The motor has been completely disassembled, and its dirty, greasy parts lying on the floor on spread out Newspapers. Vic sat next to me on his haunches, penetrating look gave details and stated authoritatively: — With this motor it will not work!
Sympathetically looked at me and said:
— See for yourself. Piston rings (Victor bent one finger) no, magneto (he picked it up, skeptically fiddled with, put back in place and bent the second finger) ruined the clutch basket (there it went the third finger) can throw…
When the fingers on both hands had been bent Vic clearly showed me two knuckles and advised:
— Leave it on better parts. Such a motor is more expensive to repair than to buy new. And by the way, what is it you needed?
I explained. We exhaustively discussed the several options for the engine mounting on a minicar. Already pulling in the hallway coat, Victor noticed model yachts, their on the shelf.
— Did you make it? incredulously he asked, touching a finger sails from the finest synthetic film.
— Himself — casually I said and then blushed under his gaze. — Of course… and father helped.
— So -, — smiled graciously Vic — great job…
Vic promised tomorrow immediately after school to come to me, but for some reason did not appear. I did not have it the next day. I was offended by the man and some days not talking to him. And suddenly, at the end of the week he called.
— Well, the mechanic put the motor on your cart? No? Well, I put!
— Piggy, that’s who you are, Vic! — I was offended. — Always so…
— Wait, weirdo! Better get to the school stadium. Train with engine capacity of… five square meters.
The receiver began to frequent the beeps. I put it on the lever, and then it dawned on me: Vic misspoke. Not five square meters, and five horsepower! Wow! From the old “Vyatka”, what?
…Something bright flashed into my eyes. I blinked, and when he opened them, he saw a brilliant triangle, rapidly rolling over the football field. Consider it as should interfere with tall bushes. I ducked beneath them Vic!
He raced straight at me. Sitting at his minicare with the number “13” and above his head a tight fresh breeze, fun inflated, the mirror sail.
Seeing me, Vic something sharply pulled, the sail suddenly went small ripples and Zapolskaya in the wind. Minicar came to a smooth stop.
— Do you like that motor?
— Come on, Vic! I said admiringly. — That’s a good one!
— Strange, — was genuinely surprised Vic — but all the same you have been under the nose. A yacht with a sail of film on the shelf? Disassembled waldwichtel on the floor? Minicar with you we did? Did!
I walked around the “autoprune”, has shaken the guys fixed the mast, I tried pulling the sheet. Sail immediately obediently pouted and felt easy pulled the car forward.
— Vic, I’m gonna go, huh?
— Come on, — he nodded, — but only if you slow down, you must let go of the sheet, and it will turn. I have so — he showed a big lump on my forehead, applied a couple of times.
I quickly sat down behind the wheel and pulling the sheet that was to be expected. The sail swelled, but the minicar stood rooted to the spot. Looking at Vic, grinning, I realized that here lies a catch, and began to look: key is not on the brake pedal, there are no bricks under the wheels, whether the body is oriented relative to the wind. And get still stood in place.
— The only one you could finally pity me Vic — it’s not on the boat! Here first need to be dispersed.
Reproachfully looked at his friend — as if you couldn’t tell! — I jumped off the seat, and gently pushing minicar, quickly jumped on the seat, because the car abruptly began to gain speed.
Another gust of wind dispersed me to dismiss the Scots had long before the end of the soccer field, and before the turn even had to slow down a bit. Famously turned minicar once again scored a full sail of wind, and quickly rushed me to Vitka. I slipped in two steps from a friend and made a turn and stopped.
— Great, — shouted running up to me, Vic, and I honestly thought that you never have to deal with a sail!
I turned up your nose and proudly answered:
— So I did all last summer in the sailing section went! Mastered and “Optimist” and “Cadet”. Then, nothing surprising. You better tell me where you got the stick for the mast but the film for the sails? Tomorrow will begin to alter your to get a sailing card.
I looked at the man and not without malice said:
— With engine capacity of five square meters…
I. GOREV
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