There’s Fun and then There’s Pain

You know what? I think I managed to get my foot sprained this afternoon. I don’t know if it’s really a sprain or maybe it’s just sleeping or something like that, yep it’s probably sleeping on me right now. My son and I enjoyed a couple of hours sitting in front of the television playing video games and stuff, with me sitting on my feet most of the time. Maybe that was what caused my tingling feet, I hope.

But I am also feeling a thickness within my foot that is hard to explain. Sort of like throbbing numbness with a tingling sensation interspersed, that was really not present when my son and I started playing, which also got me thinking that if it really was numb, then how come I am feeling this sensation in it. Also, our impromptu video game session ended two hours ago, so why are my feet still this numb?

This afternoon got me doing things that I have not done for a long time, and you can say it was pretty tiring but at the same time so very enjoyable, as it even managed to bring back memories of my high school playing days. A couple of friends came by to visit bringing a ball with them. I should have known from their getup that they are going to invite me to play ball with them, the ball was also a dead giveaway. They said that it being playoffs time in the NBA, we should shoot some hoops at the local gym. Now that escalated from out of nowhere wouldn’t you say? My friends are always like that, so very random. So what can I say, it’s off to the gym we went.

It started out as random shoot outs and horsing around until it became a full pledged game of basketball, when we decided to play with the other people that are already there. We were feeling it alright, our age notwithstanding, and we even made it a competitive one to boot. We could have won the game if not for me stepping on the foot of one of my teammates, my right foot twisting unnaturally and I eventually fell with a resounding thud. The game didn’t get to be finished as I was having a hard time stopping my jackass friends from laughing at me and stuff.

It was not that painful at the time and I only brushed it off as some minor ache or something. I came home, played with my son a bit, a long bit, and after that my foot got numb and is beginning to hurt with a vengeance. Classic signs of a sprained foot wouldn’t you say? It also is getting a little bit fluffier looking at it, probably some kind of swelling and I think I must put ice over it pronto. I’ll just ask my wife to drive me to the doctor tomorrow for x-rays and also to have it checked. Hopefully I didn’t manage to break anything.

Feline Friend Missing in Action

Every night for about two weeks last month I bring out a paper plate filled with scraps of food outside and I place it near a tree that is near my bedroom window. And almost every time I do it, a cat emerges from the darkness and walks toward the plate carefully, looking every which way, probably checking if there was anybody around or something. She first smells the thing in front of her and upon realizing it was food, she began to eat.

After finishing almost all the food, leaving only the random vegetable or unfamiliar fruit, she begins to lick herself, first her paws then her back. A passing car signals her that it’s time to go and hurriedly she scampers away, back to the darkness from which she came, never to be seen again, that is, until the next time she eats under the tree. That’s the time I go back out, to throw away the almost empty paper plate into the garbage bin and go back inside to resume whatever it was that I am doing.

It first started when I saw him through our kitchen window, loitering around our yard one night, sniffing everything as if looking for something, probably food I though, so I just let him do his thing and continued doing the dishes. When it happened again and again on successive nights I began to worry for the cat so I decided to feed it. But the times I tried to call him he always runs away, so I thought of just leaving the food somewhere outside. He can smell it, I mused, so there’s really no problem with him finding it, and he did eventually, and that was the start of our somewhat weird friendship, I bring out food and he comes.

The problem is I don’t see him around anymore. It’s been about a week since he last ate under the tree and it got me a little bit worried and stuff. Maybe he managed to get hit by a car or got beaten by a dog or something. The stray that he is, probably his health is not that good anymore and it somehow eventually caught up with him. Roundworms in cats are very common that even housecats are not immune to them, what more if you are a stray. If he has roundworms, then it’s not very long for him I’m afraid, as an infestation of them, when not properly treated, almost always leads to death.

Another thing he has to worry about, not that he does or something is pancreatitis in cats. This kind of sickness in cats is their most common one that most of the natural premature feline deaths have it for their cause. It is often hard to treat because it’s very difficult to diagnose if a cat has it, most usually it is only during autopsy that it is detected.

But I have to stop thinking about these things and just stay positive for him. Maybe he’s just found another friend who feed him better kinds of food or something. I’ll just continue doing our routine, maybe for a few days more and just hope for the best.

Never a Bad Hair Day

We men really don’t think of our hair as something really important. I don’t know about you, but after I comb my hair after a nice bath, its tomorrow again after another bath when my comb and I will meet. Well I really don’t see any point obsessing over it, not unless you are already getting bald or something, then I might think it deserves some looking into.

For me, every day is a good hair day and bad hair days really never exist, windy days are a bonus for my hair as they get somewhat properly ventilated and stuff. Maybe it’s because I got short cropped hair. Yep, maybe that’s the reason why I’m so nonchalant with my hair. You would be too if you were in my situation.

Maybe another reason for it is that I don’t really care about appearances anymore. When I got married and got the girl of my dreams, looking good took a back seat in favor of practical things. Things like caring and helping replaced grooming and vanity among other things. I really thought there are many better things to do than looking good.

It doesn’t get any better now that I got kids as I tend to put all of myself for them and them alone. The word “me” is close to getting obliterated and I’m happy about it. My time is over and it’s their time now, so in everything I do, I do for them, doesn’t really matter if hair be gone or something.

So my recent inconvenience with scabs on scalp are just that, minor inconveniences, as it even took my wife to notice them for me to know of their existence. I just thought my head was particularly itchier these couple of days which I eventually just attributed to the windiness of the weather in our place. So that’s what was probably causing the itchiness in the first place.

My wife, ever the loving person that she is and upon seeing my situation, recommended several dry scalp remedies to somewhat help me with my predicament. She suggested on putting tea tree oil on my scalp to help with its dryness, and if that didn’t work, she said that we’ll try lemon and honey next.

I kind of laugh at the ideas that she said but she seemed adamant on making my head a salad bowl of some sort. It didn’t stop there as she also enumerated several more things lined up if ever the first ones didn’t work out. Things like apple cider vinegar, coconut oil, baking soda, olive oil, aloe Vera, sesame oil, and a host of other different things I have already forgotten about.

I know I will try those things that she has said as I value her suggestions really well. She kind of knows about these things and had done well in the past with them. But above all, I will try them because I love her and I don’t want to disappoint her in any way.

Too Much Sun is Not Fun

Being on the track for long durations of time really does have their consequences. I found out about that yesterday after a particularly long, albeit very fun, riding session with some of the kids in neighborhood at the local dirt track. I was supposed to teach them the ins and outs of dirt track racing but seeing that they already know their basics with regards to driving a bike, we instead opted for some hands on training with it.

The kids had a blast riding the training bikes that I had prepared. Although there were only two of the machines available, they happily made do with them and took turns riding the available motorcycles. Of course I had to be always on the grounds to assist them as they are not yet thoroughly acquainted with these beautiful machinery.

I had to call for a break two hours into their fun as I was feeling a little bit hot. I was literally burning as I only had a shirt on because I had to remove my overalls due to the heat. I kind of felt a little bit dizzy and my sight was dimming so I really had to call for that break else I would collapse in front of them.

I tried to wipe away the sweat from my body but when I came to my shoulders I was somewhat stopped on my tracks. I felt pain when there was supposed to be none and it felt as if the towel I was using was made up of sandpaper or something similarly grating. It appears that in such a short time, I managed to get myself sunburned.

It kind of looked like second degree sunburn, like the one describe by experts at, but it really felt like several degrees more potent. It looked red then but I know it will chafe once it gets settled. I also know that I’m going to have trouble wearing clothes for a couple of days after this and that it would probably be an itchy affair. I probably will be hearing from my wife about this and that again.

But it’s okay I guess, it’s just a minor setback compared to what the kids got from riding the bikes. You could say that the experience they had acquired could be very helpful to them sometime in the near future and I only hope that I got through to them in a good way.

It’s also not the first time I got sunburned and a couple of times I had much worse sunburn than what I had now. Vinegar for sunburn will take care of it pretty well as it is my go to cure when this kind of thing happens. It’s kind of funny really as we all know that vinegar is an acid, but when you apply it to sunburn, it cools the skin instead of burning it further like many acids are wont to do. Vinegar also heals the sunburn much more quickly than other remedies and it is very convenient and easy to use.

The kids did get back to riding and I just stayed under the shade lest I worsen my condition further. It was also very fortunate that the day was already waning and the sun has lost some of its bite. We stayed there for another three hours and the kids had the time of their lives.

