The Harker Kids arrived with a strange looking contraption that had been made from a wheelchair that had been taken out of service at Riverview Clinic. It looked more like a rickshaw by the time the trio had gotten finished.
Rick was decked out in something that looked like it was swiped off a NASCAR driver's clothesline. He puffed out his chest and looked at his crew. "Hey, they're starting soon, get a move on!" He took great pleasure in trying to lord it over his sisters that he was driving.
"Pipe down!" Catie said in annoyed tone as she used two wrenches to adjust a few bolts.
"Hey, no messing with the mechanic, little brother!" Maggie had brought along a motor with exactly one horsepower. The black colt was tossing his head. She fastened the straps and buckles of the harness to get him situated between the shafts. "You sure you can drive this, Rick?"
The youngest of the children looked between his sisters with a look that seemed to ask Why me?
Their parents were among the spectators. Albert Hall, their father's lifelong friend, was on kid detail for the day. He did a few safety checks and the Harker Mobile was on its way!
A chorus of thank yous was given to Koyan as the Yamaha's keys were turned over to the trio. Maggie looked at the keyring in her hand then to her younger brother and sister in turn; grins and nods were exchanged. They had been in the race for the fun and to help the charity, but never expected to win! This prize had solved a little dilemma for them. The keys were turned over to their safety crew, Albert Hall.
Bertie had a puzzled look on his face as he stared at the keys. There was no denying he was happy to get that sweet machine to show off, but why him and not their father?
Catie giggled. "He lost his words!"
Rick chuckled. "Remember to wear a helmet!"
"Happy birthday a little early, Uncle Bertie," Maggie said with an impish smile.
"Righto! We're going to need an extra helmet!" Bertie grinned as he hugged each child in turn and thanked them.