It was the first night of the fair races and before we left the shop, I knew it was going to be a long night when my brother told me the starter went out. We got up there and we got him out for his first heat race and then he went out for the feature. A few laps in, he was running a solid third, but someone got into him and it was time to change a flat under green. By the way, did I tell you the hot pits were about about 2" of sand and if you recall the starter issue? Well, it took the tow truck to get him back out since we couldn't get the thing push started. He went about two more laps and the engine let go, so he was through for the evening. Really sucks and I think I've got the engine problem nailed. I think the little blue oval is the real culprit. At least we had some excitement in the other races. The street stock guys were running a heat race and this one guy was doing his best impression of Jeff Gordon. Coming out of a turn, he drove through one guy and started challenging for the lead. Well this guy apparently doesn't know what brakes are for and bumped and banged the leader for awhile until he overdrove his skill level and finished third or something. But that's not the end of the story on this guy. The car that he drove through got in behind him as they were coming off the track and gave him a couple of love taps. Nothing hard, just a "hey ****tard, nice driving." Then he whipped around the asshat and I couldn't see exactly what transpired next since there was so much dirt being thrown up, then the people started running to the cars. As the dirt was settling, I could see the asshat climb out of his car and the car he drove through was parked in front of him. I don't know what this asshat was thinking, but apparently he felt he needed to have "an understanding" with the poor guy that he drove though. In the end, both guys got kicked out, but the asshat apparently isn't making any friends fast on the track. The last race of the evening was the hobby stock. I help out one of the driver's, a kid who went on a ride along with me last week. There must have been at least ten cars on the track. There was this one asshat that apparently went to the Jeff Gordon School of Driving also. If he wasn't spinning out, he was driving through people. After a few laps, he apparently had some sort of brain malfunction and forgot what the brake pedal was for and just went hammer down. This old boy didn't care if there was another car in his way, he was driving through them. Finally after a couple of laps, he got the old heave hoe off the track. All in all, another bad night for my team. Hopefully things will get fixed and we'll finish a night.