Pimple Resurgence

Oh my, what do we have here? I think I’m too old for these things but here they are, making themselves felt. I thought I was already through with these things. Did they forget something and decided to come back and pester me once again? It does not help any, what with my nearing speaking engagement at the local school about, of all things, coping with typical teenage problems through sports. What perfect timing!

The other day was particularly hectic as I was doing things various things around the house. I managed to finally fix the leaking faucet in the yard, which would definitely make my wife very happy when she sees it. I also fixed the severely corroded downspout on the roof which is already full of holes. Mow the lawn, replaced busted light fixtures, and bathed the dog, I was drenched in sweat and thoroughly exhausted that I fell asleep immediately after laying my back on the lawn chair. Taken a bath after profusely sweating was what I should’ve done.

Upon waking up yesterday, I kind of felt something painful when I combed my hair after a bath. Upon closer inspection, the thing that was causing the pain was a red bump, sort of a pimple, maybe even scalp acne to be exact, and I didn’t knew what to do with it. Consulting with my wife about it just elicited a laugh and several lines of teasing that I walked away mumbling to myself. So that’s what I get for all the things I’ve done the other day. I totally forgot about the pimple that time, but unfortunately I was going to be in for a bigger surprise later that day.

Coming home after a day at the shop, my wife apologetically hugged me and told me she was sorry about what had happened that morning. But as I was about to speak, she laughed that silly laugh of her while pointing at something in my face. It was another pimple, this time on my face. So that’s why I was feeling something painful on my face all day, thought it was an insect bite or something.

It was a reddish bump on the left cheek close to the nose. It aches a lot when you touch it, more so when you laugh or do something with your face that seems to stretch at it. Nodular acne is a common term for it and is sort of like your typical garden variety pimple but a totally much angrier one at that. I haven’t had pimples for a long time so what gives? Maybe it’s all that dirt and grime from the other day’s work, coupled with drenching sweat. That combination surely makes a case for clogged pores.

Good thing it wasn’t on my nose or I’ll be Rudolph lol. Better get some toothpaste on it soon to dry it up and hopefully it will be gone. I’ll just steel myself from my wife as she’ll never stop talking about it, she’ll get her comeuppance soon enough.

My Kind of Relaxation

I enjoy watching television. In fact it’s kind of my way of relaxing after a very tiresome day. I go home, eat supper, do some chores that are in need of doing and then off to the tube I go. Watching different kinds of people doing different kinds of things, movies, reality shows, news, weather, cooking shows, I enjoy watching them all as it makes me somewhat tranquil inside. I almost always fall asleep midway through my watching and my wife have to wake me up to go to bed, this time properly.

Of course it’s not just those things I do when I come home. There’s keeping tab of everyone in the house, from my lovely wife to my ever crazy sons who never seems to empty their proverbial bag of tricks. It’s not that I’m complaining or something, in fact I love them just the way they are, even if they do make life very interesting from time to time. I also check on the house if something is amiss or is in need of repairing, and also visit the pets to bond with them some and check on their well-being. But after everything else is finished, I always make sure to visit my friend Sony for some relaxing time.

I like the shows about nature and animals as they introduce me to many things I still don’t know about and probably never will if not for them. How really beautiful the earth is and how diverse it’s population, that it would take more than a hundred years of watching television just to get to know some of them. I particularly like shows about the oceans and the seas and how it makes for about three-fourths of the Earth, yet we really don’t know much about them. The ecology inside these bodies of water and how they came to be, the history and future of it, and the myriads of creatures contained inside it never ceases to amaze me.

There is this one show called River Monsters that I always watch which is about weird kinds of fishes that still live to this day. From the rare Goblin sharks, crocodiles that are more than twenty feet long to the catfishes that are as large, if not larger than a full grown man, which they managed to catch by using their own arms as some sort of catfish bait, which also got me looking at our aquarium and several tiny Cory catfishes darting around its bottom. I caught a laugh when I imagine them growing to that size and swallowing me whole. That would be the day, I thought to myself.

It’s also been a long time since I’ve gone fishing. Maybe one day I’ll get to do again, what I now only watch on television. Maybe I’ll bring my sons with me and teach them a thing or two about fishing and hopefully they’ll learn something from it. Who knows, maybe they’ll get a liking to it and we’ll make it a regular thing. Now that would be the day.

