A Memorable RC Truck Race
If there is something I can never forget was a radio controlled truck that my dad had bought me on my 12th birthday. It brought both joy and sorrow. Whenever I look at what is left of my RC truck, I can’t help but vividly remember how it all ended.
I’m Nick and currently I’m waiting to graduate from college this year. Back then when I was 12, I had this craving, an obsession for toys. Whenever we went out with other boys in my neighborhood to play, I always wanted to be ahead of the pack by having something unique; something that other boys in the neighborhood lacked.
When I told my mum that I needed an RC toy, she initially detested it. She had all reasons to because I was spending all my free time after school on toys. I hardly did homework without being pushed around. Whenever other kids would go out to play baseball or football, I was busy with toys; something my mum always complained about. Therefore she was quick to reject the idea and that really depressed me. I must admit that RC toys were rare then, and a bit expensive.
Anyway, that’s was it and I almost forgot about the thing until 3 months later during my birthday when dad surprised me with a gift of an RC truck. You should have seen the joy in my eyes. Though he had decided to buy me the truck, he was very clear that I should play with it only on Saturdays.
The choice of the RC truck was really perfect because it was electric powered and the thrills when on track was simply amazing. If there’s one thing about a RC toy is the fun of competing with other trucks which my friends would come with. We would race our track almost the whole of Saturday morning.
Now one day during summer, we had planned to meet in the field where we usually rallied our RC toys for a competition. The winner would usually be the new leader of the group, a position that I really craved for because of the respect and authority bestowed.
The day started well and different races kicked off. All was smooth and fun and I really was having the day. My electric RC truck which I had ensure was mechanically fit never let me down and as midday was approaching, it was clear that I was going to win. I was leading with 43 points, while Danny who was second had only 31 points. As scheduled, we had to break for lunch and be back by 2 for the final competition.
As we went for lunch, Danny tricked me into seeing my truck and faulted with the drive-train. I never realized this and after lunch, we were all back in the field for the last race. When the race started I realized that the truck was not accelerating. It started to produce some funny noise and then all over sudden it couldn’t move again.
I went to check what was wrong and realized that it had broken down. I started working to fix it and by the time I was finished the race was nearing completion. All this time I had realized that all this mess was the doing of Danny. He won the race and he started to mock me. That’s when it dawned to me that he had readjusted my truck so that he could win the race.
I got mad about it and a fight broke. Out of rage I took his truck and crushed it with one single blow. We fought for about 10 minutes as the other kids cheered us. By the time we were done, my truck had too been crushed into pieces. I cried and lamented about this, but there was not much I could do. I collected my truck and since then it reminds me of this fateful incidence.