at the track comes by telling people that he's selling all off all of his stuff and quitting racing cause he and his wife are having a baby next month and he really needs the money bad. Something about messed up insurance."

I ask, "Have you seen his stuff? Is it any good?"

MJ says, "We can look at it, he's going to race until he sells it. But it has to go a whole set. He doesn't want to piece things out. He over in the far corner."

We worked our way over to the guy. He seemed to be in his late twenties or so, nice looking and well groomed. MJ calls to him, "Hey, Jack? You still looking for someone to buy your stuff?"

Jack turns from who he was talking to, "Hey Marty, yeah, doesn't seem to be anyone interested here. Why? You know someone?"

MJ says, "I might, if the price isn't too steep. Do you want to show her what's included?"

Jack finally notices me next to MJ, typical. He asks, "You're interested?" Like a girl wouldn't or couldn't be into RC cars.

I say, "Yes I am, if I like what I see."

The person behind him says, "Jack, stop being such an ass. Show her what you are selling." She pushes him out of the way and puts her hand out to me. "Hi, I'm Connie, and this is my ass, Jack."

Laughing at her joke, "I'm Vicky... " Then, seeing her completely, she has a massive baby belly on her. But she is gorgeous, her long blonde hair in a neat ponytail. "Wow, you're really ready to pop!"

Connie laughs too, "Thirty seven weeks about, so around three weeks and our little boy will be here."

Staring at her swollen belly, "Can I touch it?" Reaching out with my hand. She nods like everyone does it. Feeling how hard her belly is, then I feel the baby kick, just wow. "I wonder if I'm to get this big?"

Not understanding, Connie says, "Darlin', you got lots of time before you have to worry about a baby."

I say, "Only till about six months after you." I took her hand and put it on my 3 month baby bump, shocking her.

Connie shows her shock as she starts in on MJ. when I stop her, "No! Connie, it's not Marty's." Quietly I added, "I was raped by my step dad. MJ here, is just my friend's brother. He's helping me try to start racing."

Connie gave me a kind of side hug, "You poor thing. Well, I hope he got what he deserved?"

I nod, "Yeah, I think so. The police say that he was incinerated in the hallway where he was kicking the neighbor to death. There wasn't enough of him to fill a small paper bag."

Connie and Jack both said, 'Seems he got what was coming to him, the bastard.'

Well, Jack got around to showing me what he had to sell. It was completely everything a person needed or wanted to go racing, car, radio, spare parts, spare tires mounted on wheels. He said he carried spare parts because the brand was from England, and the shop here didn't stock parts for it. Not that he hardly had need.

There was, according to MJ, one of the best chargers, and a couple of new and a couple of older batteries, all of then called 'shorty LiPo's. There were high end tools in a pit bag made by the same company as the car, it had the logo, Schumacher, on both sides, and god was it big. Jack said everything packed into the pit bag and could be wheeled around.

Jack said he was asking $800 and was hoping he got $600. I asked MJ what he thought. We didn't walk away, just talked right there.

Marty said, "I'll be honest, Jack is a good driver. Probably on the verge of getting sponsored by them, I mean the car company. He takes great care of his stuff and doesn't mistreat it our other people. What he's selling, if bought separately, them assembled together, would run any where between $1400 to $1800 dollars. Just buying a starter setup, you'd spend as much as he's asking. So, yeah, it's a great deal."

I turn to Jack and Connie, "I'm lucky because I have an inheritance and can afford this. But I'm not going to take advantage of the two of you because you're tight on money with the baby coming. But I want to make a deal, I want to be able to call you if I need help with the car."

Looking into Connie's' eyes, "I want us to be friends, after my little girl comes, I'm going to need someone to go on mommy play dates with the kids. Can you accept that?"

Jack agrees that's okay, and Connie is very happy. Jack asks, "How much?" I lean over and whisper in his ear, shocked, he says, "Are you serious?" I nod. Connie asks him what I said, He whispers to her, cause I told him It was just between us 'parents'. Connie starts crying and gives me a hug.

Before MJ and head back to his pit spot, I ask them if a personal check from my mom is okay, and can have it for them by the end of racing today? They both said that was fine with them.

I help MJ ready the car for the first round of racing starting in half an hour. There are ten total heats of five different classes, so they will have A and B mains. The A main is for the faster drivers, usually the top eight cars go direct to the A main and the remaining cars compete for the last two spots, in a bump up.

MJ says, "The Beginner class goes first and you're in the first race of the two, looks like I'm in the third race, so after you drive your race, you go to turn marshall, and I'll change the battery and tires for my race. That way, you can clean and sauce your tires, while I turn marshall after my race." Saucing tires is what they call brushing them with the Liquid Wrench.

"Okay, MJ!" I say.

He starts to say something, but decides to keep his ideas to himself. Good Boy.