Getting Even with Bunions

I knew it, Karma really comes fast and at a time you least expect it. My wife probably knows about it too as she was the unfortunate soul who is the beneficiary of this cosmic phenomena hehe. You see she was thoughtfully riding my back with regards to my painfully large pimple on my face and she kept at it, that is, up until today when the strangest thing happened to her.

Coming home from the grocery, she complained about the fact that her feet were killing her. She said that she ought to buy new shoes already as her current one is getting kind of a bit tight. When she removed them, what greeted her was a mad swelling on the side of her foot just below where her pinky toe was located. It was already painful just by looking at it, no wonder she was close to tears when I came close to her and hold it.

She said that it was some sort of a bunion but I believe bunions grow on the other side of the feet right, the side where the big toe is, so it probably isn’t one, I told her. Of course I was kidding as I was secretly planning of scaring her a little bit, to somehow get back at her for making fun of me and my pimple. But if it looks like a bunion and hurts like a bunion, then it probably is one. But I’m not telling her that just yet.

What she really had was a tailors bunion, a kind of bunion that grows on the opposite side of the foot where it usually is expected to occur. It develops like a common bunion wherein the bones of the edge toe moves closer to the toe next to it, usually because of inherent weakness of the bones of the feet or maybe also because of hereditary factors. What causes bunions to worsen is the wearing of improper footwear, as was the case with my wife.

Typical bunion relief involves placing ice on the area and the taking of pain relievers. Both of which I am now planning to do to somehow relieve her suffering as I can’t really bear to see her like this. Love trumps getting even unfortunately. Long term relief for bunions on the other hand requires several things, primary of which is to control the further inward motion of the offending bone, as well as getting rid of things that worsens it.

Bunion patches placed on the swelling also helps with pain relief but it is the changing of the footwear that is the most important first step in dealing with bunions. I got to discuss these things with my wife while her problems are not yet that major and still reversible. I really will get on her good side because of this. Who knows, maybe she’ll eventually stop her teasing ways with me. But even if she doesn’t I’ll still will do it. Want to know why?


Dirt track racing has been a part of my life ever since I was a kid. I remember watching cartoons that features motorcycle riding men as heroes and I developed a liking for them and how fast they go through the villains of the show. My dad, seeing my interest in motorcycles, bought me a bicycle instead and said to me that it was just for practice, since I was still very young for motorcycles and could not still handle one yet.

I loved that bicycle of mine and I always used to imagine that it was already a motorcycle and I go very fast with it, also doing jumps on every bump on the road I managed to encounter on my daily ride, thinking of it as mini slalom jumps on my imaginary racetrack. I enjoyed having a bike and was extremely happy riding something that goes fast.

What it did to my mom was entirely another story worth mentioning as she worried about my bike and particularly of me when I’m out. She said she felt anxiety chest pains every time I go out with my bike as thoughts of me in an accident keeps running through her mind. My dad said that she is blowing it out of proportion and that she mustn’t worry too much about it because I would be just okay. But mom wasn’t convinced at all.

I guess mothers naturally are like that about their children. If only they could be with their children all the time and help in whatever way, they really would do so in a moment’s notice. But dad apparently has other ideas of his own. For him, as I was a boy, I need to learn things on my own to make me stronger. I needed to be able to do things that challenge me or take some risks of my own, to develop in me skills that I will need later in life. I seem to understand now where they were both coming from but back then, I was just happy with my bike and stuff.

Mom used to take supplements for anxiety such as Passion Flower and Kava both of which are kinds of plants. Sometimes she takes Echinea and also almost the full alphabet of vitamins such Vitamins B, C and E amongst other things. She doesn’t take prescription medicines for her anxiety as she believes that they may even add to it, and she also believes that she may even get addicted to them. Good thing she learned about meditation eventually, but still she gets nervous and anxious when I try new things, which unfortunately were not quite a few back then.

Today it’s my wife’s turn being a mom to our kids. I could see the similarities between her and my mom with regards to the way she sees our kids. She doesn’t want our kids to ever experience harm in any way as long as she is there. But our kids, being both boys, tend to do otherwise and seem to always find ways to make their mom hyper, so good luck with that. Boys will always be boys it seems.

How Could I Forget?

My wife is in a phase right now and it’s driving her nuts. Everything seems to be not right for her as she finds fault even in the little things and sometimes even when there is nothing to be mad about too. I almost always become her target as it is me who is always around her. But the thing I am wondering about is of why it is only me that gets blamed most of the time and not the kids or even the pets while we’re at it. So what really did I do this time?

