Today was the first time in just over two months I've had to burn some nitro. Between working about seven days a week and weather, I just hadn't the time to break a rig out and run it...until today! Left work a little early, weather was awesome (about 70 degrees and sunny) and happened to have the Savage on the charger.
Get home, break out the gear and off I go. The HPI 4.1 starts up like it had been run yesterday and even though I hadn't run the Savage in probably close to three months, the beast ran like a top! Never had to touch a needle!
Run a tank through rolling around the yard and doing some jumps off my little homemade ramp. Then temptation walked up in the form of two skate rats from down the street.
A couple nice young men that live down the street had been skateboarding down the street and had their ramp out (one of those nice skate ramps). They see I'm out with the Savage (yes, that is my real name) and asked if I would take a crack at jumping the Savage off the ramp.
I act as if I'm doing them a favor, but obviously, anyone in this situation would jump at both the opportunity to jump off a great ramp AND show off! Take a few slower speed jumps and the two young boys are impressed.
I then decide, it's time to really floor them. I take the Savage back a good twenty feet or so and start winding it up. The monster clicks through all three gears like clockwork, the RPM's climbing up and the Monster Joe's digging at the asphalt. Just before approaching the ramp, a rogue pebble lifts the front, left wheel up just enough to alter the approach angle.
BOOM!
Up the ramp and to the left the magnificent beast is launched! Scratching for altitude, the Savage heads...right...for...my...neighbor's...MAILBOX!
KKKRRRAAANNNNGGGG!
The Savage hits the mailbox straight and true! The mailbox goes sailing, ripped mercilessley from it's moorings! The wooden 4x4 support structure lists limply to the right, a clear victim to the brutal impact of this R/C monster.
The Savage is unscathed, actually landing on it's feet and sitting, idling, waiting for the next run.
The two young boys stare, jaws on the ground for a good twenty seconds until one pipes up, "Man, my Dad is going to be PISSED!"
I run back to the house, dig out some 3" wood screws and repair the carnage my monster has caused, all the while smiling and thinking, "How flippin' cool was THAT?"
Sweetdiesel, you build one tough rig, my man! Be proud! :thumbup:
Get home, break out the gear and off I go. The HPI 4.1 starts up like it had been run yesterday and even though I hadn't run the Savage in probably close to three months, the beast ran like a top! Never had to touch a needle!
Run a tank through rolling around the yard and doing some jumps off my little homemade ramp. Then temptation walked up in the form of two skate rats from down the street.
A couple nice young men that live down the street had been skateboarding down the street and had their ramp out (one of those nice skate ramps). They see I'm out with the Savage (yes, that is my real name) and asked if I would take a crack at jumping the Savage off the ramp.
I act as if I'm doing them a favor, but obviously, anyone in this situation would jump at both the opportunity to jump off a great ramp AND show off! Take a few slower speed jumps and the two young boys are impressed.
I then decide, it's time to really floor them. I take the Savage back a good twenty feet or so and start winding it up. The monster clicks through all three gears like clockwork, the RPM's climbing up and the Monster Joe's digging at the asphalt. Just before approaching the ramp, a rogue pebble lifts the front, left wheel up just enough to alter the approach angle.
BOOM!
Up the ramp and to the left the magnificent beast is launched! Scratching for altitude, the Savage heads...right...for...my...neighbor's...MAILBOX!
KKKRRRAAANNNNGGGG!
The Savage hits the mailbox straight and true! The mailbox goes sailing, ripped mercilessley from it's moorings! The wooden 4x4 support structure lists limply to the right, a clear victim to the brutal impact of this R/C monster.
The Savage is unscathed, actually landing on it's feet and sitting, idling, waiting for the next run.
The two young boys stare, jaws on the ground for a good twenty seconds until one pipes up, "Man, my Dad is going to be PISSED!"
I run back to the house, dig out some 3" wood screws and repair the carnage my monster has caused, all the while smiling and thinking, "How flippin' cool was THAT?"
Sweetdiesel, you build one tough rig, my man! Be proud! :thumbup:
