Mom’s Day arrives

How mothers understand us

What do drag racing and barrel racing have in common?

Yes, you got it, horse power. Horsepower works, too.

But in a very esoteric way, or maybe not in an unusual way, they both also involve mothers.

Yup, you got it; Al is trying to figure out a way to write about the drag races in Osoyoos and barrel racing in Omak from May 5 along with Mother’s Day, which is today, May 12.

Information on both events arrived too late for our Wednesday’s newspaper.

My mother, who lives in the country near Olympia (Rainier to be exact), does read the paper. I am sure she would be a bit ruffled if I forgot to mention her on this special day.

I’m not going to write all the barrel racing results, but I will say that Brier Selvidge took first in 1D and Carly Pillow was first in 3D for two separate races in barrel racing for age 7 and under.

I do so because they must have mothers, who are sacrificing a lot to let them compete.

And those horses, oh my, such large pets and even larger appetites.

A mother certainly understands appetites. Mine sure did.

She could whip up a meal for the five of us – I have a brother, Bill, and sister, Daisy – in a matter of minutes after working all day as a court reporter in Tacoma.

The food would be distributed clockwise, from Dad to Bill to Mom to Daisy and finally, lastly, and with nothing much moving around again, to me.

Kind of explains why I am the biggest of the lot.

Now drag racing was something my brother and I enjoyed immensely in our youth (he still does).

I never came close to sniffing a trophy, but Bill won 18 bracket races in a row once at Puyallup and brought home a trophy almost as tall as he is, 6-4 (remember, I am the heavy one, but also the short one).

Mother had to be pretty patient with us.

I would make these carts with cheap wheels and see how far down the steep side hill I could get before crashing as the thing disintegrated around me.

Bill, a shipyard machinist, thinks tearing down his automatic transmission to its tiny parts and putting them back together is a fun way to spend a weekend. Kind of like doing crossword puzzles, but with small metal pieces filling in the blanks instead of letters.

Now at Osoyoos, Twisp’s Walt Pearce was among the winners, taking first in the sportsman’s bracket with his blue 1932 Chevrolet.

There were 37 cars and 145 races last Sunday, Shana Cachola said.

Dan Peters of Penticton, B.C., cut a .503 light with his green 1969 Falcon.

I never could cut a light so precise. And the last Falcon I rode in required us to push start it due to a faulting ignition.

I bet my mother chuckled watching us push that beater.


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