Here's Bill from St. Louis doing what he does best in turn 6 -- pestering somebody; in this case, me.  He's one of those "If you ain't rubbin', you ain't racin'" sorts. He's a good enough driver, and he's never hit me, so I can't complain.  On top of that, off-track he's a really nice fellow. I use him sort of as a gauge, since he's been about the same speed for years.  With the transaxle acting up, I was having trouble keeping ahead of him.  A little more power wouldn't hurt, but the motor's completely stock at this time. And that front bumper .  .  . Yuck!  It's fixed now.