Jesse had a surge of power from the motorcycle and an even stronger surge of confidence. After taking the lead he stretched that lead out so far between him and second place that he looked in his mirror and couldn't even tell who was in second since they were so far back. He smiled. It should be easy from here he reckoned. He had first place in the bag at this rate. He smiled.
Then the old moonshiner smelled something. And it wasn't the coconut shine he had spilled when he was filling his tank on the bow of the Minnow. It was smoke. He looked down and noticed his alternator was on fire. Or was it a magneto? He wasn't sure... but he knew he had problems. Two gallons of moonshine between his legs with a small fire underneath it was not a good combo. He hit the brakes, pulled over, took his helmet off, grabbed his red hat that was underneath it and smacked the fire with his hat until it went out. Back to last place for Jesse. He tried to kick start the dirt bike but no luck.