What's Your Favorite Line in "High Side"

[grasshopper]

I really enjoyed reading this book, I've actually read several parts a number of times because I liked it so much. Thanks alot K3, and keep the good stuff coming. This book had me laughing out loud several times, and almost shaking with nervousness like I was their.

So my question is, what was/is your favorate line in the book. When I say line I mean favorite Paragraph, or series of sentences, Let's hear it!

Here's one of my favorites, this one had me laughing outloud:

"A single cylinder Rotax engine is the least melodious-sounding mechanical device ever created by man. In stock trim it sounds like your Briggs & Stratton Lawnmower on crack. Now remove the muffler, richen the fuel mixture just enough for some really ear shattering backfires, and put some moron who doesn't know that you shouldn't rev the ballz off an ice cold engine in charge of the throttle. This was my Sunday morning wake up call. I lay there sure that I was on the verge of death, and prayed for the infernal racket to stop. God must have heard me because the ham-fisted idiot who was revving the motor gave the throttle way too hard a twist with the RPM's way too low, resulting in one last mighty backfire before the sparkplug became irrevocably fouled, silencing the beast."



Now I don't care who you are, that's funny! LOL!!!

[K3 Chris Onwiler]

As the author, I have dozens of favorite lines.  Here are two that don't give away anything of the story. ;D

It was a textbook case of the first law of corner working: "For every accident, there is an equal or superior re-accident."  One guy lost the front tire, and three of his buddies crashed in sympathy!

One-minute board...sideways...the green flag twitched and I was gone!

[eeky]

Really tough call as there are so many scattered through out the book.

The entire first paragraph of "Expensive Toys" describing the Pullman District was extremely well written, descriptive poetry.

My favorite lines however, occur in the chapter "Biniss".

"When we race we all have to trust each other. A stupid move can get more than just one guy hurt, and everybody knows it. You realize that you're not out there all alone, so you naturally wind up giving the guy next to you those few inches of room that he needs to stay alive. Every racer wants to win more than anything, but we all still give each other that little bit of space. There's honor in that. Chivalry, even."

Bravo, Mr. Onwhiler

[K3 Chris Onwiler]

Really tough call as there are so many scattered through out the book.

Bravo, Mr. Onwhiler

Thank you. :'( :D

[chris_chops]

FINSTER SUCKS!!!!!!!!

[damico]

Where can I get a signed copy

damico

[Chuck]

"the problem is there aren't to many dragons to slay these days...but we can race!"

That book was everything I felt my first year racing...

[TiffineyIngram]

K3, honey, is there anything in that book about me that I should worry about?  I'm getting Eric a copy for Christmas and don't want his response to be "YOU DID WHAT WITH WHO AND WHERE???".  We all know you were witness to several of my pre-marriage trips to St. Louis...should I start worrying now?

 ;)

P.S.--If yes, PM...let's not give the vultures more to feast on...lol...

[Dawn]

Tiff,

I think you're safe...


 ;)

[spyderchick]

Where can I get a signed copy

damico

Hey jason, I kno the author, I'll see what I can do for you! Of course, you'll have to pay him, but I'll let you two work that little detail out for yourselves.  ;D

[grasshopper]

Where can I get a signed copy

damico

K3 will be dragged out of the south to do some ice racing this year. He doesn't leave home without a box of "High Side".

I'm trying to convince him to do the 3 hour endurance race on January 22nd.

[K3 Chris Onwiler]

K3, honey, is there anything in that book about me that I should worry about?  

I was throwing the tire warmers on when I noticed her.  Immediately, I forgot what I'd been doing.  Crisp, tan shorts clung to a pair of hips that were surely pivoting on creamic ball bearings dipped in Slick Fifty.  Sandy brown curls brushed alabaster skin.  Frenzied preparation and animated bench racing ceased instantly in her wake, leaving every male face behind the woman slack-jawed and drooling.  Her hair, clothing and makeup suggested a southern sense of style.  Being a midwest boy, I could clearly see that she wasn't from around here.
Starting with the perfectly painted toenails peeking out from her strappy sandals, I let my eyes wander upward, pausing to admire each well-fashioned curve.  When I finally managed to get my gaze above her shoulders, I realized that the girl was looking straight at me!  Ohhhh!  Busted!
Stopping, she smiled; a sly, calculated grin that told me this woman appreciated a man's admiring look.  She fixed me with a steely, silver-blue gaze.
"My," she said, in a low, smoky Texas drawl.  "You boys surely do work up a sweat in those finely tailored leather suits y'all wear."
She raised her left eyebrow almost imperceptably, pivoted, and strolled off down the pit lane.  A moment or two later, I rememberd that I needed to breathe....