It’s not that I’m complaining about it or something. In fact I cherish her attention to me as I love her very much, and any attention coming from her, even of this kind, I welcome with open arms. And it is not without precedent, this thing that she is currently doing. She has been like this on many occasion, especially the times when I did something wrong or have not done what I was supposed to have been doing. We don’t fight often if you’re curious about it, and this is her way of telling me she is mad about something and it is up to me to find out what it is. Well, to each his own I guess.

She blamed me for the toilet seat being always down and although I usually am guilty of it, I think the boys do have a fault in it too, probably much more than me as I didn’t get to use it recently. She also particularly reminded me of the leaking faucet in the yard which she says isn’t going to repair itself any time soon. And upon seeing these things not really affecting me, she then turned to herself. She really knew me.

She told me on how hard it was taking care of three children, me being the third and all. That she once had a nice body but all of it is just a bunch of wrinkles and stretch marks now. She asked me if I knew how to remove stretch marks, to which I really had no answer for. I just told her that some of my friend’s wives used a variety of things for it like Retin-A, glycolic acid, moisturizers, Vitamin E oil, Dermazan. I told her I even read about egg oil and its supposed role in removing stretch marks but she was really not listening to me, which I should’ve known.

She said that she was lucky that she still hadn’t had stretch marks on breasts as it meant that she was getting a lot thinner already. She then enumerated several other things wrong with her and the hard time she has with them in addition to her other normal problems running the household. Well it really got to me you know, which also got me to thinking what really is it that I forgot.

After a moment of clarity, it dawned on me. How could I ever forget it? Tomorrow is our anniversary and I’m not the least bit prepared for it. How am I going to wiggle myself out of this now?

I know, I’m just going to ride this one out and just prepare for tomorrow and then I’m going to surprise her. She’ll never expect it coming. Glad I still have time, else I’ll be dead for sure.

Helping Others Help Themselves

My volunteering to teach the local kids about cars and racing truly is a rewarding and worthwhile vocation. I get to impart knowledge that I gained from all my years in drag racing to them, while also instilling in them bits and pieces of life lessons that may serve them well in the years to come.

I experienced several ups and downs with my life, good as well as bad things, and I thought of always reminding these kids to do good the first time, so as to not experience any of life’s disappointments from ever happening to them. I always tell them that there is no need to reinvent the wheel and stuff, which really means that they need not experience something bad in order for them to learn from it, and they just need to listen to those older and wiser than they are, because they are the same people who had experienced the bad, learned from it, and lived their life without it again.

I also have been intimate to a couple of problems of these kids and they do have a lot of it, which also amazes me no end that as young as they are, they seem to suffer from a lot of unneeded distractions, which could also very well be avoided if they only listened to their parents the first time and not give in to the pressure of their peers.

It somehow validates my work the times the kids think they somehow can ask me for advice or something. That they trust me and think I could help them somehow is thanks enough, and all I need to continue with what I am doing. Besides, it affords me the avenue to still live the racing life through all hours of the day, not only when I’m in the racetrack or in the garage.

One such problem that was confided to me recently was about a girl and how she has a particularly harsh and controlling boyfriend, which she managed to thankfully ditch altogether the other day. Good for you, I told her, eliciting a kind of half-smile as she said that what happened has only now sunk into her and that she now has to worry about how to get over someone and other stuff. Typical of these teenagers getting bogged down in details, not realizing the beauty of the position they already brought themselves in.

I said to her that she had already passed the hardest part of her problem and what is left are only the minor inconveniences, which, when she gives time to them and really think about it, she would realize that it’s no problem at all. I told her to be thankful that she is no longer controlled by anyone and that she is free to do whatever she wants.

Finally, I just told her to give it a little time and it will be gone on its own, without her doing anything about it. Her smile widened now and I knew that somehow, somewhere, realization did sink into her. Now if she’ll only remember what happened to her this time and never do it again, then she’ll be fine.

New Day, New Things to Learn

It is always a joy imparting my knowledge about racing, and machines in general, to these kids. Seeing their eyes light up when we start to talk about the different parts of an engine, how they really work and other cool stuff, really makes me happy and validated for all the time I spend teaching them. It is also nice to be among people who have the same interests in machines as I do and it really is worth my while teaching them about these things.

