The Roar of Rust: 5 Lessons from the Junk Car Racing Scene
Steiger Neils B.
ICF PCC Emotional Regulation and Mental Health Coach | Human Attention & Perception MS/PhD | Haas UC Berkeley, UT Austin alum | Yoga Teacher | Climber | West Coast Swing Dancer | Proud Gay |
Once upon a time, in a small Midwestern town, there was an annual event that everyone looked forward to: the junk car race. People from all over the town would gather to see the old and broken-down cars speed around the dirt track. It was a spectacle that attracted people of all ages, and everyone loved it.
One year, a young man named Jake decided to enter the race with his old Chevy pickup truck. His friends and family warned him that his truck was too old and rusty to compete, but Jake was determined to prove them wrong. He spent weeks fixing up his truck, replacing parts, and repainting it until it looked almost new.
On the day of the race, Jake's truck looked great, but the competition was fierce. There were seasoned veterans who had been racing for years, and their cars looked fast and sleek. Despite the odds, Jake was determined to do his best and show everyone what his old truck could do.
The race began, and the cars roared around the track. Jake's truck wasn't the fastest, but he held his own, swerving around the other cars and avoiding collisions. He was in the middle of the pack, but he wasn't satisfied with that. He wanted to win.
As he rounded the final turn, Jake saw an opportunity to make a move. He put the pedal to the metal and surged forward, passing one car after another until he was neck and neck with the leader.
With the finish line in sight, Jake and the other driver were side by side. The crowd was on its feet, cheering and shouting. But just as Jake was about to cross the finish line, his truck sputtered and came to a stop.
The other driver raced across the finish line, and the crowd cheered, but Jake was devastated. He had come so close to winning, but his old truck had let him down.
As he walked back to the pits, head down and dejected, a man approached him. It was an old timer who had been watching the race from the sidelines.
"Son, I couldn't help but notice how determined you were out there," the man said. "You drove that old truck like it was a brand-new Ferrari. You didn't give up, even when things looked bleak. That's a valuable lesson, one that a lot of people could learn from."
Jake nodded, still feeling disappointed. But as he thought about what the old man had said, he realized that he had learned something important. He had learned that sometimes, it's not about winning or losing, but about doing your best and never giving up.
From that day on, Jake continued to compete in the junk car races, but he didn't focus solely on winning. He focused on enjoying the race and doing his best. And sometimes, he even won.
As for his old truck, it may not have been the fastest or the most reliable, but it had taught Jake an important lesson. And that was worth more than any trophy or prize.
Here are some potential life lessons that can be gleaned from Midwestern junk car racing: