crash crash crash

bad bad day at the racing tracks. So picture this:

very cool, floodlit night-racing go-kart track that looks like something on T.V. There's a particularly long, straight stretch of track where all the go-karts accelerate mad and reach speeds of upto 70 km/h. That's a lot when you're in a little go-kart with no body protection, a few inches from the tarmac, and no seatbelt.

At the end of this particularly long stretch of track is a particularly sharp turn. On one of the laps, I push the car too hard through the corner and lose control - the kart spins wildly and stops smack on the corner. Before I've had any time to catch my breath & step out of the car, two other karts come screaming down the particularly long stretch at 70. Wei is racing with Prosper. Neither of them see me or my cart stalled on the corner. As they pass through the bend of tires, Wei finally sees me and swerves to avoid. Prosper isn't so successful - he brakes, turns hard, and loses control. He comes straight at me, shouting fuck fuck fuck.

Boom Boom Bam. The hardest crash I have ever been in. Cut on my leg, swollen knee, left wrist and right hip bruised. For Prosper it was worse. He flew out of the car. Like actually flew out of the car, and landed on the tarmac. Knocked out for a second, he woke up on the road and figured if another car comes down this corner right now I'm fucked. Thankfully, no other car came for the next minute or so. He got up, and limped off the track.

Murti got hit by a stray rock on the track that came under his wheel, and rushed up into his ribs. Wei hurt himself by pushing the car too hard through the corners so it's left a bruise on his waist.
After a long, sore night, we'll all back in action today. Nothing's broken. We live another day.