A local myth has been created!
About an hour ago I went out to race around a bit with my brother in our local indoor kart track. We're more or less regulars there, but it was a while since we last went there. Anyway, we were fortunate to be the only ones on track in our heat, and I got in the kart after my brother, as he is a bit faster than me. (let's not give him too much credit though, he's my brother after all)
Off we went, my brother sped off quite fast, I couldn't really keep up and my kart had a weird vibration going; this didn't seem like an issue though, I've been there many, many times and all the karts feel slightly different.
After roughly 10 laps I was fairly close to the potential of the kart (imo, ofc ;p) and it was slooooooow. I was about 2 seconds off pace of the track record (first time on the new track, but whatever) and normally it's more like 1 second. Anyway, after those ten laps the engine started making a nasty noise when I touched the accelerator, so I pulled over and waved for a track official to come over and appoint a different kart/move the broken one.
He then appointed me to kart 41. I mention the number because I don't think I'll forget it for a while
I hopped in and came out of the pits before my brother; this time he had trouble keeping up, so I was happy with my new kart... until my second lap.
My brother was right up my ass, and suddenly after a chicane I heard an odd noise, and something heavy flew onto my arm. I initially thought my brother hit me very badly and his front wheel slided onto my front, but then I pushed the object to my side with my right elbow, and as my eyes followed it I noticed that it was the goddamn engine, or at least some part of it. I noticed the fuel line had snapped, and fuel (LPG, I think?) sprayed over the kart, and presumably myself. I was still rolling up a bridge when this happened, but obviously I unbuckled my seatbelt and tried to get out asap.
As I got up, it happened; I obviously didn't see it directly, but I could feel the heat behind me, and everything behind me appeared to lit up. I jumped out and started checking if I was on fire; fortunately not, but when I looked behind me, the entire kart was in flames. My brother came running towards me, asking me if I was OK, and then a track official with a fire extinguisher ran past me and started extinguishing the flames. (in the end it took two extinguishers to completely douse the flames) It was only at this point that I realised what had just happened. People were lining up at the 'sky box' and the next wave of drivers came down the stairs and started asking what the hell just happened etc...
Pretty scary, pretty damn exciting! This doesn't exactly happen every day, and I think nothing like this has happened on that particular track. It's a mainstream track with relatively simple karts, so nothing out of the ordinary usually happens. In my time I've had a lot of stuff happen on me; steering columns breaking, wheels breaking off, near-flips and sliding into walls at full speed, but this is a whole different ball game
In the end, the cause for the incident seemed to be that the belts which keep the fuel tank in place snapped on one side, or got burned through by the exhaust. According to my brother, the entire tank (mounted directly behind the driver) flew off to the right, and then the fuel lines just snapped under the force.
Anyway, I don't know where I'm going with this story, but I just needed to share this with some people. I guess I'm just happy that it was me in the kart, and not some inexperienced driver, or an older/less able person whom might not have been able to get out as fast as me with a full dose of adrenaline pumping through me.
Enough excitement for a day!
About an hour ago I went out to race around a bit with my brother in our local indoor kart track. We're more or less regulars there, but it was a while since we last went there. Anyway, we were fortunate to be the only ones on track in our heat, and I got in the kart after my brother, as he is a bit faster than me. (let's not give him too much credit though, he's my brother after all)
Off we went, my brother sped off quite fast, I couldn't really keep up and my kart had a weird vibration going; this didn't seem like an issue though, I've been there many, many times and all the karts feel slightly different.
After roughly 10 laps I was fairly close to the potential of the kart (imo, ofc ;p) and it was slooooooow. I was about 2 seconds off pace of the track record (first time on the new track, but whatever) and normally it's more like 1 second. Anyway, after those ten laps the engine started making a nasty noise when I touched the accelerator, so I pulled over and waved for a track official to come over and appoint a different kart/move the broken one.
He then appointed me to kart 41. I mention the number because I don't think I'll forget it for a while
I hopped in and came out of the pits before my brother; this time he had trouble keeping up, so I was happy with my new kart... until my second lap.
My brother was right up my ass, and suddenly after a chicane I heard an odd noise, and something heavy flew onto my arm. I initially thought my brother hit me very badly and his front wheel slided onto my front, but then I pushed the object to my side with my right elbow, and as my eyes followed it I noticed that it was the goddamn engine, or at least some part of it. I noticed the fuel line had snapped, and fuel (LPG, I think?) sprayed over the kart, and presumably myself. I was still rolling up a bridge when this happened, but obviously I unbuckled my seatbelt and tried to get out asap.
As I got up, it happened; I obviously didn't see it directly, but I could feel the heat behind me, and everything behind me appeared to lit up. I jumped out and started checking if I was on fire; fortunately not, but when I looked behind me, the entire kart was in flames. My brother came running towards me, asking me if I was OK, and then a track official with a fire extinguisher ran past me and started extinguishing the flames. (in the end it took two extinguishers to completely douse the flames) It was only at this point that I realised what had just happened. People were lining up at the 'sky box' and the next wave of drivers came down the stairs and started asking what the hell just happened etc...
Pretty scary, pretty damn exciting! This doesn't exactly happen every day, and I think nothing like this has happened on that particular track. It's a mainstream track with relatively simple karts, so nothing out of the ordinary usually happens. In my time I've had a lot of stuff happen on me; steering columns breaking, wheels breaking off, near-flips and sliding into walls at full speed, but this is a whole different ball game
In the end, the cause for the incident seemed to be that the belts which keep the fuel tank in place snapped on one side, or got burned through by the exhaust. According to my brother, the entire tank (mounted directly behind the driver) flew off to the right, and then the fuel lines just snapped under the force.
Anyway, I don't know where I'm going with this story, but I just needed to share this with some people. I guess I'm just happy that it was me in the kart, and not some inexperienced driver, or an older/less able person whom might not have been able to get out as fast as me with a full dose of adrenaline pumping through me.
Enough excitement for a day!