Growing up with the last name “Krider” means you’ll probably spend a lot of time at the race track while your dad, uncle, grandpa, etc. are up to their usual Krider Racing shenanigans (running hard, crashing cars and winning races). While most kids are enjoying a weekend of sitting on the couch killing zombies on Call of Duty you’re stuck at the racetrack doing menial tasks like cleaning wheels, sweeping out the racecar trailer and writing down lap times. But eventually, if you’re patient, it will be your time behind the wheel. Last weekend it was finally Gus Krider’s time to race and for the rest of family to crew for him. It was an All-American Soap Box Derby race in Palo Alto, California, and the results of that race are sending Gus to Akron, Ohio, for the World Championships.
After getting your ass handed to you at the local mini-golf go-kart track by eight year olds, you’ve given up on your own dreams of racing F1 (don’t feel bad, the little whipper snappers have a hundred pound weight advantage on you in a 5 horsepower go-kart). Maybe if the kart had a little more juice in the golf buggy batteries inside you’d have stood a better chance. But the reason you were at the go-kart track in the first place is because you’re a daddy now. In fact one of the eight year olds that was shaming you in Turn 1 was your own kid.
You have looked into competitive go-kart racing for your child but after you did the math and saw it was going to cost the same amount to get a competitive go-kart and equipment for the kid as it would to buy you a new Lotus, you realized it ain’t gonna happen. Now what? I have the solution for you. Congratulations Dad, you’re now getting a racing promotion, you are going to be “crew chief” as you and your kid take on The All-American Soap Box Derby.