Remote Controlled − April, 2000
When I was about eleven or so my father used to build and race these little RC car things. This hobby he developed from my uncle, I think. He would take us to the races with him on the weekends we were supposed to be at his house, which was just fine with me. The original track was behind a Toys'R'Us in Indiana, so I didn't mind the trip. Eventually, a new track was built even deeper into Indiana and I frequented the event much less. With no toy store to keep me occupied, trying to remain sane as I watched these little machines whirr around the room for hours on end was nothing more than an exercise in futility.
Even as an eleven year old I felt that these men took their cars a little too seriously. It was a big event though, despite what I thought of it. Once, a news reporter actually came and interviewed a few of them about it, my dad included. Later that night I watched myself on the news making an ass of myself. Mostly I nodded as my dad spoke, and I remember thinking I'd been duped into answering a bunch of questions that didn't even make it to air when I finally saw it on television.