Today was no different. In fact it was both fun and educational for me at the shop as I again learned something new from these kids. I was supposed to be instructing them in building a soapbox car that we will use in a practice race next week, but it seems that I am the one who was learning this time. And of all the things to learn from them, I didn’t expect it to be about human relationships.

Have you ever heard about infj relationships? How about infp relationships, does it ring a bell? I first thought they were speaking in codes or something because it is really the first time I have ever encountered these things. I guess relationships do have more to them than was previously experienced. Naturally I got very curious about it and asked them what they really meant. Well you could say I felt very old after our conversation.

They told me that infj stands for introverted intuitive feeling judging, while infp is introverted intuitive feeling perceiving, and they are abbreviations used in the Myers-Briggs Type Indicator Test to refer to sixteen different types of personality. They clearly knew what they were talking about as they continued to expound on the topic at hand. One boy added that infj persons usually are like counselors, wherein they find meaning in relationships with the aim of better understanding of it and also for the benefit of all those involved, while Infp persons are considered as healers, mainly by being openly accepting and flexible to those around them if it is in line with their inherent values.

Oh, so that was what they meant with those things, I said to them, trying my utmost best not to look lost and stuff. But I guess they saw through me and they just laughed. They said it was okay that I don’t know what they were talking about. In fact they said it was their assignment in school and they too only knew about those things this afternoon in the library. We just laughed again and continued building our soapbox after that, you can safely say that infj and infp were no longer mentioned that day.

After our session and after everyone got to go home, I was left alone by myself thinking about what had transpired that day. I came to the realization that even though I fancy myself on knowing so much, there still were a lot more things that I do not know of. Lucky I surround myself with different sorts of people all the time, as it makes learning new things more quick and more meaningful.

Why do I taste Metal in my Mouth?

I was confused with the feeling I got after eating cake this afternoon. It was the birthday of one of my students and he thankfully, as promised, did bring cake to the shop, much to the delight of all of us there. I know cakes are supposed to be sweet and stuff but what I tasted after eating it made me wonder.
About a minute after eating a piece of the cake, I somewhat tasted something peculiar, something odd, what was supposed to be a sweet taste in mouth turned out to be like some kind of a metal taste in mouth or something to that effect. I checked if there was some debris that I somehow managed to eat, and I even inspected if all my tooth fillings were intact as I really did have the taste of something metallic. I didn’t find any and everything looked to be normal inside my mouth, so that got me a little worried.
When I did get back home, I researched a little on the internet about what I experienced earlier, and to my shock, although there were several tame causes attributed to it, there were also some grave diagnosis to those who experience such things. Dysgeusia was the term they use for it, a state of altered taste wherein after you had eaten, leaves an after taste like you had eaten nuts and bolts instead of the taste of the food that you had just consumed. It is said that what often causes it is the hormonal changes that a woman experiences when she is pregnant, so if you are not particularly pregnant, or a woman for that matter, then you might be in trouble.
Other relative causes of it are several kinds of deficiencies in the human body, foremost of which are vitamins and minerals like vitamin b12 and zinc, and can also be caused by unhealthy habits such as smoking and nail biting. Persons who suffer from gingivitis and periodontitis regularly are known to complain about it and people who have been bleeding somewhere in the general vicinity of the head, also experiences it mainly because when blood breaks down, iron is always released, and that is what usually causes the metal taste.
Some other weirder stuff like Acute Necrotizing Ulcerative Gingivitis, more commonly known as Trench Mouth Syndrome, has Dysgeusia as a symptom , same with Crohn’s Disease, Spontaneous Cerebrospinal Fluid Leak, Aseptic Meningitis, Multiple Sclerosis, Cervical Spondylitis, Lyme Disease,  and Lupus to name a few, also includes it in their list of indicators.
I probably should not have done my research on it and treated it like the random thing that it usually is. Now I’m having anxiety attacks over it and I probably would also lose some sleep later because of it. Anyways, to ease my worries about it, I think I would just have to set an appointment later with our family doctor to have it checked out. Jeez, I’m too young for this. I hope it’s nothing serious.

Bad Back, Dogs and Bananas on a Sunday

It’s a lazy Sunday afternoon and here I am at home, alone with my two dogs, as I was left in charge of them because my wife had to go to a gathering with her friends. The children also went with their mom and I was supposed to go with them, but I had to beg off as I was too tired last night.

