It almost didn't happen for us on Saturday. At Friday night practice, we were ready to call it a night and get the kids home relatively early and in bed to rest for the busy Saturday that was coming. Scott and I picked up the kart, put in on the stand and rolled the back wheels to make sure the stand wasn't rubbing anywhere....when it happened.
CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG, CLANG....
Not a good sound on a kart.
Turns out, it was the clutch we knew needed to be replaced, but were hoping that we'd get another race or two out of before replacing. And naturally, we didn't have a spare one just laying around. Fortunately for us, one of the racing Dads whose son just moved up from our class still had an old clutch laying around. He disclaimer'ed it saying it *may* make it through Saturday. After breaking a screw off in it and then working to get that out, replacing the clutch, and putting it all back together, we finally got home around 11pm. So much for an early bedtime for the kids. BUT, Hunter would get to race on Saturday.
Come Saturday's race, all was well and Hunter did a great job. He hung up there with the two faster kids in his class and raced his heart out. We brought home another 3rd place ribbon and some more experience.
We'll just keep practicing...and order a new clutch.