The announcer ends up being Barbie. She calls the first race to the track, and the last race drivers to take turn marshall spots marked by large orange traffic cones. We take some practice laps, as I cross the line the first time, the automated part of the scoring system chimes and say 'Vicky'.

After the few laps of warm up, I wait in the corner with the other cars. Barbie explains for the Beginners, a mixed group of nine, mostly boys. One younger, about eight. The rest older than me by varying years, and one adult man in his fifties. Barbie says, "You go when I call your name, and you keep going until I tell you that you are done, Okay?"

There was a tone sound and then Barbie called each person to go. I decided to play it safe and only jump to clear the smaller jumps, the bigger ones I just rolled over them. The guys, they were heavy on the throttle, trying to clear all the jumps, then crashing when they came up short or cases a jump, making a horrible slapping sound.

Five minutes later, the computer voice said 'Vicky, You are done', which Barbie confirmed a second afterwards. Barbie called the results as MJ grabbed the car from the track, while I went to find a spot to marshall from. I picked a spot beside the scoring stand. Barbie says, "Great race for a first timer. Just keep doing that."

I said, "Thanks Barbie." Then added without keeping the laugh out of my voice, "Your a doll!" lol

She looked at me smiling, "Don't you go starting that on me girl! The husband is bad enough."

I ran and got cars and had fun. Then it was MJ's race, he won his by a few seconds. Then in the following race, Aaron and Roger both improved on MJ's time.

Later on, I heard Jack's name called and turned to watch his race. He ran 2wd Mod Buggy, Christ those cars were fast. MJ explained the differences between stock and mod. Saying that when I got the car from Jack, if there was no stock class motor, that he could loan me one to run.

In the second round of my race, the little boy who was standing beside me in the center area where they had the wheelchair access. He was having trouble and I noticed how he held his radio out in front of himself pointing at his car. His dad was on the sidelines getting frustrated.

I pulled my car over off to the side and squatted down to be below eye level with him, I said, "Hey, little man, I had the same problem this morning until I started holding my radio closer with my elbows locked. Why don't you give that a try and see if it helps some."

He did what I suggested and started driving better, making few errors as he went on. I stayed squatted beside him while I began driving again.

After that race, the little boy says, "Thanks Lady!"

I gave him a high five, "I'm Vicky."

"I'm Timmy!" And then runs down the ramp to his dad, saying, "Did you see that dad, I drove a bunch better at the end, that lady, Vicky told me how to hold my radio."

I took the same marshalling spot as before. Barbie says, "That was nice what you did for Timmy, I think you made a friend."

I said, "He seems like a nice kid. Besides, it didn't cost me anything but time to be nice."

Barbie adds, "Nice attitude Vicky, you can go a long ways thinking like that."

The rest of the day was just as fun. Because I didn't improve in the second round, I ended up starting fifth in the B main. In the actual main, Timmy and I raced back and forth trading places until the end where he just beat me to the finish line for third place.

Because the first two guys in my race bumped up to the A main, Timmy got first place and I got second. For club races like this, 1st, 2nd and 3rd, got a number plate sticker with their place. Most people stuck these on their pit bag.

Timmy came running to me, holding out the second place sticker for me. I told him thank you, he said, "Ha Ha, you see that, I got you right at the end. It was fun racing you Vicky!" He grabbed me in a hug, I am so short that his head was just below my breasts.

His dad comes up, "Hi, I'm Richard, Thanks for helping Timmy today, I really appreciate it. You know he just adores you."

I said, "He's a good boy. I like him too. It was no problem, anytime!"

As they packed their stuff and left, mom and Bobby showed up with big smiles on their faces. Mom says, "We got the house, and it's almost fully furnished. We can start moving in, in the middle of the week."

I screeched, "That's awesome mom!"

I lead mom and Bobby over to Jack and Connie, introduce them and explain why I need a check and how much. Bobby smiles while he winks at me, mom just says, "That's fine dear."

Jack sees the 2nd place sticker in my hand and says, "I have the perfect place for your sticker." He had removed his own place stickers from the top drawer of the pit box. He holds out his hand for the sticker and I give it over. He places it in the upper left corner, "Just the first of many!" It looked perfect.

Jack shows me how he usually packs his things up. All zippered and ready to go, he shows me the handle extension and we're ready. He thanks me for being so generous, both Connie and he get hugs and kisses from mom and me, making sure we have exchanged numbers, we go our ways.

Bobby is leading the way out to the parking with MJ and I, lagging behind. Marty asks, "So how much did you give them? Considering how Connie cried, I'm guessing it was more than they were expecting."

I asked, "Can you keep a secret?" He nods and I whispered in his ear, "So can I." I start to giggle, and he joins in laughing.

Somewhere near the middle of the race day, Clara's mom had come and gotten her and the twins and went AWOL on me, but none of us minded.

End of Chapter 8

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