Last night was a blast to put it mildly. The soap car that we built from scratch, entered the local monthly race for beginners and we managed to snare second place in the event, even if our contraption virtually disintegrated near the end of the race, and it was only with sheer luck that pushed it past the finish line.

Along with us celebrating the second place finish, we also had to clean the race track off, as it was we who caused all the debris that was scattered around the field in the first place. You could say it was a very exhausting night for all of us in the team but it was really worth it.

So here I am with my back still hurting from all the activity from the previous night, trying to find something to eat as my wife just told me to not worry about them as they probably will just eat out, and just try to fix something up for myself. So I did what I always do when faced with this kind of a situation, I made myself a peanut butter and banana sandwich. It is my comfort food sort of, I don’t know but since I was little, it was my favorite, heck I can even go a full day eating just that.

While I was making my sandwich, I noticed our two dogs looking from behind. Maybe they were hungry or something, or maybe they got a whiff of my masterpiece sandwich and decided they want to have a shot at it. I was about to give them a taste of my exquisite cuisine when something stopped me. Can dogs eat bananas?

I can’t remember the last time they ate anything else but hypoallergenic dog food. You see we had to switch to the less allergenic ones because one of my dogs is particularly allergic to meaty protein. I didn’t believe it too the first time we went to the vet, and being told that the cause of the rashes and the excessive shedding of one of our dogs was the food he was eating. Typical of these mix breed dogs being less hardy than their pure breed relatives, they always seem to attract different kinds of otherwise uncommon diseases. So do I let them eat the banana?

A quick search on the internet provided me the sort of answer I needed. Yes they can eat bananas. In fact, bananas being rich in potassium, vitamin b6, fiber, manganese and other healthy things, is also good for them. So I gave them a half sandwich each and they proceeded to eat, just the bread with the peanut butter and left the bananas intact. So much fuss about them eating bananas and then this happens. Yep bananas are good for them, but the question must be, do they really want to eat it?

Learn About Dirt Track Racing

If you are a racing fan, you may be familiar with dirt track racing. It is one of the oldest and most popular racing sports in the US, which started before the beginning of WWI and has become popular from the 1920s up to the present. As proof of its popularity, there are about 1,500 racetracks widely spread across the country. And this sport is also as popular in Canada and Australia.

Ironically, most dirt tracks in the US actually have clay surfaces and not dirt surfaces. Majority of the tracks are also oval in shape with less than one mile in length, the most common of which is a 3/8-mile track. There are pros and cons of having longer and shorter tracks. With longer tracks, racecars can achieve higher speeds and the distance between cars increases. As a result, chances of crashes are decreased but the damage and injury inflicted to the riders are more severe than in shorter tracks. That is why dirt tracks maintain a standard of one mile length or less.

Track surface also differs from one racetrack to another. But most surfaces are clay-based. Water is also normally sprinkled when the surface becomes too dry.

Every racetrack or sponsoring organization normally maintains a set of rules as to the class of race vehicles to be used, including their dimension, size of engine and the required and prohibited equipment. This set of rules is normally coordinated among racetracks and racing organizations so that there will be a wide range of avenues where each type of car may compete.

If you are interested in dirt track racing, there are different options for the type of vehicle that you could use. These include cars, bikes and vintage cars. For cars, they are open-wheeled cars, modified cars and full-bodied cars. Nowadays, full-bodied cars or more often called stock cars are gaining in popularity. These cars have all their wheels covered with fenders. They can vary in components, some of which have full-tube frame chasses, aluminum bodies and some newer models can have certain modifications as allowed for its class.

Dirt track bikes, on the other hand, are high-speed bikes with speeds up to 130 kilometers per hour and are not fitted with brakes. These bikes have engine displacements ranging from 250 to 500 cc although the American Grand national dirt race championship have motorcycles with a capacity of 750 cc and can reach a speed of 210 kilometers per hour. Aside from solo bike races, there are also sidecar races which are one of the most exciting track sports. In this type of race, both driver and passenger work together to attain the best grip and fastest speed.

There is also the vintage car dirt track racing. In this kind of race, obsolete racecars are restored and reconditioned to their former glory. Cars that can compete in this type of race include those from models in the late 19th century as well as historic cars from decades ago.

Dirt track racing is an interesting sport involving different kinds of vehicles. Having a basic knowledge about this sport can help you understand what is at stake if you want to be race driver.